The Washington times., 1935-11-30
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saw so many elbows in my life
as l wedged my way into this
great caldron of humanity which,
even as early as these lines are
dispatched to you, seems already
filled to overflowing, with mobS
Of milling mankind still on the
outside holding tickets.
1t is a happy, care-free. holiday
throng, and a colorful one, too, if
you ask me. Nobody gets sore
over having a complete set Of vest
buttons ripped away nor a com.
plete complement Of feet mashed
into unrecognizability.
Awakens Peaceful City
For the Army and Navy foot
ball forces bore down upon this
otherwise complacent city today,
bringing with them all of the
SomebodieS and many Of the no.
bodies from far and near as well
aS in between.
Concerning the scenes within
and without this colonnaded old
stadium, with the ancient spires
Of the athletic house Of the Uni.
versity Of Pennsylvania rising at
one end like sentinels: concerning
the bedlam and hysteria within
and without, you might think 1t
was Armistice Day along the Rue
de Ia Paix.
The picture naturally takes on
the Semblance of a budding riot
without the suggestion Of violence
or disorder. For wherever Army
men and Navy men mingle, there
is always plenty of good-natured
joStling. Today is no exception
and none would have it so.
Miles of Gold Braid
Gazing down from a perch
caves high where the committee
on arrangements has located the
psychopathic, or press ward, you
are transfixed by the brilliant
scenes below. Why, the two
bands alone are worth the price
Of admission.
You could take the gold braid
from the myriad uniforms and
build a band around the earth
and still have enough left to tie
q butterfly bow; there is that
much pomp and display in the
midfield boxes where the admiralS
and generals fit about like some
of them were reliving their Acad.
emy days of yore.
Across the field, banked high
back into the cantilevered can.
opy is the solid mass of gray uni
formed bucks from the plains OF
West Point-the Army Corps, i'm
pressive, but not stiff. in their
long brass-buttoned ulsterS. They
are flanked on either side for
what seems to be a quarter Of a
mile by the less serious, less poised
public, waving programs, carrying
pennantS depicting an Army mule |
and often bedecked in yellow or
white chrysanthemums.
His Majesty, the Mule
And along the sidelines is the
mule himself, in person, no effigy;
q jet-black jarhead with mourn
full face and bounteous ears, seem
ing to wonder what all the COM
motion is about. At least four
white-flanneled Cadets are tugg1ng
at the sad-visaged critter with as
many leaShes and there seems to
be some discord as to which way |
to 90, or whether indeed, to go !
OF all.
The white angora goat of Navy, |
on the near side, is more tractable, |
but only because of lesser avoir-
dupois. Those three MidShipmen |
can pick Mr.. Billy up and lay |
him down wherever they like. He |
is a glassy-eyed creature and quite
cognizant of the blanketed quad
ruped on the opposite border; in |
fact, just a little comfortable. |
perhaps, of his imminence.
But everything within this bowl
is not a spirit of ribaldry. There
are the teams and coaches, as
serious and stern as the rest Of
the multitude is frivolous and gay.
Navy Has Ground to Gain
Navy lagS by six games in the
IS predecessors of today's newest
edition of the famous Army-Navy
series, and it longs to take hitch
in this margin, shortening it to
five. The MiddieS have won 13
and lost 19 games in engagements
with Army. Three of their meet
ings have resulted in ties.
AppraiSinE so players to a
squad, therefore, there are exactly
100 young men down there in the
very bloom of their lives, with
faces stern, confident and deter
mined. Some of them are bundled |
and hooded on the benches and |
others are running and tumbling |
and kicking and passing a ball
champing to go into the fray
when the Shrill whistle calls them
to action.
That brings up to the play it.
self of which you will read in an.
other space. It's something to see,
this annual Army-Navy prelude. |
It seems like all creation is un' old.
ing down there before your very
eyes, so tense is it possible to wax
over autumn's biggest sporting