New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-11-19

points. this time from beyond the 40
yard mark. But again the blue jerseys
swarmed down upon him, this time even
more swiftly. They surged through the
| line so that it seemed that half dozen
Of them blocked the kick at once. lie
Gore scooped up the ball and ran it
down to the Princeton 33-yard line.
Before the game it was figured that
Princeton had the vastly stronger de-
fence, but with those young Bulldogs
aroused and propelled by sheer force
of the grit of the head Bulldog, Black.
the Princeton line at times seemed made
of Black and Orange paper. Against
Jerseys Of any other hue the Prince
ton line had seemed stone breast
works when Tibbott got ready to try
a drop-kick.
Line Fails Twice
But that line failed him twice in the
pinch in the one period. II was ripped
and ploughed through by fighting wild
men in blue Jerseys. And the maddest
and the most pugnacious OF these was
Captain Black, favored heir of all the
traditions of Old Eli.
That was the last gun Of Princeton
extensively, and II was flzzle. Only
once again were there signs of life IN
the Orange and Black lineup. That
was in the last few minutes OF play.
when the Princeton team in the death
agony. with their goal line crossed for
the first time and the game thrown
away, started a brilliant series OF for
ward passes, working the ball straight
But il ended with a fzzle. On the
last attempt briggs fumbled. tie quick,
ly scooped up the ball and was tackled
hard by three Yale men, who dragged
him back toward his own goal line Tor
fifteen yards just as the whistle blew.
This last picture epitomized Prince
tons play. .
the game. The. blue jerseys were
syarming over the wavering orange
and black. swarming straight TO the
seat of trouble, right after the ball
They swarmed the more fercely when
there was the slightest prospect OF
Princeton writing out Of the slough
of mental and physical depression into
which il had wallowed.
For me one of the greatest thrills
came when Captain Black intercepted
a forward pass and, with most of the
Princeton team tackling him some
70 the Princeton goal line.
The huge Black seemed more than
one man. He was a whole procession,
an entire pageant. He was all OF the
Yale fighting heroes OF the past
merged into one gigantic human bulk
that shook off opposition and plunged
ahead straight to the mark. He was
the Bulldog.
Utter Reversal OF Form
As one who predicted that Princeton
would win, might advance the abb
that the Tigers played such afro
cioIsly bad football that no one could
be expected to compute or figure upon
such utter reversal OF form. But |
will not.
Yale won that game clearly because
they felt that they could win and be-
cause the Bulldog spirit Is no myth.
They outplayed. outfought and out
garied team that was their superior
on the figures.
Fxpertly the game was nothing to
see. Percy Haughton, OF Harvard,
might have got laugh out OF 1t
as n burlesque football exhibition. But
Pee Dee was otherwise occupied. The
score-Brown, 2I Harvard, 0-took all
of the JOY out of the afternoon as Tar
as Pee Dee was concerned.
Dramatically it was one OF the most
gorgeous fall afternoons that ever
smiled on Jersey. But it merged into
one Of the gloomiest black and or
ange dusks that ever fell over the
STADIUM.