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From the first hot training days of early September to the oftentimes bitterly cold playing days of November, thousands of young athletes run, knock heads, strain, pound and sometimes suffer painful injuries, not only for 'dear old Rutgers,' as the song goes, but for the University of Washington, Ohio U., Vanderbilt, Texas and Tufts—wherever college football is played.

An intersectional game, such as Duke's meeting with UCLA last year in the Los Angeles Coliseum (below) may not draw well, but it is played with the same grace and skill and strength-sapping violence as the mid-and late-season games shown on the following pages. Interest will quicken with the weeks, the crowds will increase, the strain and tension among the players build, and suddenly at Iowa, at Alabama or Missouri—this year who knows where?—emotions painstakingly nurtured by thoughtful coaches will explode as one team becomes best, and the day's heroes are carried aloft in victory.

On a Saturday in October, in the East and the Midwest, where the teams are stronger and the game subtly different, there is the same sense of desperate determination, the same drive toward excellence. At left: Captain Don Kornrumpf bulls and twists to Princeton's last touchdown over a straining—but losing—Pennsylvania while (above) Iowa's brilliant quarterback, Wilburn Hollis, on his way to a long gain, rips out of the sinewy grasp of a Michigan State end.

An upset at Iowa and one in the making at Missouri are typical of Midwest football. Below: Wisconsin's Merritt Norvell is viciously upended by Iowa's Larry Ferguson, and at right substitute Quarterback Rodger McFarland confidently calls signals as he directs Kansas to the two last touchdowns in its stunning defeat of Missouri.

Bathed in the soft glow of a late afternoon sun, Iowa Halfback Sammie Harris is borne from the field at Iowa City aboard the shoulders of exultant teammates and gleeful followers after leading his team to a last-ditch win over Wisconsin. It is such a moment as this that makes the dreary hours of practice, the pain and fatigue seem suddenly, and gloriously, worthwhile.