New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1890-11-23

Williams and McClung. ran back with the paa'
but time was up. with the ball in harvasas
territory.
Harvard had been able to prevent Yale from
scoring in the first half Of the game, with tho
wind In Yales favor. Yale had somewhat ens
best of the game. but the Harvard men were sa'is'
fed with the result so far, for they nsareo on
Traford kicking goals, now that the vino wss
with him. After rest of ten minutes the 1--WE
teams lined up again. They nad saAen oos
others measure, and each was confident now
Cumnock looked more cheerful, however, than
"Rillys Rhodes. Billy Bull Yales old fuil-
back. sat on the ground looking exceedingly blue
Walter Camp. Eugene Richards, WHY'S Terry
and Frank Peters, old Yale stars. were closely
watching every turn of the game. Yale had the
Kickoff. and ploughed the ball through the Grim
son rushers Q short distance. Here Williams, ths
srrnter was hurt, and Larry" Bliss, a sprightly
little fellow, took his place. Traford pulled his
Jockey cap down over bis head and began ts
punt tremendously. When Dean passed the ball
back 70 Traford thr two rush-hnes sprang at each
other like tigers, and the Yale men did not get
through their opponents ranks as they used to in
olden times But there was no fighting ooserv-
able at any time Spsrring was occasionally in
duged in, but there was no smuggling, and Mr..
George did not have to rule any off the field.
and the big fellew charged like warhorss; but
he hurt himself in scrimmage. and jim" Lee.
the famous Splinter, took his place when Lake
had carried the ball a little more than halfway
down the ield The two men play differently
that perhaps the Yale men were not quite
prepared for Lees tactics. With the two
teams about in the middle Of the field Dean made
beautiful pass to Lee. Encircled by Dean.
Corbett, Trafford and Cumnock, Lee lodged
around the right end of the rushlne. SO well
was he guarded that the five men seemed to move
as one, and Lee had clear field before him. A
few Yale men ran in bewidered way and held
out their arms as If to stop Lee But he SPED
past them like ghost, into the southwest corner
of Yale's back yard, as the crowd called It, Rouho
he circled and ran behind Yae's goalposts, where
he touched the ball down, and won everlasting
glory for Jim Lee and the Harvard football
team Of 1890.
The Harvard men went fairly wild with Joy.
and the air was rent with cheers of Rah ran
rah! Harvard" and cries of I'VE have waited
so many years" Lee sat by the ball, looking
proud and happy, and his associates gambeled
around him, hugging him, Themselves. and one
another Cumnock came running ont Of the
crowd behind the goal-posts, and threw up his
arms, with his face beaming with happiness
Touchdown, fellows" he cried, and
the enthusiasm was renewed, ana re-
peated until the men could hardly find
voice. Cranston carefully laid himself ON the
ground in front of the goal-post with the leather
oval in his arms, pointing at the posts. Dirhie
Trafford came up and surveyed the ball as seri
ously as If his soul depended on his kick There
was only minute of suspense, and then Trsf-
ford sent the ball flying squarely over tine
goal-posts, making as pretty goal Oh ever
o.
There was another wild demonstration OF JOY
from Harvard's side of the field, and the silence
was oppressive on the Yale side. The two teams
rapidly lined up in the middle of the field The
Vale men seemed little dazed and ratified, but
Harvard went to work more sharply than ever.
Cumnock got through the Yale rushers
with ease The Yale men were not
guarding oil points, and MADE oaa
slim to their great cost, a few minutes a1ter
Lee made his touchdown. While the ball was
in the middle of the field, Lewis snapped tic
leaSter oval back to Barbour, who missed It,
he backs were all up close to the rush-hne'
leaving an open field behind them. Dudley
Dean saw the "Huke" and the opening. lie
dove through THE opening in the rush-llne
like a flash, and, snatchng the ball
from the ground started straight for Yae's touch
down line At first no seemed to realize what
tho alert little quarter back up to; but he
knew and If he never before made reputation
"a sprinter, he did then. Big Ben Morrison
stirred his legs after the flying Dean all in vain,
and while the two men were tearing down the
field the Harvard men simply stood still ana
howled. no concerted effort OF cheering being
made because that was impossible. The Yale
bows looked on in despair Dean ran as he never
ran before and crossed the line in safety, making
the winning play Of the game in about the middle
of the last half.
,rsuv,u again seriously surveyed the ball as
il Law in tue arms of Harvard man in front Of
the goal He lifted his foot and sent the ball
souarely on the goal-post, making the score IL
TO 6.
Deafenipg cheers broke out from the Harvard
men. ningled with cries of Procession; process
SION" But it was not to be a procession. Perhaps
the real struggle took place after this score was
made. 1t was rapidly growing dark, and the
courage 10 risk kicks and thumps in the scrim-
IMAGES and fights for the ball, to run at q break
neck speed, might correspond to what has been
called midnight courage" in a soldier. En-
durance and GOODNESS were called for as never
before in the game. Yale strove strenu-
ousIy to score, and Harvard ald
not make up at first. Gradually
Yale worked the ball up into corner OF Har-
Yards territory, by upheavals of Hefeihnger, s.
Morrison and other powerful Boys in Blue Nc
Chung was everywhere, and every time the ball
was passed to him ne gained ground. Nearer and
nearer the two teams worked up into Harvard's
field, and finally McClung slid over the line in the
extreme northeast corner, making q touchdown
amid wild rejoicings among the Yale
boys McClung followed up his advantage
by kicking goal.
Back went the ball to the middle Of the field,
and the excitement was intense. There were
about ten minutes left. Harvard shouted time,
and Yale yelled "mOre time A stocky Yale
substitute paced up aud down the field, with a
look Of extreme agony on his face All, LORD,
he said, "Give us more time; more time No
one laughed, but all the Yale contingent
echoed his sentiments Harvard riskeo
nothing Corbett made remarkable run, as
good as in the first half Of the
game, when he caught the ball aud ran hall
way down the feld He is an artful dodger, If
there ever was one. Traflord pnnted again; but