Tall, quiet, frowning—those were three words you could use to describe Don Hume, seat stroke for the Huskies. He was a little intimidating, you’d have to admit. He never spoke to you, but here you sat with him at a table at the little celebration they were having New York after winning the poughkeepsie. Most of the boys were getting interviewed by Royal Brougham, Don stayed at the table, looking around, frowning. You decide to say something.

“Do you always frown like that?” You ask Don.