Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-11-03
BOOTH BRIGHT STAR
IN 16-TO-12 VICTORY.
Little Able Is All Over the
Place, While Bulldog Line
Checks MarsterS.
BY GRANTLAND RICE.

over the hills of Hanover like
4 Y an indigo fog Even one of
Dartmouth's greatest teams
could not break the ancient Eli spell
today in a battle that had 10000 spec
tators groggy with excitement as the
final whistle blew at the edge of almost
total darkness.
Dartmouth came into the fourth
period leading IL to 10 and Dartmouth
was pressing at this moment deep in
Yale territory with the game well in
hand, when Longnecker, substitute for
the injured Marsters, attempted for
ward pass from YaleS 5-yard line.
AS the ball came to him and he whirled
to throw his right foot slipped and he
went to one knee. Things happened
too quickly then for the normal human
brain to function. He might have
thrown short pass or he might have
fallen on the ball, but he tipped
wide forward OF near the side lines
and it settled into the arms of Hoot
Ellis can beat 10 seconds for the
hundred. AS he caught the pass he
whirled for the side lines and then
started down the field for the goal line,
more than 30 yards away. Three
sprinters wearing the green of Hanover
tried to cut him down but the fast
flying Ellis ran like q ghost through
the gathering twilight and ran across
the line for the winning score that
beat o great Dartmouth team Is to IL,
and carried on the Yale tradition that
the green is not destined by foot ball
fate to wave above the blue.
Booth Pales Marsters.
And it was all blue here in New
Haven today. Yale not only beat
Dartmouth. but Albie Booth, the little
4. - Uann de ant
from AL Marsters, the big boy green of
Dartmouth, just as a week ago the
same little Booth crowded the brilliant
eagle out of the headlines.
Booth played q magnificent game Of
foot ball today and Marsters had the
greatest five minutes through the third
period any lone individual has ever
known since Red Grange maSsacred
Michigan, but the factor that turned
the tide from Green to Blue this soggy,
lnuggy afternoon was the magnificent
charge and drive of the Yale line,
fianked by ends who played up to the
old standard of Yale ends from the by
gone days of Hinkey, Shevlin, Rafferty,
and fitzpatrick.
1t was the surging Blue wall of Yale
forwards that brought Yale home to
victory this afternoon. For the greater
part Of the game the Yale line out
played Dartmouth's forwards by q de-
cisive margin, so in spite of Booths
flne showing, 1t was no one-man VIC
tory that sent the dropping Green back
to Hanover on another weary hike.
As the finish came in the fourth
quarter, 1t might be said that Yale, in
a way, was lucky to win, and yet for
at least so minutes of this wild, see
saw battle the Blue outplayed Green
and deserved to Be on the winning side.
hot V710 he
ball won beyond all question, in spite
Of the one great splurge that Marsters
put on In the third quarter, when he
passed and ran his way to two touch
downs in less than five minutes, one
of the greatest five minutes any indi-
Vidual star will ever know. But that
I'VE minutes was not enough to offset
everything else that happened, for Yale
had Marsters covered most of the way
until he was injured shortly after his
brilliant streak, and when Marsters
passed out, limping, Dartmouth's dream
began to fade.
Able Kicks a Goal.
This game today was one Of those
battles that leaves you limp. Early in
the flrst period the Yale attack began
to cut Its way through the Green wall,
with Booth leading the assault. This
yard line, when a fighting Dartmouth
defense drove 1t back. Then little Booth
dropped back and kicked a field goal.
making total of SO consecutive points
he had scored for Yale, every point
scored by the Blue since the first game
Of the year.
AL through the first two periods Yale
outplayed Dartmouth at every point.
Yale played seven and eight men on her
line and MarsterS couldn't move. And
with Marsters boxed and Gagged, little
Booth was galloping all around the lot.
On one occasion he ran SO yards
through the Dartmouth team, only to
be called back on a penalty. On an
other occasion he pulled down a punt
near the side lines and from swarm
of Green tacklers, he wiggled and
twisted and danced his way for As yards
before they nailed him. Booth hit the
line and ran the ends. He was another
Indian rubber idiot on a spree, a flt
rival for Kipling's Fuzzy WuZzzy. They
couldn't catch him, and when they did
they couldn't hold him. Yale outplayed
Dartmouth three to one all through
those first two sessions. The Green
couldn't start. Yale was swarming all
over her Hanover rival, but Yale
couldn't score again.
A Freak Touchdown.
Then the third quarter broke. Early
In this period Marsters, deep in his own
territory, tried a slash of the tackle
and the ball bounded from his arms
into the waiting grip of Alpheus Beane,
2 Yale back. Mr.. Beane said much
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