The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-11-22

WaS rent Wlln another loud yell as 1die
 appeared The Yale braves looked just as big just as bulky as Harvard.
 Man for man, the teams 1oomed giant like on the chalk-marked field. The big
 gest man of all was Fish, the Crimson
 right tackle and field captain. Six feet
 three he stood, a 200-pound mass of bone and muscle. Harvard relied much on Fish and the big fellow did not fail. A coin was Tipped and Harvard won. Burr
 took the south goal with the sun and
 light wind at his back. So Yale kicked off. Hobbs sent the ball spinning down
 the field and Corbett caught it and dashed
 back 10 yards. A fake kick was tried
 and then Cutler punted to midfield. liar
 yards bunting was the one weak point of
 her play When Yale got the ball it was
 at once seen that Eli planned to rush
 matters with Coy as the human batter
 ing ram. Coy and Philbin smashed their
 way down the field to Haryards 20-yard
 line, where Yale was put back 20 yards
 for holding. Overeagerness both here and
 through the remainder of the game cost
 both teams many yards in penalties.
 Right after that Coy sped around the
 end for a 10-yard dash Corey, Yales quarter, son of the steel trust president,
 here failed miserably on an on-side kick.
 The ball was blocked by Fish. Harvard, her men eager as hounds, tried to ad- vance, but were forced to punt. Yale, again using Coy, Wheaton and Phiibin, went smashing the field. Touch down!' shouted the Yale fans. Smash,
 bang through Harvards center and
 tackles went the Yale plungers until the
 ball was on Harvards 15-yard line. Then Fish called on his men and they held
 like stone wall.
 , It was so throughout the game. Corbett at once electrified the stands by a 25-yard run, which eventually led
 up to Harvard's s chance for field goal. Off-side play by Yale was another factor. When Kennard replaced Verweibe Yale wondered The wonderment did not last long, as it changed to a blue funk, for the former Groton star, so soon as the team had lined up, dropped a pretty field goal.
 The play was so fast that for a moment
 no one realized it's significance. Then Harvard woke up. There was a whooping yell, sound that rent the air. Twas crimson, crimson everywhere, and not a tint of blue. Even the sky went red. Some say 1t was approaching sunset, but your Cambridge youth will tell you it
 was the reflection from the crimson The Yale boys were dazed for a moment
 Then the blue fellows woke up in angry fashion. Just 20 minutes of playing time had elapsed and Harvard had gained vast ly In confidence.
 Chuck full of confidence, Harvard start ed a steady advance. It seems as if the line of blue was crumbling, but it was up to Kennard to punt finally and Coy caught the ball on Crimson's 45-yard line. A quarterback kick was blocked and the half ended with the ball in Harvard 8 possession on her own 35-yard line. Score end of first half: Harvard 4, Yale 0. The strong feature of the first half was Edwards abilit yto make first downs by rushing tactics. Her team showed up was Harvard's ability to make first downs working with fire and vim and with all the solidarity of a weI-oiled machine. Harvard rushed fl times for a total of 102 yards. Yale resisted 119 times for a total of 59 yards. Yale won in the punt ing contest by 75 yards to Harvard's 6O. Between the halves Head Coach Bige- low of Yale and some 20 old-time stars | exhorted the Yale team to go out and win. Bill Campbell, Bill Riddle, Head | Coach Haughton and bunch of Harvard | coaches did the same to the Red team. In | the stands they were also busy, gleeful as | kittens. The Harvard hosts were singing Raise the Crimson ensign to the place 1t 1 held of yore, ssi- es In the loyal spirit that shall live forever more.
 | The sun will set in Crimson as the sun has set before,
 l For this is Harvards day"
 And in the Yale stands the cheering and singing section came back with: Harvard has blue stocking girls; Yale has blue stocking men;
 I>We have done fair Harvard up before, IF We will do her up again.
 And although the Harvard team may
 try what they can do,
 They can never on their tintype beat the
 grand old Blue"
 Harvard kicked off with Yale now de-
 lending the south goal. Instantly Philbin
 tore his way down the gridiron for g. smashing 40-yard run through broken field. He was thrown heavily at midaeld by Fish, who reached out with one long arm from behind Both run and tackle were applauded. Yale seemed at last to
 be getting into her stride and the pre- diction of a touchdown was heard on every side. It failed to materiaiize, for precisely the same reason as in the first
 half. Harvard's line could hold and
 hold nightly when Yale needed yards for a first down.
 Slap, bang went the men in blue, but the red giants got the ball on down on
 
 the duel between Goebel and Dunlap, the Yale left, ended in afvor of the former.
 Yale's line averaged 190 pounds, or two pounds more than that of the Crimson.
 1t was almost an even break Riddle appeared to have the best of Nourse at center, but otherwise the battle waged
 evenly. While the mighty Fish broke through and tackled in masterly fashion,
 his opponent, Hobbs, retrieved himself by
 his aggressive attacks. Brides and Mckay
 fought each other like tigers and to
 draw. Both sets were fleet of foot and
 deadly tacklers. Cutler outclassed both
 Corey and Johnson at quarterback. Corey
 was relieved by Johnson shortly after the
 beginning of the second half. The rest
 of the back field of Harvard were
 classy bunch. Corbett, White and Ken
 nard ran well and backed up their line in good shape.
 Verweibe was best on line bucking. Coy was head and shoulders better than any man in the Harvard back field. His punts were strong and his line smashing destructive. But liar yard had solved his attack and the whole team was on him like a pack of wolves every time he got the ball. | He ran so strongly, however that he 1 injured three of Harvards best men. Once when he was fercely tackled by | Fish, the Crimson field captain was resumed play and finished the game. | Coy's greatest fault was shown to- ward the end of the second half wh hen | t. I-4 l. |