Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1916-11-26
BY n. c. HAMILTON
UNITED Press Staff Correspondent

UNITED PresS STAN CorreSponoent)
New Haven, Conn. Nov. 25.-Up-
wards of 10000 persons. shivering I'M
der the frgid blasts of q north wind,
heated by the fever of a raging foot
ball conflict, wildly excited by % fight
ing, plunging players, saw Yale tri
umph over Harvard this afternoon in
the Yale bowl. to 3. 1t was the first
Yale victory in nine years aud was
won before the greatest football crowd
N history.
Jack Neville, youthful half back,
brought glory to Yale and fame to
himself when he crashed through the
Harvard line in the second period of
play for the only touchdown Yale has
manipulated in those nine barren years.
Horween negotiated a goal from the
field by a drop kick in the first period
for the crimson's three points.
HARVARD SAW VICTORY.
Fighting with the cheers of the great
crowd ringing in their ears. Harvard
first saw victory within reach and
then mourned as it faded and sank
with the setting sun that went down on
waving panorama of thousands of
Yale blue pennants.
Harvard's section raved and cheered
but it was useless. Borne up first by
the massive shoulder of Captain Black
and then by the charging rushes of
Right Guard Gait, the Yale backs
fought and pushed their way down the
field.
Cheers could not stop the rush of the
blue-clad men. 1t required something
else and this year it was not in the
Haughton coaching system. After the
game was over and Captain Black
had snatched from the torn and
trampled field the grimy football that
had been carried through the fight, the
thousands of Yale students and grad
yates vaulted the barriers, ducked
through the exits and tried every other
means to get on the field. Once there,
they grabbed Black, Legore, Laroche
and every Yale man they could find
and elevated them to their shoulders.
CHEERING THRoNG PARADEs.
Cheering, singing and shouting, some
of them weeping, they paraded the field
with the Yale heroes, grimy, breath
less, bleeding, perched on the should
ers of the throng. Winding around the
field inside the great enclosure, led by
band and white bull dog, they
marched into the long shadows cast
by the Harvard goal posts. and there
went through the motions of the weird
est and happiest dance New Haven has
witnessed in years.
To make the dance of victory more
complete. tbs motley crowd of rich
mems sons, poor mems sons and just
common every day football fans. be-
gan to light up the fast coming twilight
with flares from Roman candles. Two
Yale cheer leaders climbed astride the
conquered goal posts standards and
sitting there, burned red fire as they
sang and led their cheers.
CROWD SEES CELEBRATION.
The massive crowd, although the
game was over, sat still and smiled as
they watched. They were witnessing
Yale's celebration-the celebration of a
victory over an enemy as old as foot
ball in the United States and a victory
which counts as victories haven't
counted at Yale for years.
But as the Yale blue marked time to
gladstone songs, eleven young men,
just as grimy and just as determined,
silently turned their crimson backs to
the field of defeat and walked off. No
one noticed them. Few knew that as
they marched away a 155-pound
half back-Eddie CaSey-broke Sob
bling from his teammates and discon-
solately made his way to his dressing
room alone.
STONEWALL RESISTANCE.
There were times when Yale, ap-
preaching close to the chalk line that
marked Harvard's goal line. strained
and drove only to meet with a stone
wall resistance. Once in the third
period, coming down the field and in
tercepting a forward pass, the blue
warriors held the ball on the Harvard