Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-23

BY Mrs. Jacques Futrelle.
mrs. FutreIle formerly was MISS
Peel, Of Atlanta, and is the widow Of
the famous writer who lost his life in
the Titanic disaster.)
II OsTON, MASS, Nov 22.--rt was
Is simply scrumptious. That's It,
truly. And terrifcaIly exciting
-oh, terrifically. And the score was
screaming their heads off. And two
bands were playing, and-well IT was
simply immense. that's all
Oh, yes-Harvard won. Rah! RAM
Rah!
This Yale Harvard melee being my
very first football game, and this story
being my very first newspaper story
l asked newspaper chap / know for
some advice about how to write II. He
SAID; Put all your story into the
first paragraph"
He's crazy. It can't be done. why,
good gracious me, it's all l can do to
crowd 1t into one newspaper. and
that's leaving out all the technical
things which ! know nothing about.
Well, I've done the best I could To-
morrow I'm going to read HIS first
paragraph.
I'm sure the really proper plan for
a beginning would be to pile all the
explosive adjectives in the dictiou-
airy in a heap, thrust in a lighted
match and print the result
Cheered Until VoiceIess.
But even that would give only n
wheezy, Fourth of July, set-piece sort
Of comparison to the seething mad
eyed, rip-snorting exhibition that
Harvard gave OF how to kick goals
and things.
ia be screaming yet II had any
breath left, which | haven't. | ran
out of breath way along in the be-
ginning when Brickley kept booting
the ball over Yales goal first and
the scoreboard showed an extra three
every time ne did it,
The excitement began away back
centuries before in the early afternoon
when We chuE-chugged merrily as
near the new stadium bridge as we
all went, lost a mud guard in the
crush, was yelled at by big police
man, barked at by yellow dog. and
finally spilled out into the hurrying
throng to make our way with the
other million or so football enthusi-
asts to the gate OF Soldiers Field
The day was very properly bright
and fair. and all that sort OF thing.
In fact much too bright and fair,
more like June than November, and
r~'-onal insult to every football
player IN the country who demands
his weather cold and as disagreeable
10 the spectators as possible
The crowd-and great goodness me,
II was some -crowd-was a moving
mass of color; Harvard's crimson
the very new, nice, bright crimson
imported especially for the 1913 game
showing in a corlting contrast Yale's
good old blue.
Outside the gates as far as Har-
ward square In one direction, and clut-
tering up the neighborhood in every
other direction, cars scurried to and
fro bearing the license number of
nearly every State in the Union seek
ing a place wherein to park horn
were shrieking, and pennants fiutter-
ing merrily in the breeze. flouting de-
flance to the enemy
There was little confusion and even
hat little was orderly. There was no
lostling; everybody and everything
was good -natured The street ven
ders crying their wares INDUCED in
their little Joke. Children of assorted
sex and sizes insisted that you
couldn't enjoy the game without the
particular thing they had to sell. And
well, you though so too, which made
) a beautiful arrangement all around.
Couldn't Help Thrilling.
College enthusiasm dubbed until
1t threatened to spill over The in
itiated those who have ben to the
games for years and years thrilled to
The yelling point l know, heard
them say So In fact, heard them
yell. The initiated. like myself, didn't
waste any fine learning how IN Wall
and as for thrilling YOU simply
couldn't help that
You needed only one drop Of red
blood IN your veins to stand on tip
zoe with excitement in such throug