New-York tribune., 1900-11-25

then they started up their new undertaken song.
This title sounds lugubrous. but 1t is pretty
lively song Yet Harvard thought II was sad This
is the way that it sounded rolling across the field
in a swelling chorus:
"Oh!
More work for the undertaken
&" Mother little job for the casketmakerJ-
In the local cemetery they very, very busy
a brand new grave
mo hope for Harvard!'
There isn't much rhyme to this song and it will
become classic. but 1t fraught with
meaning for Harvards players. who were being
buried deep in the rising flood of Blue. Yale had to
play on the enemy's 25-yard line, but Harvard
broke through more fercely, and it took the Blue
phalanx three hard rushes to its distance. Har-
wards centre getting badly battered. and so
Roberts. who weighs about 275 pounds. was called
out to take Barnards place. A ripple of merriment
moth Of holy writ VT 5 tTOtsed tied out on the y field ea
buck the centre, she sent Chadwick speeding
he ran twenty yards for touchdown This play
nns at the s and I bGa KaS e goa M
But IL 10 was the score and IT would On nave Sabed
over the entrance to the gridiron before the game
began. AN hope abandon. We who enter here, 1t
test sort of variety for the Crimson players
CAPTAIN DAILY RETIREs.
The changes in the Harvard team came
thick and fast The valiant Captain Daily was
nothing but cripple. and he limped off the field.
now quarterback both elevens. Campbell, Ellis
and Eaton also were soon out Of the game, but
Yale's strength did not waver iota An exchange
Of kicks was made. and then Sharpe fumbed on his
own SO-yard line.
CoYs CLEVER TOUCHDOWN
Great Harvard cheers rang forth. Here at last,
perhaps. coming that Harvard score. But.
alas more woe was in store for the Crimson On
the second down wild pass Stilman's head
save the fleet Coy a chance. He picked up the
fbarN liza Aaah rpd Off dourr fold
the instant The whole Crimson pack started after
him with hue and cry. but he was far ahead and
had easy to his touchdown.
This is beginning TO get monotonous," remarked
a kind hearted Yale man. but the Harvard man
had begun to think the same long before.
The game swiftly drawing a close. An
exchange OF punts was made, the ball finally rest
Ing with H Harvard ward on her thirty yard line; Here
tried for field goal but missed 1t.
A GOAL FROM THE FIELD
Harvard punted out and then Yale set hercely to
work to score once more. Harvard's cup OF woe
had been full and bitter. yet she still had some
dregs to drain. The Blue rushers steadily carried
the play up to Harvards twenty yard line. and
here. failing to gain by rushing Sharpe kicked
his beautiful field goal. 1t close thing. the
ball striking one of the goal posts. but bounding
in instead Of out. Another piece OF Yale luck"
Harvard men said.
There were still several minutes OF play, and
forces together and began rush down the field.
Fincka the Harvard quarterback. made some
moment more the whistle blew and the battle was
over. Then followed demonstration OF Yale joy
undergraduate body rushing down the
gridiron. and danced and sang and cheered and
eleven
The officials Of the game were follows: Umpire,
McCIung of I4ehigh timekeeper, A. E. Whiting, or
Cornell.