Sport: Unbeaten, Untied

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In the late-November, or ear-nipping and climactic stage of college football, only two major teams were still unbeaten and untied. Georgia was a good Class B team plus a back who did almost everything right; U.C.L.A. was a powerhouse squad of 55 players, most of whom had seen action in every game this season.

Untrippable Trippi. Last week Georgia crunched helpless Auburn 41 to 0, had only Chattanooga and Georgia Tech left. The man who does most to make Georgia go is Charlie Trippi, son of a Pennsylvania coal miner. He has gained over a thousand yards in Georgia's eight games this fall. Tied with the other Bulldog halfback, John Donaldson, as the team's leading scorer, Trippi blocks, kicks and tackles as well as he runs and passes. He runs with legs far apart in a sort of gallop, sometimes jumps in the air just before being grabbed, and flails wildly with his feet; other times he just lowers his head and goat-butts his assailant in the stomach.

Married, and the father of a 19-month-old girl, Charlie Trippi is almost as good at baseball as football. He has had offers from the Braves, Yankees, Phillies, Athletics and Red Sox, and a $17,500 pro football bid. Charlie hopes next year to play both games professionally (he prefers baseball) and earn $50,000 a year.

Music for the Stars. U.C.L.A., which romped past little Montana last week, has only to beat neighboring U.S.C. for a ticket to the Rose Bowl. Its most touted player, serious, studious Burr Baldwin, perhaps the best end in the country, is so good that he has an ex-All-American (Phil Tinsley, formerly of Georgia Tech) as an understudy. Coach Bert LaBrucherie, who coached crack teams at Los Angeles High School for 16 years before he got his big chance with the Bruins last year, feels that ex-G.I.s will not swallow the old get-out-there-&-fight-for-dear-old-Siwash line. Instead, in the dressing room before each game he plays a short concert on a portable record player. First conies a sentimental ballad or two, then something a little solider, and finally, just before kick-off time—On, Wisconsin! Alter that, nothing needs to be said.