Benjamin Friedman, great Michigan quarterback of 1926, and Eddie Dooley, 1926 quarterback-poet from Dartmouth, played against each other for the first time last week. Meeting in a Manhattan hotel, they fell to discussing the forward pass, gesticulated, went to the Polo Grounds to suit action to words. In friendly contest, Friedman, running, threw the ball more accurately at a given target. Dooley, long of arm and flat of hand, seized the ball and threw it from midfield over the cross bar of the goal posts. Friedman tried, fell short.
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