Egg in Your Beer

The Boston papers are still looking for Dick Harlow's successor, and most of them are doing pretty well. In fact, the only consideration to limit the scribes so far is whether their candidate for the post has his picture filed away among the paper's stockpile of photographic cuts. One journal discovered Wes Fesler's face in the closet and started forthwith to bring the well-known Ohio State mentor to Cambridge. Another found Frank Leahy's countenance on hand, but went through the formality of calling the South Bend shepherd on the telephone before laying any plans for his proposed trip eastward.

One cut all the publications seem to possess is Biff Glassford's. It must be admitted that the young New Hampshire coach has all the qualifications for the post, even if Bill Bingham is sincere in his present quandary and no living human really knows the identity of the next mastermind on Soldiers Field. The new coach will probably be in his thirties, will be a standout in his present job, and will undoubtedly be unfamiliar to most football fanciers in America.

No Bait for the Big Ones

Bingham could never lure a big name to Cambridge. He offers no salaries exceeding these of University professors, and, as publicity director Arthur Sampson points out, coaches generally consider the Harvard job the toughest in the country. The sole enticement is one of advancement for a small college coach or some prominent assistant, or possibly a leading high school mentor from, say, the Boston area.

On the matter of salary, Harlow got $10,000 as coach and several thousand as curator of Oology. If Globe correspondent Vern Miller '42 is an authority, this is tops for the Ivy League, with the exception of Lou Little, and is exceeded by only a handful of coaches in the United States. Whether Harlow's successor will hold an extra-curricular job or not is a matter of speculation.

No Local Talent, Says Sampson

Publicity director Sampson has said flatly that no man at Harvard now will get the job. This statement applies principally to backfield coach Bob Margarita and Jayvee mentor Chief Boston. An important consideration, though, is Harlow's unexplored contract and Sampson's prediction that Dick will take up some job like scouting that is closely allied to football. The Old Maestro still has a domicile in Cambridge and the H.A.A. might arrange to keep his great mind in the background while easing a neophyte like Boston into a big time coaching job.

Finally, it is this department's impression, without wishing to question the parties concerned, that the so-called player "rebellion" was strictly passive during the season and that its exposure after the Yale game was a contributing factor to the resignation. Harlow is not one to resign under fire, but he probably realized that as a sick man he could not handle any squad trouble. With his dominating voice and energy gone, team spirit had to suffer, and those who cannot condone the player revolt can at least understand its causes.