Little Red Riding Harvard was paid a visit by a new kind of grandmother, a Princeton tiger thinly disguised beneath popular betting odds. "The better to eat you with, my dear," quoth the tiger, leaping out of the locker room and baring its chief fangs, Backs Slagle and Williams. No doughty woodsman bobbed up at the psychological moment to save the heroine and for a gruesome hour or so the sound of munching was heard on Soldiers' Field. At twilight, an autopsy was performed which revealed Harvard's...
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