New-York tribune., 1913-11-23
CROWD ENCULFS 4
CAMBRIDGE town
Miles of Autos and Car,
Packed to the Doors
Disgorge a Host.
SPLENDID HANDLING
OF HORDE ON FIELD
Governor Glynn and Princeton
Team Watch Game-Ticket
Spectators Baffled.
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Spectators Baffled.
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Cambridge, Nov. 22-Autos. bv N.
million 1t seemed, swept in a never-e,a.
ing stream from all points of the com.
pass toward Soldiers Field and footbau
! The Charles River road and the Met.
, ropolitan Parkway system were chok.s
: with an impossible horde Of cars OF all
/ colors and descriptions There wer.
! touring cars in focks. limousines 4,
/ shoals and high powered roadsters IN
! drOves.
None Of the machines from the north
was allowed to cross the Boylston
/ street bridge. while those from the south
/ and west were held up a block from tbs
| field. The gay throng that disem.
! barked from this vast feet OF cars was
! Joyous while the myriad colors OF ths
/ rainbow shone forth, Of course with tha
/ Crimson of Harvard and the Blue Of
Yale predominating.
| For a mile the cars were parked along
! the Charles River road on the Cam.
, bridge side. while almost half OF
: Soldiers Field behind the stadium and
| every vacant piece OF ground were
| jammed. These automobiles represented
a collective outlay by their owners OF a.
least slO.OO0,OOO.
After walking ten minutes and land.
| ing back in the same place, unex.
pectedly be it said, this comforting sign
greeted a dweller of Staten Island:
You Don't Know Beans Until You
! Come TO Boston"
Maybe" was the reflection. with Jus,
| a lingering doubt.
The man who hugged a ticket ruled
the word-anyway the football world.
Speaking of tickets, one bold youth
who didn't care what happened TO him
murmured in the lobby of one OF the
hotels: who wants a ticket for the
game?" As he was crushed against the
wall in a smothering rush a pompous
Cresus. with A red necktie and a vul.
ed: Give me nine" Sure" came the
answer, They're good in 1915"
Some persons actually got of the
subway trains before reaching Harvard
Square. The cheerful idiot still lives.
Boston almost forgot its studied dig
nifty in dressing up in gayest colors.
! Anyway. the shopkeepers were enter.
prising. Every little dime helps
Fred W. Moore. Harvards new
graduate athletic treasurer. bobbed up
serenely after days OF worry in hand.
ling and distributing $1,000 tickets, when
double that number were needed. Some
men just naturally earn fame in a
minute.
Princeton's football team came over
to see the fun. Some of the men just
ached 10 get out on the gridiron. Ed
die Hart and his bride also were on
hand.
Governor Glynn watched the game. A.
least, somebody said ne was there. No
OF $4,000 is not the easiest thing in the
world.
Don't crush my violets." walled
dainty damsel in a crowded subway
car. Plainly she was superstitious.
An hour before the game one OF the
Harvard coaches came out OF the train
ing house with a dozen footballs in
bag, which he carefully emptied on the
Crimson's side OF the field. The reason
for this whole nest OF pigskins was made
apparent a quarter of an hour later, when
the Harvard team came romping on the
gridiron for a little l'mbering up practice.
The balls were taken up, and while his
teammates ran through formations and
scurried back under punts the redoubt-
able Brickley shot ball after ball over the
goal posts. He tried his foot, as II were.
from the 15-yard line, the 20-yard line anu
the 40-yard line. and finally from midnela.
No angle was too difficult for him. anu
when he had finished his bombardmen'
OF the north goal he switched 10 the SCUM
crossbar and showed that the mere geo.
graphical location OF the posts was VI
small moment
Tho subway and trolley stations In Bos'
ton all bore huge signs advising prospect