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tornd and nnnned out and then rnpned and

tered and Tapped out and then flapped ant
often, as the iiianket Brigade came out Il
come oftener. Twenty-tyo men Dtade into
batterng rams and turned against esleh other
They did 1t yesterday. Down they go in . wild
tumultuous heap. Slowly the legs and arms
discntangle themselves. one man alter another
gets up Finally thcy are all w but one. lie rolls
r little bit IN pam. Lay him out fiat, Signa
They come flying out: ono man with " pail oil
water. another with sponge. another with a
medicines They kneel about him and sponge
AMI plaster AVID SO on, and then II h. rah;
ran IAN sf tb bpi e, spnt t as thG Injured
and he plays better than ever
Another OF the striking things about the
game is the aDpeHranc" and disappear Ancc OF
colors, IL is nnle,s gain resto! ever stand
Ing OF the blue banners seems TO duench every
CLEAN Of yellow. And then. Princeton gets the
be more golden nor have less hint Of blue.
The young fellows In the seats do have a
group down there on the Held MayBs die has has
player aud she raves about his pluck and his
strength aud his bravery: 1t is enouEh to make
hasn't n false nose OIL. nor tho merest scrap Of
sticking plaster to emphasize his wounds. se-
Cretly wish tho lions down on the field would
break their necks instead OF their noses.
IL was when Morse made beautiful dash
up with yells and yellow flags that YOU couldn't
get your breath;
low chrysanthemum had evidently grown on
the same plant AS had that OF her escort.
81 guess it was Morse" he said enthusiast
10 you know him ?" she demanded.
ON, yes " ne said. with nm air q being In
"An right you must bring him to call on
The young man looked thoughtful. Then he
Er-rm not sure that that was Morse. 1
rather think It was Ward"
Well do you know Ward2"
MOI Awiully sorry. l don't happen to
"Pshaw!" said the Princeton maid. and tho
TWO pretty girls with Princeton banners and
a dazed looking chaperone leaned over the
railing and chatted to two youths with tigers
one TIGER. =, He played on one Of our our teams"
. %,Ws a, ES1 know he's rE,pll{ la%s Can.
pretty fIs az f tSam had 'e G2 SG
lady didn't, have any explanation to offer.
one g0 his side and ih now f 5es
APd to t ths n9pT those pretty Prince
my and not a rlay in football. 1857
Not even when Princeton scored a touch
G% and U sfkS% Is s did ID the
O god n' f nos iSTsF f the
territory. The Afternoon r light faded. H All
the blue went disconsoately out OF the
...'1told you sor' and sank into a sea Of yellow
light. 1t grew dusk. and still the human
on the field. People In the seats strained their
eyes and yelled. not because they could see
The dusk deepened to twilight People SQUAD.
bled among themselves
ITS laie's ball." said the disgruntled
Its Prineetons.' said, the Tigers full Of
Suddenly there was a pause the ed dim o group
OF smelling and STOPPING figures near Yale's |
you could see the them er Essy IN IND
down from the stands there poured a human |
NiaGara that swallowed up players. Held. |
The game was over It was o to 0 for the
yellow Tigers Then came the grand scrim-
Held almost lost their terror Thirty thou |
s sand people tried to get up two little
sides around the Held of 'P Pattlo troo aIi
tore and crushed with the rest. Women re-
ceiyed no mercy; There was no chance for it |
with the force OF 10000 people behind one
The coming homo is the experience which |
makes one register VOW never to 60 to |
who find compensation even in u crush This |
does not refer In delicate way to the pick |
noeSes, means the young man who |
of his pluck and his strength. hut |
10 put II to use in the protection OF the girl |
whose favor lie Graves. And she-oh! she |
likes 1t well enough 10 forget that other men |
are stepping on her feet. aud that her cooked |
hat is being Knocked flat and her back hair |
being torn out by tho roots.
One OF the last trains from the grounds car |
Tying a heavy load OF passengers. stopped at |
the Forty-second street station about $50 |
o'clock. There were plenty OF lhle banners |
aboard. but they were furled and the violets |
were withered. and the ue-rbboned horns |
had been thrown away. But one strapping big |
fellow was not going back on his colors like |
that He still carried his horn with its |
blue steamers. but he did not breathe a
single note to swell the Princeton chorus OF |
JOY. At Forty-second street he picked up his |
born and edged his way to the door. A bright
princeton girl caught sight OF him, and Just as
he disappeared she called out in clear tones:
Oh. Little Boy Blue, 90 blow your horn"
But yesterday wasn't Little Boy Blues day.