New-York tribune., 1922-11-26

Memorable enemies. b. train, by mo
tor, by trolley and on foot the clans
had gathered from FAR and near. Gran.
dad of rs was here with his grandson
OF "a. Mother, with her seals9in coat
shout her ears, csc fted three delirious
"debs" IN ponyskin costume with
chrysantaemun trimmings. There were
blue eyes roofing for Yale and crimson
checks yeafning fox a Harvard victory
As the whistle sounded that ended
the contest in 103 victory for the
invaders the good folks of New Haven
withdrew to their inner defenses
barred the doors, cried The Ph.lis-
tines are upon you!" and spent the
night in lamentations that would make
Jeremiah appear as a humorous rival
Of Al Jolson. This was a game that
ne Bulldog was conf ent Of winning
and his cheAry suppo ters before the
game were willing to wager any rea-
sonabie amount at 2 to / that New
Haven would toss Cambridge for loss
on the gridiron. "Ten will get Won
twenty if you think the Blue will
iosei was the taunt flung at passing
gentlemen who sported q red feather
with white al" as their 4lark of dis
tinction.
Cheers for George Owens
Under a clear autumn sky, with q
chill wind whistling out of ths north
the ancient rivals met and the Blue
went down to bitter but honorable de-
1eat Rank on rank, rising from the
gridiron level to the chilly rim of the
vsst bowl. the fussy, furry and feath-
cred thousands swayed with the tide
OF battle, now hoarsely cheering for
george Owens as he plunged for the
harvard touchdown, now shriekinp in
ecstasy as old Eli marched down field
IN the second periSd to within the
shadow of the Cambridge goal posts.
~ Hearn! O'Hearni" was the mighty
shout from the west bank of spectators
as the dark-haired lad sent his drop
Kick spinning over the bar for the onlv
score the Bulldog made in the strenu-
Gus struggle of the afternoon. Karl
Pfaaman was called upon at the he
ginning of the fourth quarter to make
victory doubly certain for Harvard
Coach Bob Fisher sent the substitute
quarter in for just one play, but care
fui Karl goes down in Harvard history
Tor the perfection with which he ac-
complished his purpose.
60 In and drop kick" said Fisher.
ooedient TO his masters voice, Pfaff-
man replaced Hammond in the Grim
con nacFfieid, sent the ball spinning
between the goal posts on a drop kick
from the 25-yard mark, and diaap-
peared from the fracas as suddenly as
he had entered II.
But the one time In the afternoon
when the voices of the sons of John
harvard were raised on high was when
george Owen was tearing and twisting
through the whole Yale team as he
snatehed up loose punt and sped 10
within four yards of touchdown for
Sae crimson host. Statisticians assert
ehat there were fifty-seven complete
snd fnii-sized yards spurned under his
snuggied the ball under his left srn,
and the moment when he was f,ung to
line. ~ 'AS soai
Even 30 che last moment OF battle
the Yale cheer leaders were cail;ne
upon their ranks fer the sight. fohtS
slogan to spur the big Blue team in
i,s adversity. The final whistle clamped
the hd on the Yale coffin, the Mar.
vara rooters swarned down over the
barrier, out on the field and began the
snake dance OF victory on the fleld
WneTe their heroes had added anothe,
y glorious page to tho annals of Har.
n ward football history. Hats were
&# thrown In the ring and overcoats tossed
ever the crossbars. Long after dark.
nsss had fallen over the scana tbs
snees dance was still winding sinu-
'ous course over the famous battle
ground.
Cierenceau Neutra,
Georges Clemenceau. the Tioer ri
france, put in a picturesque appear.
ahee at the game. 'Pere LIE Vie.
siore sat with the hosts of Haryar.
eurihg the first half of the game. am
just TO show that he loves good
ioser as we'll as proud victor. he
moved over TO the Yale size IN the
second half and screwed with then
IN their hour of defeat AS the white,
aaifed and grizzled erenchman maue
hss way across the field the whole as
ssmoiase rose to do HIM honor. few
moments later the Yale band purst out
with the "Marseilsise" and the Tige,
ssoed proudly at attention" until the
lest strains had died away.
wrapped III every sort of covering
from army blankets to crazy quilts
patched together by dear old grandma
in the late 'o's, the huddled OCCUPANTS
or the back seats tried to persuade
themselves that they were enioyino
life IN general and this day in particu.
lar as they sped up the Post Road to
the football mecca at New Haven,
Vain attempt. Hopeless delusion,
They had to be pried loose from their
seats and rolled on the green for half
an hour before they showed an signs
Of life when they arrived at their des-
tsnation.
About the time the early nslkmen
were delivering the matutinal and re-
1reshing iacteal Euid at the back doors
or suburban houses the Grand Central
terminal started to buzz and hum with
the firstcomers for the football spe
ciais 1t seems that of the 90 900 or
more persons who were officially hauled
3roAi Aew York to New Haven by this
route 29,S76 had made individual an
pointments to meet friends, relatives
or fellow Republicans just by the in
xofmaf on booth in the center of the
main floor.
From . a. m. 20 nearly noon thas
bright particular spot resembled moth
Ing 80 much as the milling of steers in
q real roundup for fall branding in
tsie Dakotas. The late lamented Rodeo
as Madison Square Garden was a tea
party in comparison with the mad uoh
eyhirlsng around the common center Of
that foriorn booth. There were drives
through center 20 rescue friend and
Dlunges of tackle to save an escort
that would have done credit to any ALL
american halfback OF the year.
Happy Lot of Sardines
II the statioss at New York was con-
9ested, the station at New Haven was
worse. What happy lot of sardines
we ali ars When = rass a. fiIaS 10