New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-11-12
Princeton Tigers Go
Down to Defeat by
Score of 3 to 0
By W. o. MCCLELLAN.

Princeton by tho narrow margin Of
TO 0 on Soldiers Field this afternoon.
A drop kick from the 25-yard line, shot
just foot inside the goal by Hor-
ween, won for the Crimson. The feat
was witnessed by something like $4,000
persons.
This comes pretty close TO telling the
entire story of the first Crucial drive"
in Eastern football. Harvard out
played Princeton, but not to the extent
of its full power.
The thrill Of the afternoon was en-
tirely illegitimate.
IL came when Eddie Casey, the same
Casey who is the hero of that unofficial
Harvard chant, Casey carries the ball"
fumbled. and fumbled dsastrously.
Starting a drive at tackle on Prince
tons 2S-ysrd line, and with a touch
down in sight, Casey, the mighty Casey,
fumbled.
Scoops Up Ball
It was Brown, the substitute back of
Princeton. who recovered the ball,
scooping it up with the efficiency OF a
well trained shortstop. Brown started
on the run TO the Harvard goal line.
There was nothing between him and
the six points necessary to make the
Haughton System look sick for an af-
ternoon but lot of chalk lines.
Right here there was chance for
the favorite fiction story, the yarn Of
the substitute who went in at the crit
ical stage and won the game and the
girl, coming true. If it had been one
of the regular backs, say, Moore, car
rying that ball the score at the top
would read Princeton. 8; Harvard, 8.
But 1t was not Moore, it was Brown
not the immortal Brown of Harvard
but Brown of Princeton-a substitute.
with chance to put over the surprise
| and shock of the year. Perhaps Brown
felt the weight Of his responsibilities
to fiction as he headed for the Har-
ward goal line, for his feet seemed to
lag and he appeared oppressed by q
burden.
BY Browns side ran one of his team
mates. For the twenty yards they pro-
crossed toward a victory. The Harvard
section was mute from terror. The
Orange and Black cohorts were mute
with amazement. A miracle was about
to be enacted upon the gridiron.
But behind the laboring legs in the
orange and black stockings a pair OF
red legs were tearing into the turf.
They carried Harte, the feet Harvard
end. The Princeton man running with
Brown was looking for trouble ahead.
He did not realize that it was coming
from behind until too late.
The red legs advanced an eager body
to within a yard of the two men in the
dark jerseys. Just as Browns interfer-
ence turned to head him off Harte
hurled himself forward and with des-
perate clutch brought Browns knees to-
gether.
Spilled with Thud
The chance of the substitute to vindi-
cate fiction and to make fact liar
ended right there. Brown was spilled
to the earth with thud that could be
heard all through the silent stadium.
Harte had saved the game from Prince
ton. With that flying, wildcat leap he
handed fiction q jolt when it seemed
that fiction was surely getting away
with something.
The romance Of the substitute was
ended by matter-of-fact end, who
was trained under the Haughton sys-
TEN 10 get down on the ball and to
watch out for fumbles. He carried
out the teachings of the system with
spectacular precision. Fiction was
tackled and thrown for loss. The
substitute came close to carrying out
the melodrama, but not close enough.
Only in the movies do they do It.
After that the game naturally faded
into an anti-climax as far as the $4,000
spectators were concerned. The re-
mainder of the proceedings was of in
terest only 10 the corps OF experts.
Never again did the Orange and Black
legs advance to within anything like
a threatening distance Of the Redlegs'
goal line.
Harte wrenched his knee in that
wild dive for the substitute and had
TO leave the game Immediately after.
But what was wrenched knee when
the game of which Harvard had been
so confident was at stalker
The heroes tonight then are Hor-
ween, who kicked the field goal, and
Harte, who saved the Crimson colors
from being trailed in a considerable
amount of dust. And the greater OF
these is Harte.
The scoring OF the three points which
decided the game was not particularly
dramatic. One bad punt by briggs,
who is normally the greatest punter
in the East, started the trouble. A
kick that took bad twist as II left
the usually unerring foot OF briggs
sent the ball offside on Princeton's AZ
var line
Then the Haughton machine for the
first time in the afternoon began to
look like the tank" that crushed Cor
nell at Soldiers Field two weeks
ago. Horween plunged. Then Casey
sauirmed and wriggled through the
Orange and Black line. Between them
these two carried the ball 70 Prince
tons l8-yari line.
Casey Gets Yard
There the Princeton line seemed 70
dig in. Horween made two plunges
without much advantage. The elusive
Casey squirmed through for bare
yard, with most Of the Princeton line
piled upon his back. 1t seemed that the
tradition that Princeton's goal line
could not be crossed this year was 70
be upheld. Another Intellectual drive
would give the ball 10 Princeton, and
briggs would punt it out OF danger.
Horween drew back for q try at the
field goal. and the Orange and Black
line for the moment seemed disconcert-
ed. The ball took a bad bound, and il