The Washington herald., 1915-11-07

But il was grand
At Ais as the snake dancers are still
enjoying their weird rites up and down
the field, and the 5000 persons who saw
the game are filing out. we hear every
body saying Harvard has the best team.
1t is the best team as team-as a ma
chine-and it WAS the best Mahan, too.
As Mahan does. so will Harvard do,
remarked Big Bill Edwards in his writ
ings this morning. and as Mahan always
did considerable this afternoon. Harvard
had to keep right on her toes to make
good Big Bills prediction.
Turn Clock Back.
And now we must turn the clock back
10 an early hour of the morning. and let
it tick away for some moments through
matters more or less extraneous. There
are words to be said. Come hither. words.
and lend your presence to a column or so.
The words responding to our call seem
scarcely equal to the task imposed upon
them. Some are lame, and some are halt,
and others are blind. while they are all
aged and decrepit. The wear and tear of
many a football game is telling upon
them. Our ancient friends, blaze OF, for
Instance. are practically all in. ''Teeming
thousands can barely answer roll call
'Fluttering pennons" are down and out
No one carries pennons to fiutter around
these big league football games any
more, anyhow. But this thing must be
lone. out of a morning that slipped
across the Jersey marshes cool and blue
broke a brilliant sun. which spattered the
white spires of Princeton with silver
light. The long reaches OF fat land
we're FURNISHED to a rich gold by the buff
Ter of autumn Here and there the sun
shine sparkled on some tiny stream wind
ing its way like a platinum streak across
brownish base.
1t sounds like a scene from Tiffany's,
but that's the way it looked. How do
we know? A poet told us so.
Poet Full of GIories.
poet came to our room at some
unholy hour, and besought us to arise
and behold the glittering glories of
the morn. He was a Princeton man
before he fell to a poets debased
estate. He had stayed up all night to
give the Elittering glories of the morn
cock-eyed inspection. and he was
tuIl of glories-and everything.
Then he spoke of the dining room.
and of hot cakes, and of the ravenOus
multitude that was descending upon
same.
$50 a m.-The poet was dead right
Ibout the glories, and also about the
rot cakes. Both are great.
10 a. m.-The first of numerous spe-
.iaIs from New York over the Penn
'ylvania has arrived.
1910 a. m.-Venders and Harvard
men have made their appearance in
Nassau street.
lO:ll a. m.-Two Princeton men who
got up unaccountably early. nave APP
oeared in the street. and are cycling
he Harvard people malvolently.
1915 a. m.-More pretty girls ar
lived. But it is time to snatch hasty
mack. and be up and away to the scene
IF action.
a Classy Crowd.
1880 a. m.-Here we go to the foot
ball arbor. or asylum, picking our way
through ordinarily placid streets now
:hronged with motor cars, pedestrians,
vendors, girls. newspaper men. tele-
graph operators. and what not The
That-nots are the young collegians
Who are trying to incite Charlie Chap
ms on their upper lip.
u noon-We arrive. We are present
n Palmer Stadium, which is large. COM
modulus and has a southern exposure, eX-
posed to all the winds that blow. The
ield is lovely green. The sky is a tur-
quoise blue. Oh you words
p. m.-Things are now stirring in the
stadium. People are arriving in large
numbers. The Princeton student body
and their band enter the stadium singing
their battle glees and uttering the strange
cries curious to their sect
las p. m.-There is a Iull, and the en-
tire Harvard squad appears, followed by
the trainers, rubbers, doctors litter
bearers, cooks, ammunition carriers and
nurses. The Princeton squad comes in
Just as big. and twice as healthy There
is more cheering of an organized nature,
and then the teams stretch out in long
skirmish lines. A nifty looking gent in
a white shirt and knickerbockers raised
his hand, and in the next second all is
confusion.
Harvard Not Numbered.
2:O2 p. NIT should be said here that
the Princeton players wear numbers on
their backs The Harvard men cannot
be identified, but it is known that one
guys name is Mahan. He looks 1t, and
he is commencing to act 1t.
2:10 p. m-That Mahan fellow got I'D
to within forty yards Of Princeton's goal
and cut one loose from his nigh foreleg
at Princeton's posts, but missed by the
thickness of a blond hair.
2:15 p. MAN eighteen-yard forward