New-York tribune., 1922-10-29
Yale-Army Teams Tie, Z to Z,
Before $1,000 i'm Great Bowl
Continues fran psus sss,
BY Grantland Rice

by tIrantland kice
million points. But the Army refused
to surrender. In place Of hosting the
white flag and asking for arrnistice
IT called the air feet and the bayonet
into action for a final charge.
Army Turns Same Trick
As the fourth period opened the
Army took the field with this inspiring
call from the little gray bank OF
cadets, almost completely submerged,
1000 against $4,000 singing their song
Of battle.
Flight away. oh, hght away.
All you Army men in gray;
Go charging down tho field
A smashing every play;
Through Elps line every time
Break with all your might;
No Bulldog In the world
Can stop the Army's fight, fight, fight.
This bard knew something. After a
brief furry that meant little, Cadet
Wood, one Of the great STARS of the
day, standing deep in his own terri
tory, lifted high, wind-blown spiral
that finally settled on Yale's 12-yard
yards Of highly important territory.
From there Yale, held by the Army's
stout defense, was forced to kick, and
against the roistering wind Nealo
booted the ball to Yale's A3-yard line.
Here, Smythe was thrown heavily MS
he caught the ball. On the first play
Smythes pass was incomplete and in
addition the Army was penalized FIVE
yards. This was groggy beginning.
But groggy beginnings rarely check the
stalwart soul. On the next play the
alert Smythe dropped back, chucked a
perfect pass to Wood, who ran to Yale's
2S-yard line before he was cut down.
Army Comes Back Strong
Here the Yale sector sat silent as
the little band of cadets sent out q
wild and woolly screech that startled
Army was still in the fight. The
shifty Smythe then clipped six yards
through the Blue line, carrying The
ball to Yale's 1S-yard zone. Smythe
Immediately feinted run but hurled
n pass to fullback Wood over In the
right wing of Yale's unguarded de-
fense and Wood was waiting. He
pulled the ball down out of the air
and started for the goal, swerving over
to the right of the field. Four yards
from goal last desperate Yale tackler
nailed him with final fling, but the
Army now was only two strides away
| from touchdown.
| You may have heard racket in your
day and time but you never heard any
thing that quite rose above the sound
| ing din of the now frenzied cadets.
Once again the chorus started
| "Chargc down thai field and force
| the line to yields
| Right from the start we're with you
soul and heart" etc.
One plunge netted only yard and
| Yale took heart. But on the next saw
age charge the brilliant Wood left his
| feet at the first jump, and striking
with the force Of six-inch shell fair
~ blasted his way through the fight
ing Blue forwards, landing on his neck
three yards beyond the goal for the
tieing touchdown of the day Yale, in
this emergency, had resorted to STRAIT
egy, but the Army, throwing all ma
! reuyers to the keen October winds,
| by the combined force of unbeatable
will and the crushing power of full
back Wood saved the day.
AS Wood went the Blue line, q
human catapult that was not to be
| denied, wild furry Of Army gray
rose up across the field and the
racket that followed Is SO far beyond
description that we will leave 1t, gentle
reader, to your own imagination.
There have been those who attempted
to describe the grand canyon and
others who attempted pen pictures Of
Niagara Falls, and some day in fool
hardy mood we might attempt the
same. But we leave as it happened
the cadet scene when Woods long
body suddenly shot through the air
and landed intact upon the green turf
target back of Yale's goal.
/ Yale Held to Draw
1t was great uphill battle for the
Army, one of the greatest we have
seen upon any field. for up to this
moment Yale's magnificent fighting de-
Tense had completely smothered every
West Point drive. The two play brill
liancy of srythe and Wood, aided and
abetted by every member Of the cadet
machine, had held a thoroughly
aroused bulldog team to a draw and
had started from behind where the
fogs and shadows looked deepest.
The battle was one Of many curious
Mallory sat on the side lines with a
carbuncle on his neck that looked like
an enlargement Of football. After
one or two plays Scott, his substitute.
was injured, and 80 out dashed Nal
lory, taking his carbuncle TO battle.
His neck was swathed in many ban
dages and every play must have been
agony, and yet the greatest defensive
back of the year lived up to his repu-
tation. On play after play Mallory and
his carbuncle threw Army attacks for
loss. 1t was not until the closing
moments of the game that he was
finally dragged, protesting, from the
field.
Army Man We're Armor
Shortly after Scott was injured the
game suddenly stopped and council
Of war was held in midfield. Out came
Coaches Jones and Daley with an army
general and other officials. Yale men
were pointing accusing fingers at big
leather pad which halfback Timber
lake, Of the Army, wore. Evidently
Cadet Tinnberiake had entered the game
partially accoutred as fyanhoe and
Ceeur de Lion Of old, for when the sun.