New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1912-12-01
PICKED UP ON SIDE LINES
Nays Turkey Trot Yell Proves
Innovation of Big Game.

The turkey trot" song-yell-if one
might coin name for twas decided
innovation in the Nays list of cheers
Yesterday. 1t was so novel that the NOV
ing picture men raced across the field to
record it on their films. And while the
band played. Were Coin to Win. We're
Coin 10 Win, We're Coin to Beat the
Army" the future admirals swayed from
side TO side to the music. waving their
ever-present yellow banners. The music
and the motion were caught up by the
crowd and soon even the staid captains
in mutt were dom it.
West Point came in for one of the
breaks in the luck yesterday-the wind
was somewhat tempered to the bare
headed cadets, else there would be colds
in the head aplenty at, the Military
Academy tomorrow. AS il was, they
stood with their hats off during most OF
the cheering, with the wind blowing down
the backs Of their necks. On the moro
sheltered side Of the field the middies
wore their caps most of the time.
1t may be that the Secretary OF the
look the INSTRUMENTATION of his cadets.
melted by goals from the field and a VIC
tory. Then, again, there may not be
punishment in the code for hitting a
''top-side" official with lemon. When
Brown kicked that first goal, lemons
rained down upon the field, both out and
inside the fence, and the powers that
be" had busy few minutes lodging the
yellow fruit Those powers" took the
affair in good part, however, and there
isn't any great danger Of the adiutant
reading out special orders" al the Naval
Academy tomorrow.
The Marine Band, that accompanied the
middies, was put to utter rout by the bat
talon Of cadets from West Point early in
the afternoon. When they came on tho
field the cadets, in making a drill evolu-
ton in company front, swung past the
improvised stand of the musicians. 1t
was case of every man for himself as
the Marines scurried away to safety.
carrying their instruments far from the
| trampling feet of the oncoming long gray
line"
The fond hopes Of one girl and q mid
shipman were rudely shattered by the
iron hand Of discipline that obtained even
at Franklin Field Her seat was beside
the rail that separated the cadets from
the cts" and he had planned to sit be-
side her throughout the game. She stood
| up and waved TO him and beckoned but
stern cadet officer sent him to the other
side Of the stand. He sighed and shook
his head while she stamped her pretty
foot and confded that that man with
the buzzard" on his sleeve had just
spoiled the whole day for her
While the cheering on the Army side
was all that it should be. 1t lacked the
vigor Of the Nays yels The finish OF
these was more like the climax Of set
piece Of fireworks than anything else in
the world. with the short, sharp, almost
sputtery, cheering. accompanied by the
wig-wagsy waving Of the yellow banners
The spectators that went down In the
trains from New York to Philadelphia in
the morning did not do land ONCE bust
ness in disposing OF their tickets for the
game. They had plenty of pasteboards
and sliding scale OF prices that ranged
from S. TO $40, but there was little de-
mand They piled their trade ostensiby
as sellers Of banners and buttons.
The Philadelphia police-and there were
more than FIVE hundred OF them-handed
| the crowd in a way that left no room for
complaint But then. the crowd was just
big, good natured multitude OF thirty
| thousand odd men and women, and the