The Washington herald., 1922-11-12

drum affair that was forced to de-
pend upon power alone. and the
power, even with Owen at work.
was not there.
Harvard Is Desperate.
In the fourth quatter as the shad-
ows heightened and night came
slipping silently and swiftly along.
one could read the growing gloom
in countless Harvard countenances.
The approaching gloom was as brill
liant as sunlight, compared to the
heavy dreariness of impending de-
feat that only a miracle now could
stave off. 1t was small consolation
to know that Princeton's attack
was beaten down and stopped with
ever sure effect. 1t was small con-
ISOLATION to know that Princeton. for
the most part. could not gain a
yard. For. again, we arise to re-
mark, Princeton didn't have to now.
With those ten points safely packed
away in tinfoil all wrapped for
home consumption, 1t must have
been more disheartening- for that
silent, shadow-swept Crimson gath
ering near the end to see Harvard
flinging long. wild passes into the
wilderness, where no receiver wait
ed, in a last vain, desperate effort
to put the winning miracle through.
For it was no longer a clear-head-
ed, cool-minded Harvard machine,
with a definite purpose in its craft
and subtlety. 1t was no longer a
well-geared machine.
1t seemed to be a matter of eleven
football players in Crimson raiment
trying out anything that might
work even at odds of forty to one,
against a Tiger defense we'll scat
tered down the field, all set to
knock down the ball or intercept
it. What Buelrs absence amount
ed to is only a guess, as the Har-
ward captain could make no great
headway with his machine while
he was still in harness But for
that matter Bill Roper was forced
to hold German, his own regular
quarter. on the lines and then fall
back upon Dinsmore, his third
choice. when the high sun wrought
its havoc upon Wingate's eyes.
Sub Quarter stars.
Dinsmore more than made good.
The light, young back from Ger
mantown Academy. playing his
first big Eastern game, ran the
team like a veteran and reached
tall heights when he called for
that triple pass on Harvards 49,
yard line. and while Spaulding, who
followed Buell., fumbled at a criti-
cal stage, SO did Gehrke and SO did
George owen and so did two or
three other Harvard regulars at
stated intervals in the course of
the game.
No one could call the battle one
of the lofty epochs of the era from
"a football standpoint. There were
nine fumbles and sixteen penal
ties for one thing, quite enough
to leave any contest bedraggied.
The quality of both attacks was
So poor that the big thrill of the
game was throttled since 1t is al
ways the attack that does most of
the scalp lifting work. But for all
that 1t was a wonderful victory
for a green. young Princeton team.
one of the most notable triumphs
that Bill Roper has ever known.
Every odd was against them, in
Guiding the returns of twenty-six
years. He had seven men in the
battle line who had never played
in big Eastern game. He was up
against a fine defensive line that
killed of his attack and held It
to four first downs on rush
plays, but he had his machine so
well nodded and so well woven to-
gether that after one brief slip
early in the battle there was no
other crevice through which Har-
ward eyes might peer into that
promised land.
\ Considering all the odds against
the Tiger when the season opened