For 32 years red-blooded U. S. college athletes have thrilled to the classic vaunt: "I'd die for dear old Rutgers." All that was golden about the glorious '90s is bound up in those few quiet words. According to legend, they were uttered after he had broken his leg in the Princeton game by Philip M. Brett, Rutgers football captain in 1891, now a Manhattan attorney. But last week the Rutgers Alumni Monthly robbed Mr. Brett of his glory. Legend was wrong, said the Monthly, in a few particulars. Mr. Brett did not break his...
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