Morning journal and courier., 1893-12-01
YALE DOwNED BY PRINCETON.

YALE DOWNED BY PRINCETON.
The Orange and Black FIaunts High |
Above the Blue-In the Most Excite |
ing Game of Football In Years Yale
Was Defeated, Not Even Scoring
Captain Hinkey Was Badly Injured
But He Pluckily Returned TO the
Gridiron and Continued Playing 10
the End-Princeton Men Went Wild
With Enth usiasm.
The football season of 1898 Is over, and
alas for the sandy sons of old Ell. Neck
deep under the orange and black avalanche
of Princeton lie the hopes of the men who
have never said die. Fathoms deep under
the waves of false predictions, every Yale
prophet ia whelmed. It was q bitter pill
to swallow for the New Haven team and
yet they stood like veritable heroes, never
hinching when disabled most sorely and
bruised and bleeding from innumerable
wounds and cuts, they stood and took their
medicine from their opponents as only a
Yale team can. Princeton surely played
better game and yet the Yale team were
particularly unfortunate in being in
poor condition and having their best men
badly injured. The game, however, ought
to teach Yale lesson, and that is, II she
is bound to play both Princeton and Har-
ward every fall to have at least two weeks
between the games instead of playing them
inside of six days. 1t tells the whole
story of their defeat and there is
no getting around it. In the Har-
ward game the men were put through
strain enough to last them a life
time and yet see what they had to 60
through yesterday. To close observer at
the Fifth Avenue hotel In the morning the
fact of the weak condition of the team
was only too apparent. The men were in
good spirits, but the pale, drawn faces and
generally Hstless air, told a far different
story. You can't take boys twenty years
make army mules Of them. They are
only human and sooner or later nature as
serts herself. She did yesterday to the
inconsolabls sorrow of every supporter of
the blue. To see Thorne when he was
carried from the field physical wreck,
Adee and Murphy as they fingered around
with faces drawn and set with pain, Hin.
key with look on his face which those
who saw will never forget and Butter
worth just able to etand in bis tracks, told
the onlooker more plsinly than words why
Yale lost.
However, 1t was great game and wor
deservedly by the sons of old Nassau Fol
a wonder they excelled Yale in quick sg
seemed to paralyze the Yale forwards. Il
was In this style of play that they scored
In comparing the work of the two cap
tains, Hinkey is away above Trenchard
Yesterday the silent man seemed to be bu
half human. With one ear badly torn
his face cut and bruised and the side O,
his head at times covered with blood, b.
looked veritable fsnd. Alas, poor ole
Hinkeyl To him the defeat went hsrdel
than any man in the country, and yet II
spite of it all he Is the greatest end tina
| the football world has ever seen and YALE
greatest captain. 1t takes but ,
players. Individually and collectively, tn
Tigers seemed to ou;clsss Yale with bu
one exception, and that was Butterworth
he was not the same man that he was a
| Springfield. How could anything made O
| flesh and bone be in condition, after hsvin,
been used for such a human battering ram
as he was against Harvard. Yet he die
| noble work and punted the ball all arount
| Blake, besides making the longest run O
| the game. Morse and Ward clearly out
played Thorne and Armstrong. And KIM
we'll, this little bunch of India rubbe
and railroad iron, made the Yale enthu
siasts weary. He made several phenome
nal runs, and his interference was beaati
full. But one could go on and comment o.
the game until another season, and ye
have plenty to say. Princeton won fairl
and squarely, and yet had Yale not playe.
Harvard only few days before the Tiger
would have been defeated.
What q sneetaola iuot hofora tim
was called. From nearby poles electri
lights shone and above the club house a
the east end several stars peeped forth an
biinked in wonder at the strange scene
On the field which lay sodden and gray i
the fast gathering twilight and within
few yards of the coveted Yale line, the tw
battle lines swing shoulder to shoulder
one rent and torn by cruel attacks an
the other mighty and strong with the cor
6dence of expectant victory. Upon a
sides you could zee in the gathering dust
rising in gloomy bills, the thousands an
thousands of spectators. From til
acqueduct and viaduct, from dead head hi
and grand stands, could be seen occasions
flashes OF yellow and anon comes tn
| frog yell and the 'fthree times three" fror
the Yale chums, who with the characterii
tic Yale sand, which never let's them Civ
in while breath of life remains, are sti
at it, but it Is useless. And how cad it q
ia, too, for underneath runs sombre III
dercurrent of heartache and Of tears.
The Tigers have the ball and there is
crack and swish as it goes into pls,
Moleskin grinds against noleskin, there
desperate heave of locking muscles. hos
like grunts come from tina swsying mas,
and now, above 1t all, rises the rat Ill
| squeak of the referees whistle. Dear oil
Yale is beaten!
On the field comes the wild Princeto
mob ssizing their players and csrryin
them off bodily, while the Yale team drs
their sore and tired bodies to their dres
ing rooms in an agony of mind which on
thoee can understand who have been tber
Let us be thankful that for them suffe
ings like these are few and very far b
tween. II. R. D.