MID-OCTOBER TILTS MAKE JOE'S FORECASTING HARD

"Oh, Joe," said the managing editor to me the other day, "I'm not strong for humor ordinarily--I'm a serious-minded feller--but your story last Saturday was the funniest ever."

Imagine that. I draw a side for a moment the shades of secrecy and reveal for a moment a glimpse of my heart, a flash of the real Joe Forecast, not the idol that a discerning public has seen fit to place on a pedestal (and why not?). And what happens? "The funniest ever."

Well, then, all right, the mask will be donned again. Joe Forecast, the man, will return hidden behind the Night of Joe Forecast, the forecaster. No more will he reveal to a callous public the bruise an his heart and the sears on his soul.

And just at the moment being a forecaster is hard enough. What with Yale and Dartmouth. Princeton and Navy, etc., I become convinced that the forecaster's heyday is the first two weeks in October. Most forecasters, that is. But not I. "The blacker the cloud, the silverer the lining," was graven on the Forecast coat of arms centuries ago when the first Baron Forecast was Lord High Grave-Digger in Waiting for the wives of Henry VIII. And that's the way I am. So paste these in you hat until you read your Sunday papers:

Dartmouth 27, Yale 14.

Navy 14, Princeton 10

Syracuse 20, Army 0

Bowdein 13, Tufts 0

Ohto State 27, Columbia 6

Brown 40, Bates 0