Thousands and thousands of dauntless football folk huddled on the dripping banks of the Yale Bowl, but there was "more water than people." Below them, out of a great morass, Leviathan heaved up his bulk through the rain, Leviathan Gehrke of Harvard. Once, twice, Leviathan kicked field-goals before the men of Yale found their footing and thrust him back and down. Right manfully those Elis strove in the mud, right manfully Pond, right stalwartly Bunnell and Kline. Game little Stafford of Harvard stuck to his instinct that...
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