Evening star., 1924-11-23

ed out of the bowl surreptitiously
while the game was still on. But
when the final whistle blew at least
$4,000 still remained. After all, this
was Yale-Harvard game and Boreas
and Pluvius, as graduates of neither
institution, were simply considered
as outsiders and disregarded Still,
1t was the sort of storm which could
| not be entirely ignored. 1t kept hint
ing of It's presence by turning UNI
brellas inside out and pouring cloud
| bursts down the necks of interested
spectators, and the rain made no dis
tinctionS. 1t fell upon the just and
the unjust, upon Harvard graduates
and Yale men, and also women.
Perhaps seven such an afternoon
was all for the best. Who can chal-
lenge the wisdom of destiny? 1t may
be that the whole business was arr
ranged as a test of true love.
On sunny day a young man may
take girl to the foot ball game and
think after it is all over that he and
she are meant for each other. There
are people who have married on the
strength of nothing more than long
end run or fine drop-kick. Some
times 1T is a mistake. The young
man may have been merely infat-
uated. The whole thing could be
nothing more than physical passion
WHICH, SO L am lOiQ, passes. lnlS
afternoon was quite another matter.
If the girl and the man of today's
game still had even Il kind word for
each other as they sloshed out of the
bowl, they should allow nothing on
earth to part them. This would be
love; no-1ater trials could possibly
put such a strain upon romance.
Where" said a man without inn
agination, ''are the beautiful girls
L,
games?' But the man who spoke did
not look precisely like an old Renais-
sance tapestry himself.
Rain is a great leveler. There is
not much to choose between the colo
ners lady and Judy O'Grady after
each has remained damp for more
than two hours. The Reds and Blues
and Puppies which usually dot the
bowl on the afternoon of big game
were not in evidence today.
Slicker Coats Everywhere.
The prevailing shade was the dull
and jaundiced yellow of the s1icker
coat 1t may be that If the young
visitors could have been peeled they
would not have looked SO downright
dowdy, butnobody cared how she
looked.
Even the Yale band broke a long
the gridiron to play the various sorts
of merry music in raincoats. Once
when the deluge was at its height
the Yale band struck up 1T Amt
Coin to Rain No More" and YOU may
be very sure that everybody laughed
very heartily at that.
Only little fire under the big bowl |
was needed to transform the whole
mess of folk and water into the
hugest cannibal stew in history. And
many would not have objected much
to such a fate just for the sake of
the first glowing feeling as the mix
ture began to simmer.
There were those who did not seem
to be conscious Of the rain and the
wind and the mud. They frisked and
the spray flew as if from water
spaniels. A glad light was in the
eyes of those who moved about with
their heads above the clouds They
opened their mouths to cheer and let
the rain run in. To them the gale
was a Garess. the soggy earth and the
clammy concrete the tina firm srringy
turf of land of hearts desire. They
were Yale men. What did they care
about the rain? They had seen
great Yale team and 1t had licked
Harvard.