Set To Break
Me Cet anadian Sextets
Here Friday, Saturday
With seven contests remaining on
its slate, Michigan hockey team will
attempt to break its three-game los-
ing streak with a pair of matches
Invading the Coliseum Friday
night will be the senior amateur
squad from Paris, Ontario. Another
senior Canadian outfit, the Brant-
ford Hockey Club, will furnish the
opposition for Coach Vic Heyliger's
crew Saturday night.
Heyliger expressed confidence that
Al Renfrew will be in condition to
play in both contests. However, if
the .Maize and Blue puckster is side-
lined, the Wolverines will call on
Chet Kuznier, third-line forward, to
take his place.
Heyliger also announced that the
games with Michigan Tech for Feb.
22 and 23 at Houghton, Mich., have
been postponed to Mar. 1 and 2 to
let the Wolverine pucksters take their
Michigan hockey Coach Vic Hey-
liger announced today that the
Wolverines will petition the U. S.
Intercollegiate Hockey League for
membership when the rules com-
mittee of that body meets in April.
The loop which boasts Army, Dart-
mouth; Harvard, Yale, Colgate, and
Princeton as its members was sus-
pended for the duration of the war
in 1941. However, most of its schools
have fielded teams this year and the
league is scheduled to resume active
competition next year.
Michigan has played bot i Yale
and Colgate in the past but has never
held membership in the league.
NEWS+ VIEWS+ COMMENT
By BILL MULLENIDORE, Sports Editor
CRADUATION from an institution such as the University of Michigan is
an experience to be viewed with mixed feelings. There is, of course, much
to look forward to. But there is also a great deal to look back upon.
We have been doing a lot of both lately. We have completed our
sundry requirements for graduation and will be duly recognized for
that achievement, come Feb. 23. At'the same time, we will be closing
out seven semesters' work on The Daily.
A lot can happen in seven semesters. Men and events furnish a backlog
of experience that asserts itself time and again in memories, pleasant and
unpleasant. Our rind right now is spilling over with a veritable flood of
recollections of the past, which, we suspect, will aford us many happy remi-
niscences in future years.
We could mention a lot of things that have wandered into our (pr-
ception during these past few hectic pre-final and pre-graduation days.
We could talk of pleasant associations with men like Fritz Crisler, Ray
Fisher, Bennie Oosterbaan, Ken Doherty, and the rest of the gang in the
Athletic Administration Building.
WE COULD recapture the feats of some of the famous Wolverine athletes
of bygone days, figures like Elroy Hirsch, Don Lund, Tommy King, Gene
Derricotte, Mert Church, Bill Daley, Dave Strack, and a host of others. We
could recall football games, basketball games, track meets, and other events
without number that have stirred our imagination over the years.
But if we were asked to single out one particular memory that stands
cut aove all others, the one we expect to keep with us longest, we would
point to none of these. We would, instead, turn to what may seem to be
a trivial incident, one of those everyday "human interest" stories the re-
porter runs into every day, but which often leave a more lasting im-
pression than other, bigger happenings.
It happened back in the early fall of 1944. We were. still a rather green
newcomer to the ways of the sports writing world, not too certain of our-
self, and very much elated with the prospect of writing our first football
story. The occasion was the opening of football practice, the place Ferry
Field, the time an unidentifiable afternoon, probably in late July or early
We had duly interviewed the various members of the coaching staff,
had dexterously avoided flying footballs, and exploding flash bulbs, had
taken voluminous and largely illegible notes, and were preparing to de-
part with sanity unimpaired by the confusing panorama of action going
on about us. We were threading our way from the field, when a lone,
stoop-shouldered, grey-haired man, standing all by himself along the
sidelines caught our attention.
"'WHO's that?" we asked our cohort, a worthy better versed in Michigan
Our crony studied the object of our inquiry for a moment, then said:
"Why, that's Fielding H. Yost, the old man himself.".
Fielding H. Yost! The mere sound of the name made us pause in
our tracks. It was our first sight of the legendary "Mr. Michigan," the
man who built Wolverine sports from the barest beginnings back in
1900 to the status they enjoy today, the man who coached the "point-a-
minute" teams, the man who engineered the building of the Michigan
athletic plant, in short, the man who made Michigan athletics.
On an impulse, we walked timidly over to the grey-haired patriarch and
haltingly began a conversation. As interviews go, it probably didn't amount
to much. We were too frightened to do much more than stammer a few inane
questions. "How do they look to you?" we finally managed to blurt out.
A gleam came into the old man's eye. He gazed thoughtfully out
over the field where 100-odd men were showing their stuff under the
watchful eyes of the coaches. We could tell he wasn't thinking of us.
IHe was thinking of the past, of the squads he had greeted in former
opening days, of the stars he had coached, of the games he had won,
of the teams he had molded.
THEN the 72-year-old Yost turned to us. "Too early to tell yet, but they
look big and fast. Might be a team there. Why I remember . . . " He
launched into a discussion of the "good old days," recalling endless anec-
dotes, bringing to life men long dead and games long mere entries in musty
records. We hung on every word, not daring even to pause and scribble
down what he had to say.
It was over all too soon. "Well, I have to be getting along now," Yost
finally said. "But I'll be back out here. These boys look pretty good."
There was the faintest touch of regret in his voice as he said goodbye
and shuffled oft toward his car. Perhaps no one will ever know how badly
Yost yearned to shed his role as a passive spectator and once more take up
active duty in behalf of his beloved "Meeshigan." Fire horses die hard,
they say, and Yost was, and still is, a long way from being dead.
His spirit is not dead. It is not the spirit of a man, but the spirit
of an institution, the spirit of a long tradition whose end it not yet in
sight. That spirit will live forever. It is embodied in the hearts of men
who have taken up the reins passed to them by. others, in the minds of
the men who bring perennial glory to the name of. Michigan, in the
very walls and atmosphere of the Field House.
It is an intangible spirit, a spirit hard to recognize, yet a spirit always
there. Never have we seen it flame so brightly as on that sunny autumn
afternoon when Fielding H. Yost, the man who brought that spirit to life,
made it live all over again. It is the spirit of Michigan. Long may it live,
with such men as Yost to give it eternal life.
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