Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-11-22
by EDWIN j. POLLOCK
StaG Correspondent OF the Evening Public
Ledger

Soldiers Field, Cambridge, Mass.
Nov. 22.-''An ne passe pas" the
slogan of the defenders of France, was
ringing through the ears of the Bulldog
as he looked into the bloodshot eyes of
Johnny Harvard at the kick off of the
football classic here this afternoon.
Yale, beaten twice in this whirlwind
of a gridiron season, is figured as the
under dog in the first post war struggle
with the hosts of Harvard. but the Bull
dog is steeled for the fray, concrete.
ribbed and iron bound for tho tilt of its
life; They shall not pass is tho cry
Harvard, with n tie against Prince
ton, the only mar to its otherwise sue
cessful season, ruled a 1O-S favorite as
the, two teams swung into action at -
o clock; but what cares Yale for odds
Its football fighters are aroused, deter
mined to wipe out the smear of the de-
feats at the hands of Boston College and
Princeton and the Bulldog is frothing at
the mouth.
80, 200 There
A roar went up from 10000 throats
as the referees whistle sounded for the
kick off. 1t was a mighty throug, that
packed the permanent and temporary
stands of the stadium.
1t was an inspiring sight to gaze mt
the vast multitude. The gridiron was
banked on four sides by shricking.
bowling, cheering humanity dressed in
the latest dccrees of fashion. truly riot
of color.
Gray haired men lost their dignity as
their heroes trotted on the field. They
| slapped each other on the back and
| yelled the yclls of their college DAYS.
BeardIess youths shrickcd aud shouted
encouragement to their defenders as only
college undergraduates can, and women
added their high pitched voices to the
general bedlam.
ClOudy-Not Cold
1t seemed that every Yale and every
Harvard man of the past and present
/ was within the gates of the Stadium.
/ and also it seemed that every man had
/ his sweetheart or his wife or his sister
| with him. And it seemed, too, that
| every sweetheart or wife or sister had
/ fur coat. The beasts of the jungle
would have felt nt home with the skins
! of their kin.
The day dawned cloudy. but not cold
! By noon, the sun had not succeeded in
breaking through the Clouds but shortly
before game time, the heavens seemed
! to smile approval. for Old Sol shed his
| rays over the stadium.
1t was an ideal day for football. not
too cold and not too warm. The cold
wave which swept the New England
tatGS the middle of the week has
| passed, but there was no mistaking the
time of the year when gusts of wind
carried chills from the waters of the
| Charles river.
1t was the thirty eighth meeting be-
tween the two great rivals and the edge
in the series belongs to the Blue by Il
wide margin. The Ellis have made con =
! quests in twenty two games. Harvard
has been the victor in only ten. Five
battles have resulted in ties.
Yale had weight on Harvard as the
! two teams lined up today. The Crimsoa
averages ia pounds aud the Blue
! 1856. In tn line from end to end, Yale
has the advantage by three pounds to
! the man, tipping the scales at 1914
pounds average. The Yale backfcld out o.
weighs the Crimson offensive four. IT,
| to 167.