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AMES are peculiar things. Sometimes they fit—sometimes they do not. Sight unseen, one would have suspected that George Praska would be given to turning things over slowly in his mind, seriously and deliberately; a short, stocky youth with something about him of the football build. The speculator would have been right. George's mental processes were dogged, not brilliant. For two years he had played right guard for Northfield High School. Opposing elevens had found him a massive rock that could neither be pushed back nor flanked. Coaches sent their teams out with instructions to "let that Praska alone. It's only wasting a down."

Perry King, on the other hand, belied the