Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-11-24
BARRY WOOD HERO
OF WIN OVER Ellis
Smart, Fast Harvard Team
Earns Triumph Over Booth
and Cohorts.
By GRANTLAND RICE.

2S.-HSQ mares bIldJ DIOhC b1A'
darkness and then shon'
~ across the snowbanks back o.
both goal lines were Crimson
flares of victory tonight. They were
flaming signals to the foot ball worlc
that fast, smart Harvard team hao
beaten Yale. 10 to 6, before the great
est crowd that ever dehed Winter
weather to pack the Harvard Stadium
to the last square inch.
Harvard beat both Yale and Albie
Booth with an S2-yard march, superbly
directed by Barry Wood, just after Booth
had supplanted Don McLennan In the
second period, where Wood suddenly
threw in q bafiiing variety Of plays that
broke down the hard-charging, scrappy
Blue defense and finally sent Harper
across for the first touchdown that
broke rp the battle. Harvard got 9
Jump of 10 points in this period when
the same Barry Wood later on came
back TO send q drop-kick spinning be-
tween the uprights from a slanting
angle that would make Chinaman's
eyes look like perfect circle.
Ellis Scores for Ellis.
Facing this 10-point handicap, Yale
came back later on in the same period
with a wild charge that reached its
climax when Firpo Greene blocked
Woods kick and Booth tossed forward
PASS to Hoot Ellis on the 2l-yard line.
From that, spot Ellis travelled with the
speed of q greyhound and the driving
force of a locomotive. He took the
pass, whirled back in toward the left,
ran over two Crimson tacklerS, ducked
his way by third and then Owed 2
yards across the line with q pair OF
Crimson arms locked around his
hurtling body.
Booth missed the shot at goal and
this left the score at 10 to g., where
It remained to the finish, in spite Of
every desperate effort Booth and the
Blue could offer to break through to
another score.
AS they played today the better team
won, in spite of the work of q great
Yale line that offered barrier Harvard
could not break. Harvard won through
the smartness of Barry Wood and the
perfect execution of deceptive plays,
which rolled back the Blue defense as
a tidal wave might sweep its debris on
In this one wild, smart, dashing
march to victory Mays and Devens con-
tributed their full share on attack, just
as the inspired and smashing work
of big Ben Ticknor was Harvard
main help upon defense. What game
this big center played. even after he
had an arm dangling at his side, half
helpless but still good enough to dive
In and do his share.
Albie Booth, still below his top form,
came in early in the second period
after Don McLennan had driven his way
to Harvard's 17-yard line, but the star
of four big games failed to hit his
stride. He played good foot ball, but
he had two kicks blocked, a drop-kick
and q punt. He missed Mays on his
3o-yard whirl and he could make no
headway at the point where headWay
meant Harvard trouble. Ben Ticknor
took good care of Booths running game.
At the start Of the second half Booth
came within two inches Of making the
greatest run ever known on any foot
ball field. He took Ben Ticknor's kick
OF on his own 5-yard line. The next
few seconds were all chock iull OF q
heart-pumping drama. As the ball
came to him he first fumlbed He
then picked up the ball and started
for the right flank.
Shut of in this direction by Grim
son tide, he reversed his field ana
swung back to the left. He picked his
way as he ran, using both head and
feet In the manner of foot ball genius.
He whirled and twisted and lodged.
He picked his openings, and after run
ming. 20 yards he was then free. He
had outrun and outw1tted the entire
Harvard team.
AS he reached the 30-yard line there
was apparently no chance that any one
could reach him. But in his final
spin he had lost a stride and as he
broke into the clear, Bill Ticknor, a
brother Of big Ben, made last des-
perate lunge.
Clutches AIbie's Sweater.
There was no other Harvard man
within five yards of the flying Booth.
Bill Ticknor was back OF him and as ne
reached forward his fingers Just man
aged to take their grip upon big blue
Jersey that seemed TO billoW like a
parachute.
There seemed to be no possible
chance that Ticknor could reach his
quarry, but he did, with less than
inches to spare. His extended hand
caught the billowing back Of Booths
blue sweater and Ticknor'S iron grip
brought him down on the 35-yard line
But this was Booths last wild. des-
perate stab at breaking loose. What
Bill Ticknor had started, Ben Ticknor
finished later on. If Booth had been
arrayed in the garb of South Sea
Island swimmer he would have run 80
wards for a touchdown and would also
have won the most dramatic game OF
foot ball ever played. But this hap
pened to be a foot ball game and not
q swimming contest.
Such, however. is the highly over
rated institution known sS fame, where
the margin between greatness and fail
ure Is often less than the thickness ri
thin, dirty sweater. where oilclotl