New-York tribune., 1920-11-07

when the whistle blew to end that
period.
Then Princeton called on Clarity,
the plunging back. Once Clarity had
it over the line, but all the brawn of
Harvard hurled itself at him and he
was pressed back. Again Garrity was
sent plungng at the line, and this
time his head and shoulders broke
through that Crimson wall with the
ball across the line. And again Keck
kicked the goal.
Only the oldest inhabitant could re-
call the time when Princeton beat Har-
ward at Cambridge, and he seemed to
be the same party that saddled Paul
Revere's horse for the more or less
celebrated handicap. But now this
thing seemed about to happen again,
for the long shadows Of the west goal
posts stretched the length of the field
and the Princetonians were wild with
glee, while big Bill" Edwards, the
Colossus of Nassau, was forbidding
and formidable Silhouette against the
setting sun.
If Harvard has anything it must be
uncorked now" declared the experts in
accents that implied that Harvard had
nothing and that they were pronounce
ing Crimson doom.
But Harvard had something in the
line of forward passes.
Scdgwick, who has been out all sea
son because OF injuries, and Buell., the
dashlng substitute quarter. we're sent
in The Harvard team, which seemed
to be formidable but sluggish ma
chime, suodenly became galvanized into
life. The tleeting minutes were work
ing against them to break the tradition
that only once could Princeton win at
Harvard. They had TO take chances
and they did.
Speed Bewilders the Tiger
The speed and daring of the reju-
venated Crimson team seemed to be-
wilder the defense of the wasp legs.
That one brilliant and unexpected pass
for forty yards did it, The rest was a
march against a defense that seemed
broken and uncertain.
1t seemed that up to this time each
team was holding something in re-
serve. That applied especially to Har~
ward. Each was saving for the meet
ing with Yale. But Harvard was driv-
en- in that last quarter to do its utmost.
Princeton had to show its best early
in the first quarter.
There was no cheering when it end
ed. Just few seconds before the
whistle signaled the end of the game
Captain Mike Callahan of Princeton
was dragged cut from beneath a pile,
stunned. He was led from the field
lighting and protesting to stay in the
game. There was nothing for the
Princeton contingent to cheer for.
They had the victory and they were
preparing to celebrate when Harvard
came through with all they had On
the Harvard side also they felt that
there was nothing TO be particularly
Jubilant about Before the game the
experts had made Harvard a 10 10 7
favorite, and the Harvard rooters were
convinced that their team was at least
that much better than the team from
Old Nassau.
Experts Only Ones WhoS Moan
1t was a clean and hard Thought game
and to most of the inmates Of the
stadium fairly dramatic and interest
ing, despite the plaintive means OF the
experts. There was just enough bite
III the Cape God breeze to make it
real weather for the game The Prince
tonians had considerable confidence
urder the conventional gloom that
must be worn before football game,
and they sized and doomed with some
taing akin to hilarity
There was something almost like
oVercontldence in the sharp Airedale
terrier bark OF the Harvard rooters,
tut IT disappeared quickly in that
third period. When the Harvard team
came INTO the ield with rush, the
Princeton band played: Hail, Hail,
Tie Gangs All Here laying some
stress on the bars that read: What
the hell 80 we careo"
Callahan followed with his team and
the two captains gathered around
Robert Tiny) Maxwell, the referee,
Who ntade a twin colossus to Big Bill
Edwards percned on the roof of the
stadium with his telescope.
1t was Owen who started the Grim
son rush, when the Princetonians
We're genalized twice right after the
kickoff. Hea pinnged through tackle
He SKINNED ono of the ends for eipb-