Athletes at their training tables began to find fault with things; the little grooves deepened between nostril and upper lip; coaches were conciliatory, recognizing in such indications a touch of overtraining. And on Saturday the melodramatics of football were continued.
The salient feature of the Harvard-Princeton game is not so difficult to find as it is difficult to phrase. Tolerant people might pretend that it was the heady passing of Caulkins, the running of slippery Slagle, or dauntless Dignan, or the doings of an unheard-of Princeton back named Prendergast, who—sent into the...
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