Lincoln, Neb., Nov. 20 – Jack Dodd had the press coop talking baby talk, 28 thousand yelling “Mr. Dodd goes to town” – and the Iowa players talking to themselves.
The baby talk was started by Johnny Bentley a year or so ago with the premeditated phrase “Dood Dodd, how he runs,” and the spinner off the same formation, Jack “Dood” Dodd.
But “Mr. Dodd goes to town” fits best. He went to town against Indiana, Pittsburgh, Missouri and now Iowa. He furnished an emotional highlight Saturday that will live a long time in the memories of those present, that 65-yard run through the entire Iowa team. You might say that the memory was frozen in – but spring thaws won’t efface it.
There’s no such thing as getting a diagram of that marvelous run. Biff Jones said no, firmly. It would be giving away a trade secret to draw it for newspaper readers.
Well, how about some idea of what happened after Dodd passed the line of scrimmage, Major? “Oh,” said the matter-of-fact army man, “he just ran to his left and then cut back.”
Those are cold potato words for such a hot exploit.
Jack wasn’t much more help. He refused to diagram the play because this is against Jones’ orders. And as for the eye memory of the run, you can take it from Gothenburg Jack a halfback doesn’t have any time to collect souvenirs on runs of that kind.
Jack tried hard to remember. “I knew English threw the first block and Shirey made a honey to cut down somebody. Then I just ran.”
Strictly speaking, Dodd knew of Shirey’s help because he was told on the bench afterward.
The only face he remembered was Charlie Brock’s, he said. He saw Brock on the Iowa 30 and knew the invaluable Charlie was along, but that’s all.
“I don’t remember anyone touching me. They might have brushed me slightly. I did know I was getting beautiful blocking, timed perfectly all the way.”
To the press box it appeared Dodd was pocketed after he had gone past the line of scrimmage perhaps 12 yards. But the halfback had no special remembrance of this either. He was concentrating on his mincing steps, his judgment of pace, which so deceives prospective tacklers.
“When I did cut loose, I can’t remember a single yard line marker. Maybe I’m lucky I ran the right direction.”
Along this line Jones jokingly remarked that the reserve team crossed him up by making the touchdown, because he was still mapping out an offensive campaign that would progress step by step.
“Didn’t you expect it?” “I was merely hoping for it,” he returned diplomatically.
Major Jones, after a game, spends 30 minutes seeking out each player and shaking hands, because it is his idea the coach should thank each man. As he barges around the dressing room, he is a study of the direct-action, full-blooded, he-man type, profoundly human and aware of all the human values and as tickled as everybody else about the game’s outcome.
It was some time before he could light the after-game cigarette. Although he was decent about it, it was apparent that machine gun questions about his players right after the game were a little unfair.
“To tell you the truth, I won’t know a lot about the game until Sunday morning, when I get to look at all the charts and pictures. On the bench I try to think three and four plays ahead. This way I can help the quarterback with the substitutions. It’s hard to back up your thinking to take in the play just made.
That punt which Paul Amen blocked for an early turning point – well, Kinnick thought it was going to be a honey. “I had just said to myself that this ought to travel. I put drive into that one – and bang, here’s this man on top of it. I’ll bet he felt it.”
No one bothered Amen much when he came charging in. Jones thought Amen was brushed lightly. Kinnick said, “I thought someone shot him out of a gun – like they make puffed oats.”
Kinnick was the last man out of the Hawks’ dressing room, under the field house. He said:
“Those players had me down like no other team this season. What blocking! They got the jump on us and that was about all there was to it. We were behind and had to pass from our 20. If it is an even battle you can lay back and take a chance – but not on games like this.”
Nile Kinnick, the major said, “is every inch an all-Big Ten back.”
He confessed himself too busy to watch Iowa linemen by names and refused to single out any for mention. Kinnick he said was every bit as good as he expected.
The heavy undies, the coonskins, snow boots, ear muffs, mittens, mufflers and privately owned parkas got a thorough showing. Most fans agreed seven layers were about right, providing you put a warm overcoat on top. Major Jones was back on his wardrobe five-yard line and had only a fur cap in reserve.
Nebraska is 29-17 all-time against Iowa.
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