New-York tribune., 1922-10-29

It was a real oId-fashioned football
game, the kind that modern gridiron
experts thought had gone out with
hoopskirts and the Chicago fire. For
three periods the Dartmouth eleven
didn't seem to know that there was any
territory outside of tackle when they
had the ball. Their method Of attack
was to hit three times between guard
and tackle and then kick. Harvard was
not much different, except that the
Crimson was very evidently trying to
"hide it's stuff" for the later games
agairSt their traditional enemies, the
Bulldog and the Tiger. They played
just well enough to win, and took no
tricks out of Bob Fishers high hat.
1t was a high, wide and handsome
game for the ball itself. The oval
spent about three quarters of it's time
riding through the air at the urgent
request of the cleated shoes of Gehrke
for Harvard and Harris for Dartmouth.
Jack Cannell had just bit on Fisher
in this department, as Harris more than
held his own in punting throughout the
afternoon. The rapid fire exchange Of
kicks further favored the lads from
Hanover in that Halsey Mills, their
agile quarter, was often able to evade
the Harvard tacklers in running back
the punt, while Charley Buell. never at
tempted anything more daring than
fair catches on all the Dartmouth
punts.
Forward Pass Proves Costly
Getting tired of their old Mother
Hubbard style Of football in the last
period, the Green athletes tried for
ward pass that just about ruined them.
They should have stuck to their hoop
skirts and line plunges. Harris en-
deavored to put on 1922 model for
ward pass. but Percy Jenkins broke
through for Harvard, batted the pass
up into the air, caught it himself, and
trotted off for Crimson touchdown
with nobody to say him nay. He was
all alone as he dashed behind the goal
posts. The Dartmouth men were all
headed in the other direction when the
tragedy occurred, and they were never
able to reverse their engines and take
up the chase.
The whole first quarter was spent by
both teams in walking up and down
the field to catch up with the punts of
Messrs. Harris and Buell.. Sweeping
end runs were conspicuous by their alb
sence. Forward passes were not even
limited at. IL was just case of three
rough and ready charges at the line
with small results, and then polite
request from Charley Buell. to Gehrke
or from Halsey Mills to Harris to
boot the bally bail down the field.
chine smoothly, just holding off the
Dartmouth attack and waiting for the
Lreak. 1t came in the<second quarter.
Harris punted, and the Harvard quar-
ter signalled for his usual fair catch.
Up Hanover way they don't believe in
signs, so Buell. was unceremoniously
dumped into the dirt by the downfield
tacklers of Dartmouth.
The penalty that the Green incurred
for this was turned intQ the cash ac
count of .he Fisher machine few mo-
ments later, for it put them within the
scoring zone of the Dartmouth goal.
After George Owen had tackled on
about eight yards in two plunges,
Buell. stepped back and sent drop
kick spinning over the cross bar from
the 20-yard mark.
Owen Kicks Field Goal
Going on into the second half. it
was still kick, kick. kick by both sides.
When they weren't punting they were
trying place kicks. In the third pc
could boot the ball over from the AZ.
yard mark on a place kick. He
changed his mind Immediately after
his toe met the pigskin. After the
usual exchange of punts, Harvard ac-
tually put on a forward pass, Buell.
to Owen. that netted twenty yards. 1t
seemed as If they just took that white
rabbit out of the trick hat to- make
sure they could do it for they closed
right up again and took to kicking.
Maybe can't kick it over from mid
field, but thirty yards is easy for me-"