The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1892-11-25

But it had. Yale had scored . ucb-down,
and Butterworth was preparing to KICK
goal. 1t was an event that astounded the
crowd. but when it had learned what had
started off In the face Of the wind with q
SCORE Its applause WAS deafening.
HOW 1T WAS DONE.
Two trials had been made and the ball
advanced thirteen yards into Princeton's
territory. Mccormick motioned to Laurie
Bliss. and in an instant Ysle's captain had
snapped the ball to Laurie. and that man,
with the ball safe In his arms, started at
. break-neck speed for goal. He ran
around the right end. and before the
Princeton players could recover from their
eurpriee Bliss was burying the ball ana
Butterworth was getting ready TO KICK:
Greenway had guarded the end well. and
Pop" Bliss. Butterworth and Hinckey had
assisted to get IL through. Butterworth
kicked the goal, and, whiIe six points were
being posted to Yale's credit on the score
board. the air was darkened with i ale blue.
During the rest of this half Yale acted on
the defensive but kept the ball weii into
Princeton's territory. The half ended with
no further scoring, the ball being on Prince
tons thirty-yard line. Poe having Just
caught clever punt of Butterworth's
during TIE ten minutes rest between the
halves Heffelinger. Rhodes, Harvey. Cor
bin. Beecher. McClung and Gill. famous for
their work for Yale in the football held,
took occasion to tell all their friends that
Yale las going to put up big surprise IN
the second half. What the surprise was
nobody ever know. as Princeton was on
her mettle and forced the play from the
start. After ten minutes play ale got the
ball into PrincetOn's territory. and ten min
utes later Stillman scored q touchdown TOR
the blue. not through any brilliant play,
but simply because he happened to be with
In ten yards of the goal In time to follow
MP q punted ball. Stillman was wildly
cheered by the Yale men. however, for his
good Judgment ButterwOrrh kicked the
goal and Yale had twelve points To her
credit while q dismal cipher marked the
Efforts of Princeton.
After the touch down Princeton took the
ball from center and kept IL In Yaies
ground for nearly thirty minutes. Three
times they had the ball within ten yards
of goal, but on each occasion they failed to
score. On the last trial Hall got the ball
and it was rapidly pushed to the center
and into Princeton's territory. Then mat
ters grew hot. 1t looked as though Yale
might score again ut any time. Four times
naught and once but three yards. Butter
worth forced the ball, but to-no effect
Princeton's interference WAS superb and
the ball. when time was called, remained
on Princeton's fifteen-yard line.
1t was n good victory for Yale, ss Prince
ton put up one or the strongest games In
the history of football. The crowds
of spectators broke IN upon the players at
the close of the game. and for ten minutes
Mccormick aud the rect of the Yale boys
had to submit to enthusiastic hand-shak-
ing. In half ON hour after the game the
grounds were deserted, and the various
street cars aud l. roads were packed TO
their utmost capacity with the people. hur-
place The weather was bitterly cold. but
no one complained. The sight was worth
the suffering.
THE STORY IN A NUTSHELL
A Press dispatch has this bit of lurid de-
scrIption: "a battle of bulldogs and
tigers. Quick flashes of yellow. fierce
CLEANS of blue the grip of sharp tacklin 9
claws. the CLINT of set teeth. and, over all,
the hoarse laundering of an army of
maniaos. A level, gray stretch of turf, set
in o black, seething frame of humanity.
blown by passionate storms, and overhun q
with waving blotcnes of barbaric color.
and in the center of this field the serried
lines of football battle, the sharp
shock of desperate charges and the shriil
yard by yard the Tigers were driven back
from lale's ten-yard line and down tht
white chalk equator into the lungles, borne
by the impetuous rushes of the blue. And
tartars surglng in dense mobs around them
the tigers died. There was no weakening
In that yellow and black line. With every
fierce onset the big. striped chaps would
spring TO their feet, shake the long shoe
bair back from their eyes and limp to
their places for the next charge.
$50 the two teams fought in q death
lock down to the last minutes of the
battle. Then. with the ball on Prlnceton's
twenty-yard line, little Mccormick gave
his last aiUnal Rack ftaahad fhe hai from
the hamhke hands OF Stillman. and into
the arms of McCormick. Then, on q swift
oatlike pass. 1t went to ButterwOrth, who
dived headlong into the line. In an
instant the ground was athunder with
the furious thnmp of flying heels. and
the AIR flashed with the qnick, des-
perate heave of yellow against blue.
Then there came the harsh impact
| of canvas-backs the grind of muscular
limos and down went the whole mob in q
| to win. sang out the referee and every man
| spraug like lightning to his place. ShOul.
| der to shoulder they stOod-Stillman
| against Ballet: Hall against McCrea and
30 ON down the entire line. Before Nc.
COrmick could give the signal above the
| tremendous roar of voices rose the bird.
| like whistle of the referee, and the battle
was over. With swift tidal wave of TO-.
| 600 people rolling in upon them the bruised
and battered tigers massed themselves in
up shsir "% Voice. D'A in hoa1s. s iSeH yei
| for Yale. len feet away the vIctors
equally bruised and bleeding. piped up in Q
| series of sharp and shrIll barks for Prince
ton. Mutual sdmiration. and why mott
| For two hours 1t had been muscle against
muscle. and bone against bone and every
| boy among them had met foeman worthy
| of his steel. Then again, every athlete
among them was n free-born American col
lege boy and o fighter from way back"