The Washington herald., 1912-11-24

the bali over for touchdown and kick
! ing another goal
BrIclxIcy Intercepts Pass.
Still later in the third period Brickley
| intercepted a Yale forward pass, and
picked his way gracefully through the
| entire Yale team, amid the Wild and
anguished shouts Of all the Yale root
! ers, for a total distance Of IS yards, to
Yale's 22-yard line.
Hardwick assisted with another yard
| through the Yale line Brickley once
more booted a field goal for Harvard's
| final score.
| Yale rushed up the reserves during
| the last half, and even called on Harold
Pumpeily. the Oswego boy, whose drop
kick from the fifty-yard line in the
closing moments Of play at Princeton
week ago gave Yale its chance to enter
! for the championship.
In the last period. and with only a
few more minutes left of play. Yale got
! the ball on Haryard's ten-yard line by
a consistent battering at the Harvard
front, but was held for downs. Yale
could have easily scored a field goal at
that time, but Yale wanted the small
sensation of a touchdown, IL 1T got
anything. However, with but minute
to go, they decided that they might as
well fill in the gaunt appearance of
their side Of the score board with three
points, and Pumpelly had fallen back
on the thirty fve-yard line for a try.
when the white shirt Of an official ap-
peared among the massed players, and
the game was over.
Thereupon the Harvard host began
jubilating. They fell out Of the stand in
Jumps and clusters and reformed on the
field. They did a series of snake dances,
but these seemed Inadequate to express
their emotion, so they gathered beneath
the Yale goal and began throwing hats
and caps across that mute barrier which
has so often been the despair of the
Crimson band. A large quantity of
field before the earnest rooters ceased
their bombardment They also burned
incense under the goal, but that seemed
to be a theft of the Yale rooters' stuff
The latter were entitled to display their
incense. After this the Harvard rooters
marched over In front Of the Yale stands,
where sat some thousands of Yale root
ers sad and silent and marveling that
such things could be.
Cheer Yale Rooters.
Looking their old-time rivals full in the
eye, the Harvard delegation chanted their
war cries and emitted song and some
sLSdShl IIiey put III Yell or two for
Yale, and Yale responded feebly with a
yell for Harvard. But one could see that
Yale wished to be left alone with her
sorrow.
The best team in the East won to-day.
We state this without compunctIon. It
has been the best team since the start
of the season. II has one Of the great
stars Of all time In Charles E. Brickley.
Of Everett, Mass, and there was no time
to-day that Yale stood a chance to win.
The Blue had no attack and mighty
little defense. There was no department
of the game IN which It compared with
Harvard-broad assertion, but to the
victor belongs the spoil
In the last few minutes of play the
Harvard coaches rushed a whole horde
Of subs into the game. 1t seemed to be
raining Crimson sweaters from the press
stand and whole flock of coveted let.
tiers were dealt out in one mess by the
liberal hand of p. Haughton, esquire,
who will probably lay him down to sweet I
and satisfying slumber this evening, In
which case he established himself as
eccentric and unlike anybody else from,
Boston who remains in New Haven at a
very late hour.
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