Soldiers' Field, Cambridge, Mass., is surrounded by a dreary, dilapidated stadium; from factory chimneys near it long pennants of smoke twist in the wind and mark the low sky. Into the stadium last week there drifted a drooling drizzle and a cold, odorous draught. North Carolina, accustomed to warm blue afternoons, grew as stiff as a dying hare. Harvard backs called Gilligan and French fooled Carolina ends called Sapp and Presson so well that Harvard won 20—0.
¶As elusive as a god, Chris Cagle of the Army tempted Providence to...
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