New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1895-11-24
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cot over with a vast loss of breath and two he'll
NETS No one in the crowd would make move
TO get the helmets. hoping to make the officers
try IL again. but they were wise and corralled a
small boy for restorative uses.
AS the time of beginning drew nigh and the
crowd increased. diversion was afforded by the
students in the great line Of coaches. Princeton
men were massed solidly at the east end of the
line and to the west or them were the Yale
coaches Princeton began early, as though her
enthusiasm was tireless. and it was not long be-
fore the spirit moved in the breasts Of ELS sons
10 respond. Then the ever-ncreasnS crowd of
spectators in the stands was treated to music.
NOT exactly Of the 1eVitic type but music to
make old college men do powerful sight" Of
thinking and TO drive the coming men to prac-
a. with lung expanders and other strengthen
Ing appliances anent the time of their appear
ing collegians
"OH THE SONGS THEY SANG"
u was impossible to catch the words Of their
songs. probably because of the distance and UNI
doubtedly because of the tange of voices. If Yale
began TO sing. Princeton howed. and IL Prince
ton sang Yale howled-and there you are. One
Of the Yale songs slapped the tiger in the face
and pulled his tail in this fashion,
The princeton tigers stripes they say. orange
i"' end coal black.
They run in fancy diagrams all up and down his
back
But when he strikes old ELS team he'll find it sad
but
That the only stripes upon his back black and
blue.
/ car knock oh mo-
knock. oh no. Yale.
Then there another that reminded some
Of the older men present of another contest be-
cause Of the melody. 1t ran:
From Gu trophy laden home.
To Man rattan Field We come
1nS' For 70 Old id Yale ale IS Wops 70 50 ''''' ~
And we'll give Them 'rah. 'rah' 'rah for Captain
G5ss boys SS' cheer Sheer aSE ss% S e Victory
For old Eli stout and true
hat for he
We will hunt the Princeton tiger from the held
Still they had another to the tune Of street
ballad:
pn side. off side any cd side at all;
We're gaining steadily round the end De Witt has
rhorne goes through the centre, the line holds
And If they get hurt there sandy subs the
side lines OF the blue.
Here though. Princeton offered a Roland for
their Oliver with parody like this:
Oh Rosey did down the fed with the ball.
There wasn't a Yale man could touch him at all,
And And, the team p,aysd on .,o,or ,,ssa o,,orv or.
Blu, couldn't get him at all:
The Princeton team scored. the Yale team was
noored.
And the team played on.
COLLEGE YELLS IN BETWEEN.
Certainly these were filed In with the college
rells Of tradtion; and multiplying all the con-
rsion which developed the game progressed
Eas the footing or that SenSelesS artcIe the
Tin horn, the shrill echo of bugles and coaching
horns and the inarticulate cry Of great multi
tude painting with pleasure and mad with ex-
element
So the excitement of the afternoon grew upon
Itself. and when the players finally appeared at
POS o'clock for a little preliminary practice :hey
found themselves before the greatest multitude,
possibly, ever assembled even in this city of mon
ster football demonstrations. 1t is not the pur-
pose here to follow the game through its tech
meal labyrinth But would like to remark
upon the earth-shaking plaudts which greeted
Bass in the first touchdown for Yale. Yet that
was mild beside the cry that cracked the atmos-
phere when Baird forced a touchdown for Prince
ton in the final. and when IL seemed as though
the Tiger was TO go limpng home with big
round appended. The scene mocks at descrip-
lion. From the grandstand to the beacheries
under the scoring board. from the clubhouse to
the far western limit Of the west stand men ana
women rose in tumultuOus masses and hurled out
their fercest yells Princeton was riotousy eX-
infant and her PLAYERS seemed TO take new heart
over a plausible chance for tieing the score and
thus redeerning herself for the first half of the
game. $50 -
II was not to be. Thorne. with mastery OF
resource that car be pu: down only as remarka-
BILE in the history of the game drew together
his forces for that final onslaught and demon,
etrated that he has no peer in the foOtDdl WOrlu
of to-day That ended it, and at once there De-
gan the overwhelming rush for the elevated sta
ton. The game was done.