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...Champaign, Ill., unbeaten Ohio State corralled Illinois' All-America Candidate J. C. Caroline, turned loose their own scat back, Bobby Watkins, and made a bid for the Big Ten championship by outrunning the Illini, 40-7. At Madison, Wis., Alan ("the Horse") Ameche battered the Rice line for two touchdowns as Wisconsin won, 13-7. In Dallas, for all their fumbles, the Oklahoma Sooners beefed up their claim to collegiate football's top rank by beating Texas, 14-7. In the Ivy League, Harvard's Crimson outshaded the Big Red of Cornell in a surprising upset...
...school he was something of a dude, and a natural standout in every sport he tried. In baseball he was an outstanding pitcher and outfielder, played against local coal miners' teams. In football he was a fast backfield star (a "scat back" according to Snead). He was on the track team and he boxed. He found little time for books...
Danny Kaye, like most genuine comedians, is at his best as a scat-back, alone in an open field. As soon as the blockers form in front of him and the routine plays have to be run off, he either loses interest in the game or trips over his won teammates. Mr. Kaye and other producers of "Knock on Wood," while apparently aware of this fact, were too obeisant to the traditions of Plot to take full advantage of it. The result is a picture which is funnier than most, but never so funny as it could have been...
Musically, the picture offers a reminiscent run-through of almost all the old Glenn Miller favorites (In the Mood, Chattanooga Choo-Choo, Pennsylvania 6-5000, Tuxedo Junction, Little Brown Jug), though Louis Armstrong, playing a pie-eyed piper in one scat session, may make the audience wish for a few wild minutes that this were Armstrong's story and not Miller...
...began with a fast, straightforward version of the melody, then, after a few' bars, swung into Peterson's impromptu variations - interlaced arabesques, rhythmical counterpoints, stream-of-consciousness insertions from other tunes-then back to the original melody. Throughout, Pianist Peterson accompanied himself with his own scat-singing, in the pauses mopped his sweating brow with his handkerchief. Throughout, for all his jet-propelled tempos, his fingers frisked the keys with the precision of a hell-bent Horowitz...