The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1907-11-24
YALE, II; HARVARD, o.

BOSTON, Mass. Nov. pa greater
crowd never witnessed a football game
than that which saw Harvard 90 down
TO defeat before the giant team from
Yale
Fully 1000 persons covered the great
stone stadium like the shadow Of a
cloud. Save for the aisles, there was
not vacant space in sight
The Crimson players, in a rage Of bit
terness over recent adversities, fought
Ike madmen. Time after time they
swept Yale back with the savage energy
Of their attacks. Their unexpected dis
play of fire and force was a surprise
10 the crowd. although the Yale team
was prepared for it.
Game Won On Merit
There were great holes in Harvard's
playing. however, and glazing mistakes
which Yale never failed TO take ad-
vantage of. Where three or four Har-
ward men would fail to fall on the ball,
one Yale man would get among them
and nip It every time.
1t must be said, however, that Har-
ward did not lose the game through
these mistakes, Yale won on her merits.
In the latter part Of the second half
Harvard had the ball one inch from
Yalc's goal True 10 her old 'last
ditch" traditions, Yale held fast and
true and with that last desperate rush
the hopes of Harvard vanished. Yale
got the bail on that third down, made
one play, gained a few yards, and then
the whistle blew and the game was
over.
1t was a heart-breakeT for Harvard.
The sensation happened in this wise:
WendePs Great Run.
With the bail in Harvard's possess
sion on Yales 30-yard line. the Grim
son sprang into place. Her men were
tired and bloody; their uniforms were
ripped and slashed and muddy. The
Yale team. silent and alert. crouched,
Yale fashion. TO meet the attack.
1t came like a thunderbolt. Back
went the ball to little NewhaH. the
quarterback. The lines swung and
smashed together. There was a rasp-
ing of shoulder against shoulder, a jun
bic Of men. and then out of it came
black-haired Wendell. the burly Har-
ward back. circling Yale's left end like
a greyhound.
CooDev launched himself through the
air like a catapult, barely missing Wen
dells flying legs. Dunbar half turned
him with a futile grab as he passed.
Jones. Eale's left end. and all the Blue
backs We're in his front Jones was
bOwled OF by Mcdonald. The Harvard
interference converged rapidly, and the
Yale backs could not set through It
Yale Holds On One-Inch Line.
Down near the goal post big Coy,
coming across the field like the wind.
made a flying tackle. and the plucky
Harvard man came q crOpper, i've yards
from YaIe's goal. Then came the three
plunges against the Yale wall and
the ball on downs. The gloom on the
Harvard side OF the stadium could have
been cut with a knife
Altogether, 1t was "a great game and
reflects no discredit on Harvard.
Tonight Harvard men are celebrating
as though they had won a victory. They
figure that with their team outweighed
nine rounds TO the man and on the
strength of the earlier GhOWings Of tier
rival and the threatened slaughter by
the Blue Harvard did very we'll
Yale men VINO had hoped for a run
away victory are giving Harvard all
credit for a plucky tight, though adj
hitting that the Yale team today was
much weaker thar that which faced
Princeton a week ago, due largely to
the batteriug received then by Coy and
Tao Jones' neither OF whom starred To-
day as a week ago.
Coy Scores Both Touehdowns.
Wendell was easily the star for Har-
yard his hard runs around Yales left
end being the spectacular feature Of