By the end of the first quarter, the Princeton-Dartmouth game was buried in snow. Yard-markers disappeared, officials blended with players, spectators shuddered over a dwindling supply of Scotch and began to beat a retreat from Palmer Stadium. But nothing seemed to bother a lanky Princeton halfback named Dan Sachs—neither wind nor snow nor wet ball, nor well-drilled Dartmouth line. He scored almost every way possible, passing for one touchdown, running back a kick for another, intercepting a pass for a third, schussing over from scrimmage for a fourth. Fans with antifreeze and the...
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