The Washington herald., 1912-11-24

noon the crimson crush IIiopPeu
only crossed the Yale line, but cam
manent residence in that locality.
1t was the first Harvard victoi
that famous goal in the last few +
time in two years that either Yale
against the other. 1t was, moreove
began playing football with the
New Haven college, and came
within two points of equaling Har-
wards greatest victory over the
Blue, which was way back yonder
in the long ago.
Yale Goal Line Crossed.
All these things contributed toward
making it an important chapter for fu-
ture generations of Harvard collegians
to study, but what most appealed to the
Harvard imagination was the crossing
OF the Yale goal line R. 7. P. Storer,
alias Bob" of Boston, Mass, the only
man on either team with a three-story
name and the only man, so we are in
formed, on the Harvard team whose
father appears in Who's Who" was
Tue one NlUSt ldI6S lOOl a4ASN NGAACN NAAS
hitherto long untrodden Yale domain to-
day, and if the 1913 edition Of who's
Who" has not gone to press as yet
Roberts sire has a chance to get in
a half column addition to his biography
which will give him real fame.
However, in spite of his voyage into
uncharted waters, it was not Storer who
was the head-liner of the bill, but Charles
f. Brickley, the Massachusetts scoring
g.&ay ffAI
ward into the 1872 championship of the
football world with the broad toe Of his
cIeated shoe. Brickley not only dupli-
Gated Storer's feat of making a touch
down. but he kicked brace Of field
goals.
Yale rather expected a trimming to-
DAY, but Yale had no idea Harvard felt
so mean about 1t 1t figured the Grim
son clan would be content with admin
istering a most genteeI drubbing and not
try to rub 1t in. And yet, in spite OF
Yale's expectations, the sons of Hsr-
ward came to New Haven asking 10 to
for their money and Harvard coaches
were shaking their heads dolefully. 1t
may have been for the purpose of de-
ceiving Yale, but long experience has
taught the Cambridge delegations to ex-
pect nothing in New Haven, SO that they
might not in any event be disappointed.
Perfect Day for Game.
Some 5000 people were massed in the
stadium under a sky as blue as the ex-
preston of a Yale student and sur
rounded byrlarge quantities of The balm
lest atmosphere that was ever en-
balmed in this vicinity at this time Of
the year, The kickoff in the opening
period was hardly cold before Boots"
Brlckley fred a shot which was heard
round Bunker Hill, even though it was
a trIfie high and wild. The Crimson
squad tore into Yale from the prelim-
mary hoist of the leather and carefully
coddled the ball to Yale's SO-yard line.
Bricxley took careful aim through his
cleats, while the Yale rooters maintained
a respectful silence. They had heard
much of the Brickley gunnery and now
they would see what they should see.
The Everett demon turned loose a shot
which barely missed the target, and the
Yale rooters cheered up and sang songs.
The cheers had hardly died away in
the saIved-off hills to the west of the
stands. when sam" FELTON, raised a
tall punt from Harvard's territory, and
a very important incident broke into
the record Immediately thereafter. The
ball was twisting ike a corkscrew punch
as 1t began to settle, and Wheelock, the
little blond quarter back of the Blue
eleven, squatted expectantly, He made
the catch all right enough, folded the
ball to his bosom, and was on his way
when H. Hardwick hit him with ia
pounds of bone, muscle, and name, and
also with a ton of enthusiasm. The ball
popped from Wheelock's grasp as a
peeled onion might elude an over-eager
cook and hit the ground ahead Of him.
The spectators caught flash Of Grim
son sweater and Storer came gathering
through a scattered and perturbed blue
smear. He played the ball like an in
fielder, taking it on the, first bounce at
about the 25-yard line in aIe's territory.
Meets No Opposition.
There was no one between him and the
Yale goal. All he had to DO was to gal
Iop grandiy across the blue line, step
ping high and far as befitted such a !
triumphaI procession, after SO many
years. There was evidence of hysteria |
in the Harvard stand. Naturally enough |
under the circumstances, no Harvard |
man had done this thing which, Storeri
of Boston had just done in nearly a.
dozen years. The Crimson banners |
blazed like small bonfires across the
Crimson front.
After that, Charles Brickiey took
charge Of the calcium light and kept
II playing about himself with all the |
extra switches turned on. We are still |
rushing around in that first period when
we say the Crimson pushed the ball to |
within 80 yards OF the Yale goal, and
Brickley cracked a 3-point kick through
he Blue posts, reducing the chorus in
the Yale stands to an indistinct humble. |
Just as soon as it could be done with |
,ropriety in the second hall Capt Wen
dell. of Harvard, nastened through the |
YaIe line by dint Of much bucking and
olunging to point which again put !
Brickley in close communion with the
Yale posts, which is 70 say the S5-yard
inc. but for some unaccountable reason |
Boots again missed his mark. He
made up for this error little later /
when Flynn fumbled a punt which was
recovered by Harvard on Yale,s ls-yard
Inc. On the next play the ball was
handed 10 Brici1ey WA skirted Yale s
eft end with the throttle omen. carving