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THE MICHIGAN DAILY
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 8, 1966
PAGE EIQHT 'IHE MICHIGAN DAILY FRIDAY. OCTOBER 28. 1966
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Soccer: It's a Gal..
By GRETCHEN TWIETMEYER cer team which will scrimmage
Signon ulltinboad; Joi 1 ith Michigan on Sunday.
ShInteonabltionlClbor:oin The scrimmage actually started
the International Club soccer out as a taut from a Michigan ex-
team. New coach, S. Von Schen- u satu rmaMcia x
kendorff." soccer player, Nick Georgenus. He
was at an EMU International Club
The signup list remained empty, meeting, and was surprised that
then suddenly filled with 28 sig- after he made his challenge, 28
natures. foreign students backed the coach
Someone had pencilled in at the up
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Try Daily Classifieds
Call 764-0558
bottom: female-
But female is a drearysome ad-'
jective for Suzanne Von Schen-
kendorff, a 20-year-old blonde
Baroness from Hamburg, Ger-
many. Not only is she coach, but
organizer, referee, and sometimes1
goalie for the Eastern Michigan1
University International Club soc-
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DETROIT - Lionsquarterback
KARL SWEETAN pleaded inno-
cent yesterday to assault and bat-
tery charges and demanded a jury
trial.
The 24-year-old Sweetan, a
rookie from Wake Forest, was
charged with slugging Richard
Vyt, 33, of St. Clair Shores, fol-
lowing an argument in suburban
Sterling Township bar Wednesday
night.
Justice of the Peace George F.
Bunker of Sterling Township re-
leased Sweetan on $100 personal
bond and set trial for Jan. 6.
Because Jan. 1, 1967, is a Sun-
day, the COTTON BOWL football
game at Dallas and the GATOR
BOWL game at Jacksonville, Fla.,
will be played on Saturday, Dec.
31.
The ROSE BOWL game at
Pasadena, Calif., and the SUGAR.
BOWL game at New Orleans, will
be played on Monday afternoon,
Jan. 2, 1967, with the ORANGE
BOWL contest at Miami scheduled
for that night.
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CASSIUS CLAY danced his way
through an exhibition bout last
night with DOUG JONES in
Louisville.
Jones, the 10th-ranking heavey-
weight, was no match for the
champion, who pounded him at
will and even wrapped his arms
around Jones' head and let him
pound away. The last time the two
met, Clay won on a much-disputed
decision.
I'd Do Anything
Suzanne laughs at her role as
"instigator." "I know the guys
signed up just out of curiosity, but
I'd be willing to show up for prac-
tices in a cocktail dress to get the
team going,"
Her main goal is to make soc-
cer prestigious at Eastern. "The
American attitude towards soccer.
is ridiculous," she sighed. "Ameri-
cans don't realize that anyone can
play and you don't have to be big
or tall like in football and basket-
ball. And because you don't have
plays, the sport takes a lot less
preparation and can be more
spontaneous."
The one thing Suzanne is ada-
mant about is that the boys come
to two hours practice every week
through the winter. When a few
of them started to complain, she
told them, "You mean you can't
sacrifice two hours a week for ath-
letics-you're a man; it's good for
your body."
Some Have It..
From her point of view, that
approach is called "taking ad-
vantage of the fact that you're a
girl." She uses it quite a bit to
keep down dissent, especially in
disputes like picking men for po-
sitions, which she feels that they
accept criticism better from a girl.
"They respect my opinions, espe-
cially since they don't know me
very well-"
Suzanne set up the training her-
self, but leaves a lot of the tech-
nicalities to the captain, Moham-
med T. Khan from India. He had
been trying to organize the team
for several years but had no suc-
cess until Suzanne gave it a try.
Suzanne actually owes her en-
thusiasm for soccer to her brother,
who would be "startled to death"
to hear that she was coaching a
soccer team. "Every Monday
morning he would go over scores
with me until I swore I'd never
have anything to do with soccer."
But his school also had annual
student-faculty games, and one
day she volunteered to referee for
them. "At first my brother told me
every time there was a foul and
I'd blow the whistle, but pretty
soon I could do it by myself. And
by the end of the first game,
By BETSY COHN
Personnel Manager
"I knew we shouldn't have
fed him pablum," wailed all the
mothers in unison. These were
the maternal patronizers of our
high school football team who
would sit in the stands, dap-
pling their tear-soaked cheeks
with handkerchiefs. Moaning
as loudly as their husky heroes
of the pigskin follies, these
lamenting ladies watched pain-
fully as their children had their
heads firmly implanted into
the 40 yard line.
This was my youth and I did
not mind the restrained cheers
of my peers, "Rah, rah, fie, fie,
Go, go, Miami High", and the
half time shows were pleasant:
young ladies with sequin-stud-
ded leotards would fling blaz-
ing batons in the air while the
band bleated out with "Fire-
bird Suite" and the 36 Miami
High Munchkins kicked and
swayed in a chorus line routine.
I never really understood the
games but I did know enough
to cheer for the mangled quar-
terback when they carried him
off the field . . . for certainly,
he served his school well. And
when the game was finally
over, it was fun to watch the
rituals of the cheerleaders with
their frazzled razzle dazzles
rush amorously onto the field,
clutching at the brawny heroes
and savouring every smudge of
mud and sod which rubbed off
on them . . . . And when we
lost, the boys would march
solemnly from the field to an
awaiting bus . . . tears making
a clean pathway down their
gritty cheeks while a crowd of
mourning girlfriends and snif-
fling mothers clustered about
with heads bent in heartfelt
sympathy.
But that was my youth when
football was still a mild, emo-
tional and melodramatic ex-
perience.
Then I hit the big-time-top-
ten. I came to Michigan pre-
pared to become intoxicated
with school spirits: bought de-
cals for the car, Michigan book-
covers, pencils with ensignias,
etc., even went to a football
game and have become blem-
ished with fear ever since.
(Now I am by no means a
cowardly person . . . true, I
pick my nails in time of trifle
but certainly I adjust with little
difficulty to my environment.)
But this?????
"KILL . . . MURDER . . .
DOUSE THE LOUSE ... SLICE
TIE MICE . . ." It was like at-
tending a slaughter house rally
rather than competition among
"scholars"!
After getting pelted on the
head with shredded tangerine
peels, I concluded that the kids
in the raccoon coats probably
did have the right idea ... -
The crowds continued their
empassioned rants, "grind 'em
... smash 'em . . . smash 'em,"
and that poor young lad next
to me with a burgundy face
and fermented apple cider
dripping all over his sleeves
and pants. "Perhaps he has
money on the game," I con-
cluded as he lept upon the
bleachers and began swearing
furiously in Finnish.
Suddenly a young man in a
madras coat was offered to me
from behind; he had been pass-
ed all the way from atop the
stadium. We discussed the
merits of travel for a while
than he continued his journey
to the front of the stands.
By now, my ears were ringing
with the oaths of people who
had made the players their per-
sonal egos; chastising- them
scathingly for their fumbles
and applauding them elabor-
ately for their achievements.
I imagine that all the meek
people who sat home timidly
during the week nibbling vita-
mins, march viriley to the
stands on Saturdays and yell
all the obscenities and profani-
ties they've repressed during
the week.
Lucky for me I don't really
understand the game; just'
about the time the crowds
started howling for the ref-
eree's arms to be wrenched out
of his sockets, I decided that
college football was just too
aggressive. for me and non-
violent temperment.
Thus, I fought my way
through the mesh of flesh in
the stands, ran home from the
stadium quickly and retreated
to my attic where I contentedly
stuck pins through the new.
members of my insect collec-
tion.
%. vs. W
either .We usedhto gi e the teach-
ers drinkst she explained, "and
just give the students lemonade.
For some reason, the students al-
ways seemed to win."
Suzanne almost made it to
Michigan this fall, only she kept
speaking French in her admis-
sions interview. Not despairing,
she went to Florida, where she
'learned American slang from Col-
* gate to Ajax commercials. By the
time she returned to the Wolver-
COACH SUE MICHIGAN KICKER ine State and achieved a nearly
perfect score on her English test,
they'd asked me back for the next friend an E on a test, and he ask- it was too late to start classes
year." ed me to blow the whistle for a here. She ended up at Eastern in-
She found refereeing most re- foul. I'd just laugh and tell him stead.
warding, "especially when I knew to keep on running." As an actual player, Suzanne
some fat teacher who had given a Suzanne was not above trickery has offered her services as goalie
IN A NUTSHELL
Elliptical Sphere Idiocy
olverines
if need be. but knows she can't
compete with guys two or three
heads taller than she. With the
number of foreign students she
hypnotized into coming out for
the team, it doesn't look like they
will need her services as a player-
Just One?
Suzanne has no particular de-
sire to win international acclaim
as the first girl soccer coach in
Michigan, the United States, or
anywhere for that matter.-"All I
'want is to help the team get start-
ed. Several Americans have told
me they want to join and pretty
soon the soccer club will become
an Eastern University sport, open
to everyone. But, it's a wondei-ful
adventure."
Sunday will be the third time
the Ypsilanti team will come to-
gether. Yesterday they had their
first practice and Coach Von
Schenkendorff was pleased. "They
were quite good-I was amazed,"
she gushed. "But we're all pretty
tired. Being referee I had to run
up and down the field with them
and blow the whistle."
The Ypsi 'challengers have sev-
eral points on their side in Sun-
day's scrimmage. First is the fact
that foreign students are addicted
to soccer like giraffes are addicted
to sore throats. If ability isn't
enough, there is always the chance
that the Michigan soccer club
might defect when they see
Suzanne.
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Dusobs Win
Jude p't. Title
In a game which IM officials
termed "the best evening game
of the year,' the Dusobs defeated
the Ramblers 16-0 to gain the
championship in the intramurals
independent division.
The game was marked by two
very good defensive lines, both of
which maintained strong rushes.
But this didn't bother the Dusob's
quarterback, Craig Weatherwax,
who's a scrambling type anyway,
as he hurled one touchdown pass
and two conversions.
Most of the credit for the win,
however, went to Ed Gainer, who
was all over on defense. He scored
one touchdown on an interception
in the fourth quarter in addition
to catching a conversion pass after
the first TD.
The Dusobs had scored in the
first half on a pass from Weather-
wax to Greg Napier. After that, it
was a constant battle until Gain-
er's TD and the PAT, scored on
a pass to Jerry Bannon, iced the
victory.
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