The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1908-12-14
HOW HARVARD
DEFEATED YALE
Description of Famous Game
by Former Resident of
Honolulu.
Especial to tbe Advertiser.)

NEW HAVEN, November 21-Ar
azure sky, arching like an infinite bub
bic, unlocked by a single cloud, greet
ed the jewellers of New Haven today
like an omen of success But tonight
the sun is setting in blaze of crimson
as red as the colors that run riot in the
streets Of the Getty of Elms'' and
have even invaded the somber precincts
of the, Yale quadrangle. For Harvard
has at last come to her own, not in a
triumph over a mediocre Yale eleven
but with green team the Crimson has
crushed and defeated one of the great.
est aggregations of stars that Yale
ever put upon the gridiron. Four points
to nothing was the score, but the figures
fall far short of expressing the super
iority of the Crimson over the Blue.
The struggle was terrific, but it was
waged on the one hand with unerring
headwork and generalship, driving a
machine that worked with precision
and smoothness; ON the other by boy
ish giant with light, curly hair, sur
rounded by ten other men, football
stars all, but lacking that cohesion and
team play that makes a championship
eleven.
The mighty Coy pulled the Yale
standard out of the fire last Saturday
at Princeton by scoring twice in the
final twelve minutes of the game. To-
day the Eli stands prayed that he
might repeat the performance. But
Princeton was far different team from
Harvard. Today Yale field saw hap
penings new to Harvard football ira
dition. For the past three years the
Crimson has opened the game with a
rush. Today Yale began the game with
thrilling plunges straight for the Har
ward goal. A sudden panic possessed
the Harvard stands. Had the team
gone stale? The Yale cohorts shrieked
with joy. It was rout for Harvard,
the Princeton rally was still on. Yale
had taken the ball from Harvard on a
penalty, and now holding set the Blue
back. On they came, five, seven, six
yards at rush, but always Coy with
the ball. The other backs could barely
gain yard or two. Then the gains
shortened. The curly headed fullback
was firing and the Harvard line had
found itself. On the fifteen yard line,
where the shadow of the Crimson goal
cast an ominous bar upon the turf Har-
ward held three times, and the ball was
hers. That was the first of the three
great moments of the game. Harvard
had held the Ell team when a score
seemed imminent, the great Coy had
been proved but human. That moment
Yale's doom, though hardly a
player, coach or spectator would have
said so then.
With the ball in her possession Har
ward soon gave her stands something
to shout for. With perfect interfer-
ence, Yer Wiebe, just tried out as a
fullback a bare three weeks ago, skirt
I'd Brides tackle position for gain
after gain. The statisticians credit
aim with an average of FIVE or six yards |
Tor every play he made, at least half
dozen were hair-raising dashes of |
eighteen or twenty yards, some of |
which were lost through penalties. |
twice the Yale goal was threatened and |
vice penalties drove with Yale's
,ick) the Crimson line back into their |
lalf of the field White and Corbett |
we're doing their share of ground gain
ng through the holes that the line
pened. For once Yale was on the de-
ensive, and it was a desperate de-
ence. 1t was sweet music to Harvard
zen to hear the agonized cry of Hold
hem,' chanted in unison by the Blue
lands across the field. So often it was
he other way. The ball was on the
wenty-one yard line, Yer Wiebe crash
Il through for six yards. It was
Whites turn next, but the Yale center,
or once, broke through and downed
utler for no gain before he could pass
ne ball. 1t was third, between four
nd five to go. The chance was more
han even that Yer Wiebe could make
ne distance. But time was short and
failure meant no score for that half.
efore the great throng had grasped
ne situation 1.-THE young man, who
ad Just been called to the sidelines by
zach Haughton, ran upon the field and
INT Yer Wiebe, protesting, to the
ench The Harvard stands looked on
amazement. The best ground gamer
ad been taken out. A moment later
lie question was answered. Cool as the
roverbial cucumber. with perfect pro
'ction, Kennard, the substitute, drop
ed the ball to the ground, swung at it
18th his left foot, and then watched
: it sailed in a perfect curve over the
ale goal.
It was fully half minute before the Il