Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-11-16
TIGERS DOWN YALE
Captain John De Witt the
 Hero of the Hour.
VICTORY IN ONE DESPERATE KICK
PrincetOn's Great Leader Made a Record Play, Scoring a Goal mt FOrty-tvvO Yards DHstance-The
 Team Then Rugged Him.

Team Then Rugged Him.
 NEW HAVEN, Conn, Nov. 1e.-on every Princeton tongue there is but one name, and in every Princeton heart there is a new image enshrined side by side with those of Lamar and the beloved Poes. This name and this image are those of John De Witt. Ev- cry heart and every voice is tuned in praise of Old Nassau, the dogged, the valiant and the victorious, for on the trampled and torn gridiron of Yale field the glory of Yale became as tale that is told, the tigers humbling the blue by the close score of Il to 6-and John De Witt did it. .~..s.- Seldom in the history of football has there stood on the gridicon, strong and cool in the desperate need which comes at the eleventh hour, so picturesque, so indomitable leader as the big Prince ton captain proved himself. Grim with the call of his hearts desire and begrimed with the turf to which he had been hurled in the long battle for supremacy, this year so deeply dear to old Nassau, the big captain stood, easily, coolly, summoninS his every faculty for the beautiful play the great orange smeared stands awaited in the hush that is only felt when thousands are silent.
 Thrice his panting forwards, grind ing steadily and swiftly, had opened the door of victory to the great drop kicker, and thrice it had been closed in their faces, miserably and weakly. %hn SnH Unkw terlein, the tiger quarter back, made a fair catch, which gave Princeton a chance for a goal from placement, the big leader knew that undying, glory and comparative oblivion hung on, ei- ther side of the scales. ..e.
 Forty-two yards away arose white and clear against the dark background of the quiet and waiting stands the white goal posts of Yale. Vetterlein lay prone upon the ground, holding the leather for his captain to sight, while the big Yale forwards, ten yards away, were swinging their arms and digging their cleated shoes into the turf in readiness for the spring.
 There were less than two minutes left to play, and the seconds dragged
 
 forward and kicked. The Yale men shot from the crouch into the air, their arms extended, but the ball sailed on serenely far over their heads, spinning lazily on its shorter axis.
 Not breath of wind turned it, and so long and so high was the kick that the Yale team had time to turn in it's tracks and see the oval sail cleanly and truly over the crossbars and be- tween the posts.
 Then that happened which makes mems hearts beat quick with the joy of living and fighting. The entire Princeton team beat down upon their captain and hugged him where he stood, the big, rugged men who had fought for him and for Old Nassau pressing their checks to his in the ec- stasy of devotion. De. Witt fought them off like so many children and, still the leader, struck them with his fists, exhorting them to their places for the final few seconds of grinding strug- gle.
 Banked in the west stand, tier on tier, stood the men of Old Nassau, many of them members of the class of 1904, which had seemed doomed to go down in college history as the first class that never saw Princeton team humble Yale, and suddenly over this stand shot lightning streak of orange. in the gathering twilight dancing like beaten gold.
 From that moment till the whistle blew-a second or so to Princeton, an age to Yale-the singing tigers forgot the existence of gridiron, of every thing but victory.