New-York tribune., 1921-11-27
Continued from pass ono,

signs of offensive strength but in the
intervening fifty-four minutes of com
bat it was all Navy, with the Army
struggling and straining to hold down
impending scores. Supremacy in the
Navy line. with the speed and dash
of Barchet. Koehler and others in
sharp off-tackle or line advances bore
the Army defense steadily back, in
spite of good, hard fighting and con-
tinued effort to hold these drives in
check
After the Army had won the toss,
choosing the wind, and the Navy had
taken cnrc of the Kickoff, series Of
rushes by Smythe and French took the
ball well into Navy territory in the
course of three first downs. But here
an Army penalty lost fifteen important
yards, and Wood drove the muddy ball
over the Navy line for a touchback.
After an exchange of punts the first of
the Navy's irresistible marches swung
under way.
1t was worth all the discomforts of g.
terrible day to see the Navy line In
action and the keen thrust of NAVY
backs as Barchet, Koehler and Conroy
began to slip, skid, wiggle, twist and
work their way along the field.
From her own 16-yard line the Nayv
had rushed the ball sixty-threa wards
to the Army's 21-yard line when the
first period ended, as the big crowd
arose to let the water run from hats
and coats.
Barchet On Way to Touchdown
Here the Army defense braced with
stout courage, but, unable to gain any
ground, Wood was forced to kick An
exchange Of kicks followed and then
Barchet, the elusive, one of the hest
runners of the year, dashed around the
Army's right wing for twenty wards.
An Army offside was of some assist
ance at this moment and a second later
Conroy peeled off eight additional
yards with the ball finally planted only
two yards from the Army line. For
one slashing thrust the Army line was
as unbreakable as steel, but on the
next play Conroy dashed over for the
winning count
The cadets sat in dumb misery
three years of suffering is nothing to
cheer over--but the racket from the
midshipmen shook an additional
freshet from the grandstand caves.
Close upon the full-lung chant of VIC
tory came the Navy's anchor song Of
triumph:
Sail. Navee. down the field.
Sails set to the sky;
We'il never change our course.
so Army, you stay shy.
Roll up the score Navee
Anchors away.
Sail, Navy, down the field
And sink the Army.
Sink the Army gray!"
With the first touchdown accounted
for the Navy attack lost no time in
making threa tening gestures immedia-
ately afterward. Barchet, Koehler and
Conroy continued to hammer and
thrust for steady advances, but they
couldn't quite make it.
French Stopped by the Mud
All this time, and on through the
third period, the Army attack was
rolled back at every dash. The Army
had hoped to get the swift-running
French loose in the open, but he could
never get foothold for any such am
bilious pilgrimage. Time and again
he was nailed as he reached the line
or the end of the wings as the cadets
found it impossible to pick up another
first down. After their first charge,
where Mulligan failed at a field goal
from around the 40-yard line, the Army
had never been able to get anywhere.
One Of the main reasons was that
through the greater part of the play
the Navy insisted upon holding the
ball. And when the Army advance was
abruptly checked in the running game,
the ball was too thickly coated with
mud and too elusive to be passed or
caught with any certainty of success.
Opening the second half, or the third
period, the Navy took the kickoff, and
after short march punted to French.
But the Army couldn't make any head
way. The Navy started another ad-
vance when Barchet ran for 18 yards,
but the Army defence was now charg-
ing in with more speed
The fourth period opened with the
Army in possession Of the bali on the
Navy's 38-yard line with wonderful
chance to go somewhere. The cadets
were in an ideal spot to start trouble. |
but on the first play an unlucky tumble |
gave the Navy the ball and wrecked
one OF the best Army opportunities Of
the day.
Soldier Finally Gets Loose
The two teams see-sawed back and
'orth with only brief advances. There |
we're now just three minutes to plav. |
The Army hadn't made first down for
lfty-four minutes and their cause |
ooked to be among the hopeless ones
u existence. The ball was at midfield |
vhen French suddenly broke through |
he Navy wall, worked his way into the |
'pen, and by a sensational piece Of |
'unning clipped off 80 yards before
he last Navy tackler hauled him down /
lpon the twenty-two-yard line. This
udden turn lifted the cadets into an