SPORTS
=Interest in sports.= One of the marked characteristics of
American newspapers is the large amount of space, both absolutely
and relatively, that they devote in every issue to news of sports.
Although there is undoubtedly a healthy interest in athletic contests
on the part of many readers, newspapers have greatly stimulated this
interest and have created a considerable part of the present demand for
sporting news and gossip. Hundreds of thousands of newspaper readers
who have never seen a major league baseball game follow day by day the
doings of the various teams and players, not merely during the playing
season but throughout the greater part of the year. Newspapers have
also assisted in developing intercollegiate football from a game in
which students and alumni were primarily interested into a sport of big
spectacular contests that attract the general public. Even after prize
fighting was barred in most states, newspapers, by the space given to
the contestants for months before every fight, were able to maintain
wide-spread interest in the results. In order to furnish readers with
a very large amount of reading matter concerning both major and minor
sports, most papers have a special staff of sports writers under the
direction of the sporting editor.
=Type of story.= Sporting news stories may be divided into three
classes: (1) those that deal with the contestants and the conditions
before the event, (2) those that report the contest itself, and (3)
those that analyze the event and its results. Stories that discuss
the relative merits of the contestants and forecast the results of
the game are based on first hand observations of the writer or on the
observations of others, regarding the showing made by the contestants
in previous events and in practice. The general and the detailed
accounts of a contest can, of course, be written only by writers who
have witnessed it. The analysis of the event and of its results may
be based either on the reporter’s own observations of the contest
or on the reports of it printed in newspapers. In covering a big
sporting event, a newspaper frequently assigns two men to report it,
one to write a general account and one a detailed story. It is evident
that all sporting news stories can best be written by men who are
thoroughly familiar with the sport itself and with the contestants.
=Purpose.= The general aim of sporting news stories should be
to satisfy a normal, healthy interest in legitimate sports. That
newspapers have stimulated an excessive interest in professional
baseball and intercollegiate football, as well as in prize fights,
is a criticism deserving careful consideration. The evil effects
on schoolboy athletes, and even on some college players, of undue
newspaper publicity have been pointed out by educators and should also
be considered by the sports writer. Accuracy and fairness are as vital
to news stories of sports as to any other news stories. Although the
interest that readers have in local contestants may warrant a writer
in devoting considerable space to them, it does not justify him in
slighting or treating unfairly their opponents in whom the readers have
less interest. The spirit of fair play that is essential to sport is
equally necessary to reports of sporting events.
=Treatment.= The handling of sporting news presents several
problems. The review of conditions preceding the contest and the
analysis of the game and its results require careful observation, clear
thinking, and a good expository style. In some respects this kind
of interpretation is not unlike editorial and critical writing. The
account of the event itself demands spirited narrative and description
that portrays not only the scenes but the spirit of the occasion.
The contrast between the emotions of the victors and those of the
vanquished may be used to good advantage. Because of the popular
interest in individual players, many events give ample opportunity for
developing the personal, or human interest, elements. The term “heroes”
as often applied to athletes is not inappropriate, for it is the heroic
qualities of the contestants that appeal to the spectators and the
followers of the sport.
Style is also an important element in sporting news stories. The
very popularity of a subject that demands much writing on the same
or similar material day by day necessitates variety of presentation.
Efforts to avoid constant repetition in reporting baseball games
have resulted in some picturesque diction and some original figures
of speech in the stories of the clever few, and in much more cheap
humor and almost unintelligible jargon in the work of their mediocre
imitators. That readable stories can be written in good English with as
much originality of style as is to be found in other well written news
stories, has been repeatedly demonstrated by a number of writers on
sports.
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FOOTBALL TEAM PROSPECTS
_Philadelphia Ledger_
When the University of Pennsylvania football
eleven lines up for its game with the Navy team
tomorrow afternoon on Severn Field it will in all
probability be without the services of three of its
star backfield men. Howard Berry, “Bill” Quigley
and “Vic” Welch are the trio who will be forced to
witness this contest from the sidelines. Berry,
who was injured the early part of last week, has
been unable to get into any of the scrimmages this
week, while Quigley and Welch have been out of
the game since last Saturday, when both received
injuries which will very likely keep them out of
the contest, unless it is absolutely necessary to
call on them for active service.
The loss of these three men will prove a serious
loss to the Red and Blue, and unless the men
who are sent in to take their places can gain
through the Middies’ defense, “Old Penn” will be
in a serious predicament. The result of the game
tomorrow afternoon will be very closely followed
by all of Penn’s coming opponents on the gridiron
this fall; and unless the Quakers can come close to
the score made by the Pittsburgh team last Saturday
against the Admirals, the chances for defeating the
Smoky City athletes are very slim.
Yesterday’s workout in the rain did not slow up the
practice a great deal, as the men put all of their
energies into their play, and if the same spirit is
prevalent in tomorrow’s game the Red and Blue team
should bring victory to Philadelphia. Ray Grant,
who has been directing the team during the last two
days, will in all probability be first choice for
the quarterback position, with Williams, Ross and
Derr behind him.
In the workout yesterday these four men gained
consistently against the freshman and scrub
elevens, and all of the coaches were well pleased
with the scrimmage work of the men. In the freshman
contest the Varsity went over for a touchdown in
20 minutes of play, and in the scrub game they
shoved the pigskin for another tally. Tackling was
practiced, and every man was given the “call” if
he did not down the runner in the proper manner.
This department of the game will be drilled into
the head of every man, and before the season is far
advanced there should be a vast improvement in the
tackling of every Penn player.
At the close of today’s practice the men will go
to the training house for dinner, after which they
will pack their grips for Annapolis. The squad will
not go direct to Annapolis tonight, but will stay
in Baltimore. The team’s headquarters overnight
will be the Hotel Belvidere. Saturday morning the
men will board cars for the Naval Academy. Coaches
“By” Dickson, Torrey, Wharton and Dr. Carl Williams
will in all probability take the trip with the team.
That the students at the University are interested
in the outcome of this contest is certain, for
tomorrow morning a “Pennsylvania special” will pull
out of Philadelphia with more than 150 Penn rooters
on board. There are certain to be some lively
times on the Navy field tomorrow afternoon, when
the rooters cheer their teams on the banks of the
historic Severn River.
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NOTE--_The two stories following, although
taken from the same paper and dealing with similar
material, afford an interesting contrast._
THE DAY OF THE GAME
_New York Evening Post_
PRINCETON, N. J., November 6.--With ideal
football weather for the annual game between
Princeton and Harvard to-day, the thousands of
followers of the rival teams who are here from all
sections of the East expect to witness one of the
most spectacular struggles of the season. The Tiger
coaches consider their eleven 20 per cent. stronger
than when Dartmouth was defeated two weeks ago, and
while not over-confident, are hopeful of victory.
There are many in the Princeton camp who say it
is the first time in four years that the Orange
and Black have entered into battle with Harvard on
apparently even terms.
Although the unbeaten Princeton team appear to have
the better of Harvard in playing form and all-round
strength, it is realized that in the Crimson,
defeated by Cornell two weeks ago, there are great
possibilities, and that Rush’s men will have the
battle of their careers if victory is to be theirs.
With the exception of Halsey, right tackle, who
was injured last week, the Tigers are in prime
condition and prepared for a gruelling contest.
Parisette, who replaces Halsey, and Lamberton, who
takes Brown’s place at right end, are the only
changes announced by Coach Rush. The remainder of
the team is the same that started the Dartmouth
contest. Lamberton until recently was a substitute
halfback. The changes are believed to have
materially strengthened the Princeton combination
at its weakest point.
Harvard will present a team on edge for the battle,
and, with the remarkable open-field running of
Capt. Mahan, hopes to carry away the honors. The
Crimson, however, is to face a much stronger
opponent than it did last year, when Princeton was
defeated 20 to 0. Neither of the rival coaches will
make any predictions prior to the start of the
game; both are hopeful, however, and say their men
will fight to the last ditch.
The largest crowd that ever saw a Harvard-Princeton
game in this little town is on hand to see the
fray. The demand for tickets was so great that
the supply of 41,000 was exhausted. It was the
usual colorful crowd, bedecked with the crimson of
Harvard and the yellow and black of the Tigers,
that wended its way from the special trains from
New York and Philadelphia early to-day to Palmer
Stadium. Automobiles by the hundreds brought
thousands of spectators. Old Princeton graduates,
back for the annual game, held impromptu reunions
on the campus or on Nassau Street, or made a tour
of inspection of the University buildings to note
the changes since they were last here.
The Cambridge players came in from New York on a
special during the morning, and were given a great
welcome by hundreds of Harvard men who had preceded
the squad here. Members of the scrub elevens of
the two institutions who have worked hard all
season giving practice to their respective ’varsity
teams played a game in the forenoon which attracted
a big crowd.
The lineup will be as follows:
PRINCETON. HARVARD.
Highley, l. e. Soucy, l. e.
McLean, l. t. Gilman, l. t.
Nourse, l. g. Dadmun, l. g.
Gennert, c. Wallace, c.
Hogg, r. g. Taylor, r. g.
Parisette, r. t. Parson, r. t.
Lamberton, r. e. Harte, r. e.
Glick (c), qb. Watson, qb.
Shea, l. hb. King, l. hb.
Tibbott, r. hb. Boles, r. hb.
Driggs, fb. Mahan (c), fb.
Officials: Referee, W. S. Langford, Trinity;
umpire, Dr. Carl Williams, Pennsylvania; field
judge, E. S. Land, Annapolis; head linesman, G. N.
Bankart, Dartmouth. Time of periods fifteen minutes
each.
Game starts 2 P. M.
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THE DAY OF THE GAME
_New York Evening Post_
BY FAIR PLAY.
CAMBRIDGE, November 7.--Brave north-west
winds, a blue sky with heavy clouds drifting
across, sunlight with a glint of steel in it, and
air with a tang, were the weather conditions which
added zest to the spirit with which Cambridge
greeted the day of her big game of the season, the
contest for gridiron supremacy between the Harvard
and Princeton football elevens. The game with Yale
will be played two weeks hence at New Haven, and
as a consequence Nassau takes Eli’s place in the
Cantabrigian scheme of things.
Enthusiasm is keen both here and in Boston; for
since the Crimson and Orange and Black resumed
football relations in 1911, after a lapse of
fifteen years, interest in this annual struggle has
increased in the public mind, as in the estimation
of adherents of the rival universities, until now
it has taken a place among the gridiron classics of
the year.
The fact that of all the important university
elevens Harvard and Princeton are the only two that
have not met defeat this season is taken into
account as emphasizing the importance of the game,
there being something of a supplemental thrill in
the probability that by five o’clock this afternoon
the record of two unbeaten elevens will be reduced
to one.
A striking note about Cambridge to-day is the
absence of Crimson banners in the hands of Harvard
enthusiasts. Red flags are barred under the
law, and the Socialists have insisted upon the
enforcement of the ordinance. No one is permitted
to carry the colors of fair Harvard, under pain
of arrest, and, while there was a tendency on the
part of certain indignant students and alumni to
make a test of the law which, by the way, was
aimed at anarchists and militant Socialists, the
Harvard authorities deemed it unwise thus to force
the issue. So a formal request was issued by the
management that Harvard’s arterial red be not borne
to-day. This is said to apply, also, to arm-bands
and to handkerchiefs, which will defeat the ancient
Harvard custom of the Cambridge cheering section
forming a red-and-white H. An attempt will be
made to have the law amended, so as to exempt the
University from its provisions, which afflict
Harvard so grievously at present.
The whole thing is ridiculous, absurd; but the law
stands, and it has to be obeyed. In the meantime
there appears to be no objection to red carnations
and American beauty roses, nor even to red neckties
or hosiery. Just the same, the Harvard stands are
likely to be more sombre this afternoon than is
usual when big games are played in the stadium.
There is no ban, however, upon the orange and the
black, and so, Princetonians, of whom there will
be several thousands inside the gray walls of the
arena on the River Charles, may be as garish as
they please.
Cambridge was overlaid with gold to-day, not the
gold of Old Nassau, but nature’s purest sunlight.
It rested on old buildings of the yard, flooded
the streets, and tipped the tiny wavelets of the
Charles with silver. No day better qualified for
football at its best ever smiled upon this old
university seat. On the inspiring breeze was borne
the odor of burnt leaves and of wood smoke; the
call of the great out of doors was too potent for
even the most dry-as-dust professor to resist.
Every one was out early; every one was talking
football. Concrete point to the excitement
developed shortly after noon when the graduates and
students began to assemble for their parade through
the University and thence to the field. The alumni
representing classes as far back as the sixties,
and coming down to the class of 1913, met in front
of University Hall, the seniors in front of Weld,
the juniors at Grays, the sophomores at Matthews,
and the freshmen at Massachusetts. The procession
was scheduled to start at one o’clock, headed by
a band, which was to lead the way about the yard,
and finally after a season of cheering both for the
various classes and the University and the football
eleven, the route led out of the Johnson Gate and
so to the Stadium.
The Harvard team passed the night in seclusion at
the Brookline Country Club--so, as a Harvard wag
put it, they would not be forced to hear even the
faintest echoes of the Harvard-Princeton Glee Club
“massacre” in Memorial Hall. The Tigers rested far
from the heart of turmoil, out at the Woodland Park
Hotel in Auburndale. In the meantime, the Princeton
supporters, who had not the necessity of keeping
strict training, disported themselves in various
agreeable ways at the Copley Plaza, while Harvard
men, staying up late, were to be found everywhere.
Neither team physically is in just the condition
that the coaches would like to have it. Not that
they are overtrained at all, but various important
cogs in either machine have suffered in the remote
or recent past from sprains and pulled tendons,
which, while healed, may recur at the most
inopportune moment. For Princeton, Glick, Talbott
and Ed. Trenkman are liable in this respect, while
Mahan and Pennock of the Harvard eleven are in the
same boat. Wallace, the Harvard centre, will not
enter the lineup because of slow recovery from
a blow in the head received in the game against
Michigan. Thus Bigelow will have to play in his
place, and this is regarded as weakening the
Crimson centre to some extent. Highley and Shea
will start as ends for Princeton. Managers of both
elevens express themselves as delighted with the
condition of the gridiron, and are pleased, also,
with the assurances of the weatherwise that by
afternoon the wind will be a negligible quantity.
The line-up follows:
HARVARD.
Player, class, and position: Age. Ht. Wt.
T. J. Coolidge, ’15, l. e. 21 5 11¾ 175
K. B. G. Parson, ’16, l. t. 22 6 02½ 187
M. Weston, ’15, l. g. 20 6 03½ 194
D. J. Wallace, ’16, centre 21 5 11 174
S. B. Pennock, ’15, r. g. 22 5 08½ 203
W. H. Trumbull, ’15, r. t. 21 6 01½ 190
H. R. Hardwick, ’15, r. e. 22 5 11 171
M. J. Logan, ’15, qb. 21 5 08½ 150
E. W. Mahan, ’16, l. hb. 22 5 11 169
F. J. Brandlee, ’15, r. hb. 21 5 11½ 178
H. Francke, ’15, fb. 20 6 00¾ 189
SUBSTITUTES.
J. L. Bigelow, ’16, t. and c. 22 6 00 182
C. A. Coolidge, jr., ’17, e. 20 5 10½ 161
L. Curtis, ’16, e. 21 6 01½ 175
W. Rollins, ’15, hb. 20 5 07½ 158
H. St. J. Smith, ’15, e. 23 6 01 174
E. G. Swigert, ’16, qb. 22 5 07 147
D. C. Watson, ’16, qb. 19 5 09 148
A. J. Weatherhead, ’15, e. 22 5 10 168
W. Whitney, ’16, hb. 21 5 10 157
W. Wilcox, ’16, qb. and hb. 19 5 08 143
F. B. Withington, ’15, g. 23 6 01½ 184
PRINCETON.
H. M. Lamberton, ’16, l. e. 21 6 00 178
W. McLean, ’17, l. t. 19 5 11½ 180
W. J. Shenk, ’15, l. g. 23 5 10½ 179
A. E. Gennert, ’17, c. 18 5 11 180
E. Trenkman, ’15, r. g. 21 5 11¾ 194
H. R. Ballin, ’15, r. t. 20 6 01 194
H. G. Brown, ’16, r. e. 20 5 11 174
K. L. Ames, jr., ’16, qb. 20 5 10½ 160
F. Trenkman, ’15, l. hb. 23 5 08 180
F. Glick, ’16, r. hb. 21 5 09 178
E. H. Driggs, jr., ’17, fb. 19 5 11 178
SUBSTITUTES.
P. Bigler, ’17, t. 21 5 10 176
J. S. Baker, ’15, e. 20 5 10 174
M. A. Charles, ’17, e. 21 5 10½ 176
J. T. A. Doolittle, ’15, hb. 22 5 08¾ 159
C. A. Dickerman, ’17, hb. 22 5 10 169
C. C. Highley, ’17, e. 19 5 11 162
T. T. Hogg, ’17, g. 20 6 04 193
W. D. Love, ’16, t. 21 5 10 186
B. C. Law, ’16, hb. 19 5 11 163
R. Nourse, ’17, c. & t. 19 5 11½ 186
E. L. Shea, ’16, e. 21 5 10 166
D. M. Tibbott, ’17, hb. 18 5 10 170
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NOTE--_The detailed story, play by play,
followed this under a separate head._
FOOTBALL GAME
_Springfield Republican_
Yale. Princeton.
Brann, Gould, l e r e, Shea, Brown
Talbott, Loughridge,
C. Sheldon, l t r t, Ballin
Conroy, Oakes, l g r g, E. Trenkmann, Hogg
White, c c, Gennert, Haviland
Walden, r g l g, Shenk, Swart
Betts, J. Sheldon,
Von Holt, r t l t, McLean, Love
Stillman, Carter, r e l e, Highley, Lamberton,
Rayhill, Brown
A. Wilson, Easton, q b q b, Ames, Eberstadt, Glick
Ainsworth, Cornell,
l h b r h b, Glick, F. Trenkmann,
Boland, Law
Knowles, Scovil, r h b l h b, Tibbott, Dickerman
Le Gore, Guernsey, f b f b, Driggs, Moore
Score, Yale 19, Princeton 14. Touchdowns,
Ainsworth, Brann, Scovil, Moore, Glick. Goals from
touchdowns, Le Gore, Law 2. Referee, Nathan Tufts
of Brown. Umpire, Carl Marshall of Harvard. Head
linesman, J. W. Beacham of Cornell. Field judge,
Fred W. Burleigh of Exeter.
* * * * *
The Yale football team defeated Princeton’s eleven
yesterday afternoon, 19 to 14, in a game which, for
thrilling climax, rivaled modern stage craft at its
best. Beaten back and scored upon with apparent
ease during the first three periods of play, the
Tigers tore loose with a smashing attack in the
final 15 minutes of the game and fairly riddled
Eli’s line. Twice the orange and black swept
across the blue goal line and the Princeton men
were fighting desperately for the third touchdown,
which would have given them victory, when the
timer’s call ended Princeton’s chances and Yale’s
apprehensions.
No similar situation has developed in the
annual game between these two university teams
in many years, and with its thrilling moments
of spectacular play and gripping uncertainty,
the contest formed a most fitting dedication of
Princeton’s new Palmer memorial stadium.
The setting for the Tigers’ dying rally of the
season of 1914 was as perfect as if the final
scenes had been planned weeks in advance. Forty
thousand spectators from all points of the compass
invaded Princeton, bearing the flags and emblems
of the rival institutions. The weather man’s gift
to the day’s contest was perfect weather overhead
and a turf unsurpassed for football. The great
gray horseshoe with its innumerable tiers of seats
was filled, with the exception of the curve at the
north end. With a warm sun and an almost entire
absence of wind, heavy wraps were unnecessary, yet
down on the green turf of the gridiron shaded by
the high walls of the stadium the players fought
out the struggle to the end without suffering the
inconvenience usually experienced by combatants on
an Indian summer day.
During three-quarters of the game there was nothing
to indicate the sensational climax with which the
Princeton team was to mark its first game against
Yale in its new football arena. Forced to take
the defensive from the very beginning of play,
the Tigers showed little defensive strength at
any time, and the blue combination scored in each
quarter.
The contest opened with an exchange of punts,
intermingled with the efforts of the rival
quarterbacks to ascertain the strength and
weaknesses of their opponents. Princeton soon found
that she could make no progress either through
the line or around the ends, and punted at every
opportunity. Yale opened with an assortment of
stabbing line plunges and knife-like dives just
outside of tackle. The progress, however, was
not rapid, and the Elis soon fell back on their
mixture of forward and rugby passing. The initial
score came when, having secured the ball well in
Princeton’s territory, Wilson took his center’s
pass and, after a short run along the left side
of Princeton’s line, passed the ball back to Le
Gore. The powerful Yale fullback in turn ran a
short distance and made a beautiful forward pass to
Ainsworth, who had rushed up-field, and the latter
ran more than 20 yards for a touchdown, from which
Le Gore failed to kick goal.
Similar tactics were pursued in the second period,
when Yale, with short gains by line plunges and
overhead passes, reached a point inside the Tigers’
final five-yard mark. Here Princeton held firmly
and the blue was obliged to seek the aerial route
for scoring, Le Gore making a short pass over the
line to Brann, who touched down the ball, whereupon
Le Gore added an additional point by a goal
following the punt out.
Scarcely had the third period opened when a
40-yard forward pass, Le Gore to Brann, gave Yale
the ball inside Princeton’s 20-yard mark. Six
rushes, in which Scovil, Wilson and Le Gore worked
alternately, put the ball across the line for
Yale’s third and final touchdown. Le Gore failed
to kick the goal, and with a 19-point lead Coach
Hinkey of Yale began to send in his substitutes.
For a few minutes the Eli second string of players
held the Tigers safe, but with the opening of the
final quarter Princeton’s jungle men took heart
and made a savage and maintained attack on Yale’s
substitutes with the result that in less than 15
minutes they had rolled up 14 points and were
threatening to snatch victory from the blue when
time expired.
The orange and black team played like a new
combination after the final minute of rest,
opening up a rushing game which swept the blues’
substitutes off their feet. Three, five and eight
yards at a clip, Princeton’s juggernaut rolled up
the field until Moore, on a zigzag 16-yard run
which twice carried him through the Yale line and
secondary defense, went over for the touchdown
from which Law kicked goal. Following the kick-off
came an exchange of punts and then the Tigers cut
loose again, ramming holes through the Eli forwards
and sweeping around the end, aided by close
interference until Glick plowed his way through the
blue combination for a second touchdown and Law
kicked goal.
Hinkey was by this time rushing back his ’varsity
players into line and backfield, but the Tiger,
once he tasted Yale blood, was not to be frightened
away. With less than five minutes of playing
time remaining, Princeton started its rush for a
third touchdown. Capt Talbott urged his players
frantically to make a last stand, and the Elis
responded nobly. Princeton found its gains cut
down from yards to feet and resorted to forward
passes, hoping to gain overhead the ground denied
them by straight football tactics. Forward pass
after forward pass was flung far up the field,
to be grounded or blocked by the blues’ alert
backfield until, when the timer’s whistle ended the
struggle, Princeton was holding the ball not far
from midfield.
Aside from this surprising flash of offensive
strength in the last quarter, Princeton was as
completely outplayed by Yale as by Harvard a
week ago. The wide open attack in which the blue
backfield passed the ball from player to player
in runs around the end and then suddenly switched
to long forward passes, appeared to bewilder and
dazzle the Tiger line and secondary defense just as
much as the crimson’s close formation and concealed
ball offense.
The jungle team appeared to have little if any plan
of campaign, punting frequently upon the first or
second down with the apparent idea that the ends
would recover the ball following a Yale fumble. In
this respect the Elis refused to be accommodating,
Le Gore and Wilson handling Driggs’s and Law’s
drives cleanly and frequently running the ball back
from 10 to 15 yards before being downed.
Princeton was outdistanced in these kicking duels,
Le Gore gaining steadily on each exchange of punts
with Driggs. When these gains had driven the Tigers
well into their own territory Yale struck viciously
and, with a bewildering attack, quickly carried the
ball over for a score. From a defensive standpoint
the Yale first-string team was never in danger
from Princeton’s attack, and it was not until the
second and third-string substitutes went in that
the orange and black football machine could make
consistent progress.
The statistics of play bear out the superiority of
the Yale team. Yale gained 298 yards by rushing
to Princeton’s 145 and made 15 first downs to the
Tigers’ 11. Yale essayed seven forward passes to
Princeton’s 10, gaining 69 yards to Princeton’s 0.
Yale punted 27 times to Princeton’s 40 and showed
an average gain of close to four yards in each
exchange of punts.
Penalties were numerous throughout the four
periods, Yale losing 80 yards in eight setbacks
to Princeton’s 60 in seven infringements of the
rules. Yale made three fumbles to Princeton’s
one, recovering one to Princeton’s two. Including
the original line-up, substitutions and
re-substitutions, 57 players took part in the game,
which is in all probability a record for a contest
of the caliber of the Yale-Princeton match.
While in all-around team work Yale outshone
Princeton, the Tigers uncovered several players who
from an individual standpoint held their own with
the Eli stars. Capt. Ballin was, as usual, a tower
of strength. E. Trenkmann also played a splendid
game, both these men frequently penetrating the
blue backfield and stopping rushes or going down
field under kicks on a line with their ends.
Gennert’s passing was at times ragged, but he was
hurried by the concerted charging of his opponents.
In the last quarter Dickerman and Glick showed
remarkable ability in line plunging and end runs,
frequently carrying several Yale tacklers from one
to three yards before they were finally swept from
their feet.
For Yale, Le Gore and Scovil were the stars from an
offensive standpoint. When carrying the ball they
kept their feet, following interference or finding
holes in the line with remarkable skill. Le Gore
also figured prominently in the forward passing,
his long spiral heaves to Brann and Ainsworth
at times reaching the proportions of a kick.
Quarterback Wilson handled his team cleverly and
selected plays with splendid judgment.
In the line Capt. Talbott played a game which
proved that he has fully recovered from his
injuries and will give the Harvard men plenty of
work next week at New Haven in the closing game of
the Yale and Harvard schedules.
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FOOTBALL GAME
_Springfield Republican_
CAMBRIDGE, Saturday, October 24.
Harvard narrowly escaped defeat to-day by Penn
State, which outplayed the crimson in all
departments. The score ended in a tie, 13 to
13. For 46 minutes Penn State drove the Harvard
’varsity substitutes about the field, and scored a
touchdown and a goal from the field in the first 12
minutes of play.
The visitors outrushed, outkicked and outmaneuvered
the crimson, but lost a chance for victory through
two costly fumbles. In the second period, with
the score 10 to 0 against it, Harvard recovered a
fumble on Penn State’s eight-yard line. On three
attempts Harvard could make no gain, but a score
came when C. Coolidge caught a forward pass across
the goal line. Penn State increased its lead to 13
points toward the end of the game on another field
goal.
Two minutes before play ended, Harvard recovered
the ball on a fumble on the visitors’ 40-yard
line. On the second play, three rapidly-executed
lateral passes, based on the rugby game, as
recently taught the crimson squad by the Canadian
players, completely mystified Penn State. Willcox
ran the distance to the goal line for the score.
He was tackled with a yard to go, but managed to
fall across the line. Amid a breathless silence
Withington kicked goal and the score was tied.
Penn State rushed 54 times for 173 yards gain,
while the crimson made but 95 yards on 72 rushes.
Penn State had six first downs, while Harvard made
but two.
Lamb, Penn’s big tackle, booted the ball on the
kick-off to Francke on Harvard’s 10-yard line. The
new back came in to his own 32-yard line, where he
was downed. On the third play, Francke was forced
to kick. James caught the ball on Penn’s 30-yard
line, returning seven yards. Here the Penn State
power flashed. Tobin snatched two yards at right
tackle, followed by James, who made a quarterback
run around the same side for 15 yards, placing the
ball past midfield.
Tobin then, huddled behind superb interference,
sped around Coolidge’s end for 25 yards. After two
plays had failed, Lamb kicked a field goal for Penn
State from the 32-yard line.
Tobin took Bradlee’s kick-off on his own 13-yard
line and ran it back 21 yards. Higgins then
slipped around right end for five yards, and his
interference so successfully smothered Soucy that
the new Harvard end was carried from the field.
At the hospital it was found that he had pulled a
ligament in his right leg, which was badly bruised.
It was not long after the first score that the
visitors carried the ball down the field again.
The tally came after McKinlock failed to make a
drop kick, the ball falling into James’s arms on
his five-yard line. After several big gains, Clark
carried the ball over on a delayed run around left
end. Lamb kicked goal. The first quarter ended with
the score 10 to 0, in favor of Penn State.
Toward the end of the second period Harvard got
a chance to score. On the fourth down Bradlee
kicked to James, who was downed in his tracks on
the seven-yard line. Penn State tried another
trick play and again a fumble lost her the ball.
Swigert had replaced Watson at the beginning of the
quarter. He dropped back and heaved the ball to C.
Coolidge, who stood with one foot almost on the
line marking the limit of the zone behind the goal
line, when he successfully pulled down the ball for
a touchdown. Bradlee failed to kick goal.
About the end of the last quarter Penn got another
chance to score, when Tobin intercepted a forward
pass from Swigert. Lamb booted a placement goal
over from the 26-yard line, making the score 13 to
6 for Penn. There were only six minutes to play and
Harvard was desperate. Willcox replaced Rollins
at left half and made it possible for Harvard to
tie the score. When James fumbled the ball, R. C.
Curtis gathered it in and made it Harvard’s ball on
the 49-yard line. There were two minutes to play.
On the first play there was a general mix-up, and
suddenly the ball shot out from the Harvard line to
Willcox, who started like a shot for Penn’s goal
line. He dodged Barron, and then went flying past
three more backs. The last five yards were covered
with Kratt and Higgins hanging to him, but, when
the two visitors had been peeled off Willcox, the
ball was found over the line by several inches.
Withington’s sure kick tied the score for Harvard
with one minute left to play. The line-up:--
Harvard. Penn State.
T. J. Coolidge, C. Coolidge, le r e, Thomas,
Barron, Morris
R. C. Curtis, Parson, l t r t, Lamb
Underwood, Withington, l g r g, McDonnell
Wallace, c c, Wood
Weston, r g l g, Miller
Bigelow, r t l t, Kratt
Soucy, Weatherhead, r e l e, Higgins
Watson, Swigert, q b q b, James
McKinlock, Whitney, Rollins,
Willcox, l h b r h b, Tobin
Francke, King, r h b l h b, Welly,
Edgerton
Bradlee, McKinlock, f b f b, Clark
Score, Harvard 13, Penn State 13. Touchdowns, C.
Coolidge, Willcox, Clark. Goals from touchdowns,
Withington, Lamb. Goals from field, Lamb 2.
Referee, W. N. Morne of Penn. Umpire, Fred W.
Murphy of Brown. Head linesman, G.V. Brown of
Boston A. A. Time, 30-minute halves.
* * * * *
ANALYSIS OF FOOTBALL GAME
_New York Evening Post_
(Condensed)
BY FAIR PLAY.
If there was a Yale graduate who did not feel the
impulse to stand in his place and uncover silently
to a little knot of athletes in blue gathered to
give their bulldog bark of victory at the close
of a bitterly fought struggle with Princeton in
the Bowl on Saturday, that graduate had lost the
edge of a certain fine spirit which the sons of
Eli are supposed to take with them out into the
world. From their seats the undergraduates stormed
on to the field, gyrating in their uncontained
exuberance, cheering, shouting, writhing in the
intricacies of the snake dance. And they did well,
these ebullient undergrads--precisely what they
should have done; but to the thinking Yale men
whose remoteness from their student days has seen
year piled on year, there must have come deeper
emotions which made, shall we say, for reverence,
rather than for the casting off of mental, not to
say physical, restraint. For the Yale eleven did a
memorable thing on Saturday. Through sheer spirit,
through indomitable determination, through utter
willingness to give the final measure of physical
sacrifice, those men of Yale lifted from the muck
a bedraggled, bedaubed blue banner, holding it
on high so that it floated and snapped proudly
once more, glorified by the light of victory. It
was fine. It meant more, that victory--stood for
more--than the mere winning of a football game.
It went deep into the roots of extra-curricular
endeavor and gave that sanction for intercollegiate
contest which does not always appear. The elements
that won that game against a powerful, spirited
rival are elements that not even the most dryasdust
pedant, wedded to the scholastic cloister, can
talk down. And it is good for Yale or any other
university, to have these developed upon the field
of competitive athletics as in other departments
of college life, essential and subsidiary. In the
matter of Saturday’s game, this applies as much to
those who, filled with foreboding, assembled none
the less thousands upon thousands to cheer and sing
for Yale, as to the players.
“I don’t know that we can hold Princeton,” said
a Yale coach a few hours before the contest.
“Privately, I don’t think we can. But you may count
upon this: not a man of Yale will yield to-day
until he is carried from the field.”
That was the spirit that won for Yale, the spirit
that won against an eleven better equipped to play
finished football, against an outfit which gained
two yards to Yale’s one, which made twelve first
downs to Yale’s four.
* * *
If the Tigers had not matched the best fighting
qualities of Princeton spirit against the best that
Yale spirit stands for the lustre of Yale’s feat
would not have been so bright--would have lost
much of its significance. But that grim, undying
quality, win or lose, that Princeton partisans look
for and expect was not lacking in the Orange and
Black. The contest was fought out to the end, with
the enormous throng standing spellbound, cheers
and inarticulate cries muffled in their throats,
watching the balance of victory as it inclined this
way and that. The contest had not the technical
excellence of some big games we have seen--from
this standpoint the Harvard-Princeton game was
superior--but in its spectacular characteristics,
in its sequence of thrills, in its swift, shuttling
changes, it stood out by itself.
* * *
In Princeton Yale defeated an eleven which
possessed a stronger and more varied attack,
with a defence which could keep the Blue from
rushing the ball into what may be termed promising
touchdown territory. In all that the term implies
the Tigers had a machine which was superior to the
Yale machine, inasmuch as it had the power not
only to gain in midfield, but to cross the chalk
marks. The Tigers made one touchdown by clean
rushing and forward passing, and had a break not
occurred at the supreme moment, her rushing prowess
in the last quarter would have been rewarded by
another touchdown. Further Glick’s generalship
was execrable upon many occasions. In the first
quarter Wilson dropped a long booming punt from
Driggs, and Highley, picking it up on the bound,
was tackled one stride short of getting clear for a
touchdown. The ball was on Yale’s thirty-yard line.
Now, instead of going outside tackle, Princeton
essayed a series of centre bucks with quarter and
halves, which every Princeton scout must have told
Glick could not succeed against Yale. Thus the
downs were exhausted. Guernsey punted weakly from
his twenty-yard line, giving Princeton the ball on
Yale’s twenty-seven-yard mark, where instead of
going off tackle or around the end Princeton tried
two line plunges and then threw the ball away by
a forward pass over the goal line, the same being
translated automatically into a touchback for
Yale. Thereafter, throughout the game, Princeton
turned time and again to centre plunges, usually
unsuccessfully, whereas not many of her sweeps
around the Yale wings failed to gain materially.
They say her gains in this way were sporadic,
but this was only because the play was attempted
sporadically. Nassau’s off-tackle plays and delayed
passes gained a great deal of ground and put Yale
in danger more than once; yet usually a down or
two were used up on centre bucks, when Princeton
should have known she was wasting her strength.
Where Yale was vastly superior to Princeton was in
following the ball and in holding it.
* * *
Yale’s first goal was clean and untarnished.
Guernsey kicked it from the fifty-three-yard
line, and it was as fine an effort as I have ever
seen. The ball struck the cross bar and toppled
over. But Yale’s second field goal was a direct
gift from Princeton. Brown was sent in to relieve
Highley and committed the gross and inexcusable
error of speaking to Capt. Glick before reporting
to the referee. The referee promptly and justly
set Princeton back fifteen yards to her own
twenty-eight yard line. After two rushes had failed
to gain, Yale did the obvious thing; she sent
Guernsey back to kick a field goal. This he did.
Princeton then fell to work and rushed the ball
downfield to the Yale goal line, where the ball
was held directly on the final chalk-mark before
it was finally pushed an inch or two over; it was
a splendid piece of grim defence by Yale, but the
ball was too close. Thus the half ended. The half
was characterized by a piece of roughness on the
part of a Princeton man who hurled himself upon a
prostrate Yale receiver of a forward pass after he
had been downed. Princeton was justly penalized
for undue roughness, as she was in the last period
when a Princetonian roughed a Yale player in a play
which ended out of bounds. Such incidents leave a
bad taste in the mouth. It was done in the heat of
a hot game, and no injury resulted because of no
real design to injure, but that is no excuse.
* * *
The second half assumed a blue tinge almost
immediately when Tibbott dropped a long spiral
from Guernsey and Way picked up the ball and
ran for a touchdown. The remainder of the third
period was characterized by one or two well-worked
forward passes and some goodly gains off tackle by
Princeton, with Yale on the defensive satisfied
as matters stood. The fourth period saw Princeton
hungry for a score, playing like all-possessed,
with Yale conducting herself cautiously, and
always seeking to get Guernsey in a position to
drop a field goal. But the Elis--who were not
able to make a first down in this half--would
not have got sufficiently near to Princeton’s
goal to try a kick for score had not Dickerman
dropped a Yale punt on his eighteen-yard line,
Yale recovering. The Blue could not gain, but
profited by Dickerman’s fumble to the extent of
giving Guernsey a chance for a dropkick. He made
the goal cleanly, but it did not count because of
holding on the part of Yale; the holding may or
may not have affected the success of the kick, but
rules are rules, and the holding was obvious even
to some of the spectators. A few minutes later
Princeton, with Moore in the lineup, took advantage
of a weak punt against the wind by Guernsey and
unleashed an irresistible attack, which started
from Yale’s thirty-two-yard line. End-runs and
off-tackle plays, with a forward pass to spread
Yale’s defence, took the ball to Eli’s seven-yard
line. Here was what the Princeton adherents had
been looking for; the multitude of sixty-odd
thousand became so quiet that the quarterback’s
signals echoed and reëchoed throughout the immense
amphitheatre. An assault at the line was killed for
a loss. Then, with the Yale defence packed closely
to the left, Glick took the ball and gave it to
Dickerman. The Yale defence dashed straight in. The
fleet-footed Moore, sprinting to the right, was
completely clear. Dickerman threw the ball to him
laterally. It was not a perfect throw, but it was
within reach of the fast-running Moore, who, with a
clean catch, could have walked over the goal-line.
But it glanced from his fingers. He still had time
to pick it up on the bound and score; the oval hit
his knee and bounded over the side-line, in touch.
Right there waned and flickered Princeton’s last
hope, a hope valiantly essayed, a hope which died
at the moment when it was being translated into a
flaming reality. The contest ended a few minutes
later. In justice to Moore it may be said that
Dickerman’s toss might have been better done. It
came too swift, too much in a line, still, the
throw might have been spoiled had it gone too
slowly.
* * *
Where Yale shone, wherein she has hope to make
trouble for Harvard, is in her punting and
drop-kicking, her down field ability and sharp
tackling of her team; the close, unerring following
of the ball and the splendid spirit of the players
individually, and as a whole. Her wing defence and
defence off tackle must improve between now and
next Saturday, probably will. Her forward-passing
game is not dangerous, and she launches a driving
attack from her Minnesota shift formation better
qualified for midfield gains than for gains inside
her opponent’s thirty-five-yard line. Perhaps she
can work up her off-tackle slashes so that they
will carry farther than they did against Princeton,
but if she can repeatedly get Guernsey anywhere
from Harvard’s forty-yard line on she may not need
touchdowns in order to win. For Guernsey is a toe
artist of real stature. As to the Yale players
individually it is impossible to speak, because not
being numbered, the various men were identified
only by word of mouth and word of mouth is usually
inaccurate and misleading. Guernsey, of course,
was recognized because he did the punting, and Way
was known because he was prominent as a baseball
pitcher and, besides, wore no head guard. But as
to the exact identity of most of the rest I have
no notion upon which I may rely. One of the Yale
halfbacks played a slashing game offensively, and
the entire backfield shone in returning punts and
kickoffs. The three centre men were impregnable,
but the tackles and ends worked inconsistently
on off-tackle plays and end runs. Harvard may
take some unction in the fact that Yale can still
be fooled by an elusive attack. Yale’s basket
formation for forward-pass defence, four men
back, was well conceived--it was patterned after
the Harvard defence--but her normal defensive
arrangement of backs, three abreast, twelve yards
back, is open to grave criticism. She got her shift
into action in good style, and the backs started
quickly. She lacks long-gain plays.
* * *
John Rush has not the slightest cause for being
disheartened over the results of his first
season’s work. He gave to Princeton the first
offensive team she has had since 1899, a team which
made a splendid reputation up to her big games,
both of which, as a matter of fact, might have been
won under different circumstances. Rush constructed
an engine, a strong, impressive engine, several
parts of which snapped under high tension in the
course of the two supreme tests. In no way can Rush
be charged with the loss of either game. In both,
failures came through manual errors on the part of
individuals, and these no coach can prevent. Vide
Haughton and the Harvard-Cornell game. Princeton
in Rush has a rare jewel, who has made good
convincingly.
* * * * *
BASEBALL GAME
_Boston Post_
NEW YORK, Aug. 22.--New York made it two straight
over Chicago today, winning the second game of the
series by a score of 8 to 1. Cheney was wild and
ineffective in the third inning, when the champions
took a winning lead by scoring three runs. Vaughn,
a former member of the New York Americans, who is
trying to come back with Chicago, was not hard hit,
but the champions bunched their three hits with his
two passes for four runs.
Tesreau, the New York pitcher, was very wild,
but the Chicago batsmen could not hit him with
men on bases. Zimmerman fouled out twice with
the bases full. Chicago filled the bases in the
first inning with none out, on Leach’s triple and
passes to Evers and Schulte. Only one run was
scored, however, Saier’s infield out putting over
the tally. New York tied the score in the second
on Merkle’s single and steal, Snodgrass’ infield
out and McLean’s single. Three runs followed when
Cheney hit two men, issued a pass and was hit for a
single and a double.
Herzog made two doubles and a single in four times
up, and was responsible for five of the New York
runs, driving in two and scoring three. Archer, the
Chicago catcher, had a bad day. Five bases were
stolen on him, and he had two passed balls, one of
which let in a run.
The score:
NEW YORK. AB. R. BH. TB. PO. A. E.
Burns, l f 3 1 0 0 1 0 0
Shafer, 2b 2 1 0 0 1 5 0
Fletcher, ss 2 2 0 0 0 3 0
Herzog, 3b 4 3 3 5 2 0 0
Merkle, 1b 4 1 2 2 10 0 0
Murray, r f 4 0 1 1 3 0 0
Snodgrass, c f 3 0 0 0 4 0 0
McLean, c 4 0 1 1 6 0 0
Tesreau, p 4 0 0 0 0 3 0
-- -- -- -- -- -- --
Totals 30 8 7 9 27 11 0
CHICAGO. AB. R. BH. TB. PO. A. E.
Leach, c f 4 1 1 3 0 0 1
Evers, 2b 2 0 0 0 2 3 0
Schulte, r f 3 0 1 1 1 0 0
Zimmerman, 3b 4 0 1 1 1 4 0
Saier, 1b 3 0 1 1 11 1 0
Williams, l f 4 0 0 0 1 0 0
Bridwell, ss 3 0 0 0 1 1 0
Archer, c 4 0 1 1 4 2 0
Cheney, p 1 0 0 0 1 1 0
[_a_]Stewart 1 0 0 0 0 0 0
Vaughn, p 1 0 0 0 2 0 0
[_b_]Good, 1 0 0 0 0 0 0
-- -- -- -- -- -- --
Totals 31 1 5 7 24 12 1
[_a_] Batted for Cheney in the fifth.
[_b_] Batted for Vaughn in the ninth.
New York 0 1 3 0 1 0 3 0 --8
Chicago 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0--1
Two-base hits--Herzog 2. Three-base hit--Leach.
Stolen bases--Burns, Merkle 2, Murray, Herzog.
Double play--Fletcher to Shafer to Merkle. First
base on balls--Off Tesreau 6, off Cheney 3, off
Vaughn 2. Hit by pitcher--Fletcher, Snodgrass (by
Cheney). Passed balls--Archer 2. Hits--Off Cheney 4
in 4 innings, off Vaughn 3 in 4 innings. Time--1h.
50m. Umpires--Rigler and Byron.
* * * * *
BASEBALL GAME
_Boston Globe_
BY T. H. MURNANE.
The fourth game of the important series with the
Detroit Tigers at Fenway Park was a clean-cut
victory for the Boston team by a score of 2 to 1.
It was a great pitchers’ battle between Coveleskie,
the left-hander, and Ernie Shore, and the Boston
man won out by outstaying the Tiger pitcher.
It was the second time that Coveleskie has worked
in the series here, while Boston presented Shore
for the first time, although he proved by far the
strongest boxman the club had to tame the Tigers
with.
The visitors started off in a savage manner on the
Boston pitcher, scoring their only run on three
singles in succession. After that Shore seemed
to find himself, and with the assistance of some
clever throwing to second by Forrest Cady and grand
ground-covering by the Boston outfield, as well as
smooth work around the infield, Shore prevented the
Tigers from making the rounds of the bases after
the first inning.
The Boston run that tied the score in the second
was a gift by Owen Bush, who made a wild throw to
first on Barry’s grounder, and the winning run was
scored in the seventh inning on a single by Lewis
and a double by Barry, Crawford allowing the ball
to pass him while making a great try for a low
drive.
The intense rivalry between the two teams, although
subdued, was visible in many ways; and yet the game
went off smoothly, as most games do when umpired by
Billy Evans, and the large crowd was delighted with
its afternoon’s outing.
* * * * *
It was Rockland Day at Fenway Park and fully 1000
fans were present from that energetic town. Before
the game they marched around the field to the music
of a band; then they were ushered into the right
wing of the grandstand, where they had a delightful
afternoon, rooting for the Red Sox and punctuating
their applause with the bass drum.
As Rockland is a town where President Lannin
spent many of his boyhood days, he was especially
delighted to see such a splendid gathering. A
beautiful gold watch and chain were presented to
the Red Sox president.
There was also a large delegation of Boston waiters
present as President Lannin’s guests, and still
another large delegation will be out today. As the
waiters could not all leave business at once, they
split up their calls between two games.
The attendance given out, 11,315, did not include
the fans from Rockland or the waiters from Boston.
The day was dark and cloudy, and before three
innings were over a light sprinkling of rain caused
the fans in the bleachers to make for the covered
pavilions, where they were allowed to go. There was
quite a heavy sprinkle again in the fifth inning,
but the game went on, with a strong, cold wind
blowing across the field.
So intensely interesting was the game that the fans
sat as if glued to their seats until the last man
went out, when a good, stiff shout went up for the
Speed Boys, and the Tigers walked off the field
sore to the quick and in the worst kind of humor
for fan talk.
* * * * *
With one out in the first inning, Bush singled.
Cobb hit safely to center on the first ball.
Crawford singled over second, scoring Bush. Veach
was thrown out at first, and Burns was disposed
of by Janvrin, Boston getting out of a very bad
corner. The Red Sox went out in order on three weak
infield flies.
In the second Young was safe at first on a wild
throw by Cady. Baker hit to Janvrin, who refused to
toss the ball to Barry, but instead ran to second,
touched the bag and threw wild to first. No damage
was done, however, as Coveleskie flied to left and
Vitt was thrown out at first.
Gainor was hit by a pitched ball and sacrificed to
second by Lewis. Gardner struck out. Barry hit a
ball to short that Bush took well back of the line
and threw short to first, the ball bounding over
Burns’ shoulder and allowing Gainor to score the
tying run.
Bush opened the third with a single. Cobb smashed
a liner to center that Speaker made a great catch
of. Then Crawford and Veach sent high flies to the
outfield. Boston could make no headway against the
Tiger pitcher.
In the fourth inning both teams went out in order.
Gainor, having reached first, was doubled up on
Lewis’ grounder to the pitcher.
In the fifth, with two down, Bush was given a base
hit when Janvrin failed to get a ball that came to
him on a merry bound. Cobb got in a scratch single,
and with big Sam Crawford up it was a trying moment
until he sent a long fly that Speaker pulled down.
With two down in this inning, Cady dropped one in
right field for two bases, to see Shore thrown out
at first.
The Tigers went out in order in the sixth. Young,
drawing a pass, was nailed when he tried for
second, as Cady was in fine throwing form. Janvrin
was hit by a pitched ball, but never left first.
With two down in the seventh, Vitt singled and
tried for second, but again Cady’s throw was
perfect.
Lewis led off with a single to center. Gardner was
patient and got Coveleskie in for three balls. Then
came two strikes and Larry was forced to hit, Young
handling his fast grounder in fine style. Barry hit
a low liner to right that Crawford made a great try
for, the ball hitting the ground and rolling past
him, Lewis scoring what proved to be the winning
run.
It was now up to the Red Sox to hold their
advantage and keep the Tigers from scoring. Bush, a
hard man to get, was called out on strikes, Shore
displaying remarkably clever form at this stage
of the game. Cobb was forced to hit, as Shore was
putting the ball over the center of the pen. Ty
missed twice and then hit a sharp grounder that
Janvrin played to first. Crawford sent one to
Hooper and things brightened for the home team.
* * * * *
In the ninth Veach smashed a line fly to right that
Hooper timed to a nicety while playing very deep
and pulled down after a sharp run. Burns smashed
the first ball to the bank in left center for two
bases, and the Tigers got busy on the coaching
lines and in the dugout, cheering like wild men for
a hit.
Kavanagh was sent in to bat for Young, and drew a
pass, as Shore would not take a chance to groove a
ball for this slugger. McKee went to bat for Baker
and was thrown out by Shore.
With men at third and second, where a hit would
more than likely win the game for the Tigers, Dubuc
was sent in to bat for Coveleskie, with two down,
and he smashed away at the first ball dished up,
driving the leather to left center, where Speaker
pulled it down after a sharp run, and the game was
over.
The best fielding features were furnished by Bush,
who displayed remarkable ability in covering
ground, really making hard plays easy by his
phenomenally quick starts. Hooper and Speaker, as
well as Barry and Cady, did some sharp fielding for
the Red Sox.
But to Shore belongs about 75 per cent of the glory
for winning the game, for after the first inning he
settled down and was steady as well as effective.
He was given what belonged to him by Umpire Evans,
and was not forced to suffer as the other Boston
pitchers were, with Mr. Chill behind the plate. The
score:
BOSTON AB R BH TB PO A E
Hooper rf 4 0 0 0 2 0 0
Janvrin ss 3 0 1 1 2 3 0
Speaker cf 4 0 0 0 4 0 0
Gainor 1b 2 1 0 0 11 0 0
Lewis lf 3 1 1 1 2 0 0
Gardner 3b 3 0 0 0 0 1 0
Barry 2b 3 0 1 2 2 4 0
Cady c 3 0 1 2 4 2 1
Shore p 3 0 0 0 0 2 0
-- -- -- -- -- -- --
Totals 28 2 4 6 27 12 1
DETROIT
Vitt 3b 4 0 1 1 1 0 0
Bush ss 4 1 3 3 2 3 1
Cobb cf 4 0 2 2 1 0 0
Crawford rf 4 0 1 1 0 0 0
Veach lf 4 0 0 0 1 0 0
Burns 1b 4 0 1 2 11 0 0
Young 2b 2 0 0 0 3 4 0
Baker c 3 0 0 0 5 0 0
Coveleskie p 3 0 0 0 0 4 0
[D]Kavanagh 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
[E]McKee 1 0 0 0 0 0 0
[F]Dubuc 1 0 0 0 0 0 0
-- -- -- -- -- -- --
Totals 34 1 8 9 24 11 1
[D] Batted for Young in ninth.
[E] Batted for Baker in ninth.
[F] Batted for Coveleskie in ninth.
Innings 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
Boston 0 1 0 0 0 0 1 0 --2
Detroit 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0--1
Earned runs, Detroit, Boston. Two-base hits, Cady,
Burns, Barry. Sacrifice hit, Lewis. Base on balls,
by Shore 2, by Coveleskie. First base on errors,
Boston, Detroit. Left on bases, Boston 5, Detroit
7. Struck out, by Shore 4, by Coveleskie 3. Double
play, Coveleskie, Young and Burns. Hit by pitched
ball, by Coveleskie, Janvrin, Gainor. Time, 1h 52m.
Umpires, Evans and Chill.
* * * * *
BASEBALL GAME
_New York Times_
Look: there he goes!!
Ty Cobb is loose again on a base galloping spree.
He romps to first on a single. Slim Caldwell
pitches to Nunamaker, and the ball nestles in his
big mitt. Cobb, a few feet off first, suddenly
bolts into action and races to second. Nunamaker,
amazed at the Georgian’s daring, stands dumfounded.
He throws the ball to Dan Boone just as the
Southern Flyer jumps into second base. The steel
spikes flash in the waning sun and Cobb is lost in
a cloud of dust. Nunamaker’s nervous toss rolls
into centre field and the Georgia Gem bounds to
his feet and tears to third. He’s as safe as the
Bank of England. Cobb’s sarcastic smile angers his
hoodwinked opponents.
Now the speed-crazed comet dashes up and down the
third-base line, trying to rattle Caldwell. Will
Cobb have the nerve to try to steal home? You said
it; he will. Caldwell doesn’t think so. No one
thinks so, but Cobb. The Yanks’ lanky pitcher hurls
the ball at the batsman like a rifle ball. As the
ball left his hand Cobb bounded over the ground
like a startled deer.
At the plate crouched Nunamaker. He was so
surprised that he didn’t know his own name. Cobb
dashed through the air toward the scoring pan. His
lithe body swerved away from Nunamaker’s reach and
clouds of dirt kicked up by his spikes blinded the
eyes of Nunamaker, Caldwell, and Silk O’Loughlin.
The umpire ruled that the catcher didn’t touch
Cobb. He also ruled that Cobb hadn’t touched the
plate. While the Yankee players were protesting
Cobb sneaked around the bunch and touched the
plate.
A smart young feller, this same Cobb.
The bold piracy of Captain Kidd was like taking
ice-cream cones from children compared with
that. Caldwell threw his glove high in the air
in derision at O’Loughlin’s decision. Naturally
Caldwell and Nunamaker were in a very disturbed
state of mind.
So is a man when a “dip” relieves him of his
watch-chain and wallet. Cobb pulled the wool over
their eyes like a “sharper” unloading mining stock
on a Rube. Caldwell was put out of the game for
being mad because Cobb had outwitted him.
Aside from this outburst of daring the Southern
Flyer also contributed all the other means whereby
the Detroits were able to shut out the Yankees at
the Polo Grounds yesterday by a score of 3 to 0.
Oscar Vitt had teased a pass from Caldwell in the
first inning. Cobb strutted chestily to the bat.
From the coaching lines pearls of oratorical wisdom
began to drop from Hughie Jennings’s chiseled lips.
It sounded like this: “Come on you, Ty boy,
attababy. Only one out, O, Ty. Bring ’em in; you
kin do it. Old pepperino, Ty boy. Attaway to hit a
baseball. E-E-E-Eh Yah, here we go.”
Cobb gracefully swung on the ball. With a
resounding crash it started on its dizzy flight
between right and centre fields. The Georgia racer
gathered speed as he went along. Bounding over the
ground like a phantom, he turned first, flashed
past second, and pulled up smiling at third, with
Vitt already over the pan. Cobb’s batting .400.
Going up?
Then came old Sam Crawford, Cobb’s partner in the
pitcher-wrecking business. Sam would never leave
his friend Cobb stranded like a wooden Indian
on the bases, not if he could help it. Crawford
reasoned this way. He figured that if he didn’t
propel Tyrus home, Cobb would steal home, anyway,
and cause the Yankees a lot of embarrassment. So
Wahoo Sam cracked out a single and Cobb walked
home. The score:
DETROIT.
AB R H PO A
Bush, ss 4 0 1 4 4
Vitt, 3b 3 1 0 3 3
Cobb, cf 4 2 2 1 0
C’ford, rf 4 0 1 1 0
Veach, lf 4 0 0 0 0
Kav’h, 1b 4 0 1 13 1
Young, 2b 3 0 0 1 7
McKee, c 2 0 0 4 0
Dubuc, p 3 0 0 0 0
-- -- -- -- --
Total 31 3 5 27 15
NEW YORK.
AB R H PO A
M’sel, 3b 4 0 1 0 0
P’p’gh, ss 4 0 0 4 4
Cree, cf 4 0 1 5 0
Pipp, 1b 3 0 0 9 1
Cook, rf 3 0 0 1 0
H’tz’l, lf 3 0 1 2 0
Boone, 2b 4 0 1 1 1
Sw’ney, c 3 0 0 5 0
[G]High 0 0 0 0 0
N’m’ker, c 0 0 0 0 1
C’well, p 3 0 0 0 2
Pieh, p 0 0 0 0 0
-- -- -- -- --
Total 31 0 4 27 9
[G] Ran for Sweeney in seventh inning.
Errors--Vitt, Nunamaker.
Detroit 2 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 1--3
New York 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0--0
Two-base hit--Maisel. Three-base hit--Cobb. Stolen
bases--Cook, Cobb (2.) Earned runs--Detroit, 2.
Sacrifice hit--McKee. Left on bases--New York, 7;
Detroit, 4. First base on error--New York. Bases
on balls--Off Caldwell, 2; off Dubuc, 2. Hits--Off
Caldwell, 4 in 8 2-3 innings; off Pieh, 1 in 1-3
inning. Hit by pitcher--By Dubuc, (Cook.) Struck
out--By Caldwell, 5; by Dubuc, 2. Time of game--One
hour and fifty-five minutes. Umpires--Messrs.
O’Loughlin and Hildebrand.
* * * * *
COLLEGE CREW PROSPECTS
_New York Times_
After a long rest, candidates for the Columbia
’Varsity crew will be called out next week to start
the long training for the Spring races and for the
intercollegiate regatta on the Hudson in June.
Jim Rice, coach of the Blue and White navy, will
order the men to the rowing machines on the opening
day of college following the Christmas recess,
for practice until the end of the examinations
following the first term. Daily work on the
machines will then be ordered, and the crew men
will not have any further let-up in their training.
Rice is confronted with a difficult task this
season in finding the material to build up a
winning crew to match the eight which swept the
Hudson last June and won the intercollegiate
championship of America. Only three men of this
crew have returned to college. A new stroke must be
developed, and practically an entirely new eight
built up, from the junior squad of last season.
Those who have seen Coach Rice whip together crews
will not, however, be discouraged at this time. In
years past Coach Rice has started out the season
with an untrained and comparatively small squad of
oarsmen and has startled college circles with a
wonderful eight, ready by the time the Spring races
rolled around. It is fair to assume that a similar
feat will be performed this year.
An example of Coach Rice’s ability in this respect
was furnished last season in the building up of
a junior ’Varsity eight. With the exception of
Robinson, the oarsmen from the two freshmen eights
of 1915 and 1916, both of which finished last in
the freshmen races at Poughkeepsie, were whipped
into shape as the junior eight and finished
second against all the other colleges in the
intercollegiate regatta.
It is on these eight men, with the three men left
over from the ’Varsity eight and a couple of
freshmen of last season, that Coach Rice will have
to depend for this year’s ’Varsity eight. The most
telling loss this season is the graduation of C. F.
McCarthy, who stroked the winning eight, and Capt.
Irving Hadsell, who rowed at No. 7, two of the
best and gamest oarsmen who ever sat in a Columbia
shell. Steddiford Pitt is another splendid blade
who is lost to the crew this year, and the strength
and fight found in Rothwell are hard to spare.
The three men who must serve as the nucleus for
this year’s eight are Bratton, who rowed at No. 6;
Sanborn, who rowed at No. 4, and Naumer, who rowed
at bow. Bratton was one of the strongest men in
the eight, weighing 180 pounds, and there is no
question but that Coach Rice will place him back
in the waist of the shell this season. Naumer is
a good oarsman, and obtained his seat at bow last
season purely on his merits, as evidenced after a
long tryout against Cronenberg for the position.
It is highly probable that Naumer will be moved
further down in the boat this year, and that
Cronenberg will get his place at bow.
Much speculation centres about the selection of
stroke of the eight. Ex-Capt. “Irv.” Hadsell
predicts that Frank McCarthy will find a way to
get back in his old position this Spring, but
positive denials by McCarthy seem to indicate
otherwise. The two logical men for the position as
pacemaker of the eight are Myers, who stroked the
junior boat last season, and Sanborn, who stroked
the 1915 freshmen crew, rowed at No. 2 in the
’Varsity four of 1913, and held down the place at
No. 4 in the ’Varsity of 1914.
The student body is faced with the task of raising
$2,700 to take care of the crew debt contracted in
1913-14. A few of the alumni have been supporting
the crew with large donations, and at present they
hold notes for the above amount. Recently, however,
an appeal was sent out to the undergraduates to
help bear the burden, and their response has been
quick and loyal.
The Greek letter fraternities at Columbia have come
forward with $500, and the undergraduates prior to
leaving for the holidays pledged an equal amount.
Further efforts will be made when the students
return, and it is confidently expected about the
campus that a good share of the indebtedness will
be paid off within a few months.
* * * * *
COLLEGE ROWING REGATTA
_Christian Science Monitor_
HARVARD-YALE WINNERS FOR 1915
FIRST VARSITY EIGHTS
Yale 20m. 52s.
SECOND VARSITY EIGHTS
Yale 10m. 40s.
FRESHMAN EIGHTS
Yale [H]8m. 6s.
FRESHMAN FOURS
Harvard 6m. 21s.
GRADUATE EIGHTS
Harvard 3m. 5½s.
[H] Mile and a half by agreement.
* * * * *
NEW LONDON, Conn.--By making a clean sweep of
the three major events of their annual regatta
with Harvard on the Thames river Friday, Yale is
today champion over Harvard in rowing, and, with
previous victories over Cornell, Pennsylvania
and Princeton, will be generally regarded as
intercollegiate rowing champions of the United
States for 1915.
That Yale deserves the victories which she won over
the Crimson Friday is certain. The Eli varsity
captured one of the biggest victories over the
Harvard varsity when she won by about five lengths
in the record time of 20m. 52s., that the Blue
has registered against the Crimson in many years.
The race was rowed upstream, which makes the time
a new record, and it is stated by those who have
followed rowing on the Thames for many years, that
had the race been rowed down stream Yale would
probably have broken the record of 20m. 10s. for
the course. It is also interesting to note that the
Harvard varsity was inside of the old record for
the upstream course.
Yale owes her victory to the coaching of Guy
Nickalls, the famous English college oarsman. It
was the second year that Nickalls had coached the
Yale varsity and both years he has turned out crews
which have defeated the Crimson.
Yale took the lead at the very start of the varsity
race and was never caught by Harvard. Rowing a
lower stroke almost the entire distance, Yale kept
drawing away from the Crimson oarsmen and, despite
the fact that Stroke Lund succeeded in getting his
crew to raise the stroke to as high as 34 beats to
the minute over the last part of the race, Yale,
rowing a much lower and easier stroke, was able to
increase its lead.
While the Harvard crew appeared to be a smoother
rowing eight than Yale’s it did not move through
the water nearly as well. There was a perceptible
drag to the Harvard varsity between strokes, while
the Yale eight went evenly and showed very little
if any slowing up between the strokes. At all times
the Harvard crew appeared to be better together,
but it did not make as good use of the slides as
the Yale eight. The rigging did not appear to fit
the Harvard oarsmen to the best advantage.
Yale won the freshman race by about a length and
a half. This race was a very unsatisfactory one.
The event was to have been rowed in the morning,
but was postponed until after the varsity race.
It did not start until about 7:30 in the evening.
After the race had been under way a few minutes
the Harvard stroke caught a crab and the crews
were stopped. It was then agreed to start again
and row a mile and a half instead of the customary
two miles. Yale finally won this race although
the Crimson oarsmen made the contest much closer
than the varsity race. Yale’s time was 8m. 6s. and
Harvard 8m. 10s.
The race for second varsity eights was the hardest
fought of the day and the Yale victory in 19m. 40s.
opened a very successful day for Yale. The official
times of the varsity and freshman races by half
miles follow:
VARSITY
Yale Harvard
½ mile 2:05 2:08½
1 mile 4:40 4:45
1½ miles 7:27½ 7:34
2 miles 10:05 10:14
2½ miles 12:39½ 12:52
3 miles 15:27 15:39
3½ miles 18:22 18:40
4 miles 20:52 21:13½
FRESHMEN
Half mile 2:22 2:23½
Mile 5:20 5:22
Mile and a half 8:06 8:10
* * * * *
TENNIS MATCH
_Kansas City Star_
Playing masterful tennis and repeatedly downing
every attempted rally made by his opponent,
Clifford J. Lockhorn yesterday defeated Jack
Cannon, the Kansas City champion, in the finals
match in the invitation tennis tournament staged on
the K. C. A. C. courts. Lockhorn’s winning count
was 6-2, 6-4, 6-2, and, after the finish of the
first set, at no time did it appear that the local
crack had a chance to defeat the Cincinnati expert.
Let it be said in Cannon’s defense that he did not
play his best game, the game that downed Rolan
Hoerr in the Missouri Valley tournament last year,
and the game that made him run Joseph Armstrong a
hard race for the final title in that classic. The
courts yesterday were heavy, sogged by the recent
rains, and Cannon looks best on a fast, light
ground. And, knowing before he started the first
set the handicap he was working under, the Kansas
City star appeared a trifle nervous before play had
been running long.
But Lockhorn’s work was marvelous! The crowded
stand which witnessed every moment of the day’s
play was applauding his every move as he finished
up the last set. His head work was perfect, and his
strokes sure. An easy side-arm shot, apparently
simple for his opponent to fathom, gained him point
after point in Cannon’s back court. His direction
was always good, and clever placements followed
successively in such lightning-like order that
Cannon was kept running about the court most of the
time. And when the new player showed that wonderful
assurance, verging almost on carelessness, which
characterized his every move, the crowd was with
him. They couldn’t help but be.
Cannon opened up the first set well, taking the
first game handily on his own serve, after Lockhorn
had raced it up to deuce twice. The next three went
to Lockhorn in rapid succession, the “dark horse”
showing Sphinx-like steadiness on his own serve,
and passing Cannon repeatedly at the net when the
local player’s second shot on his own serve would
be too easily placed. With the score 3-1 against
him, Cannon braced, and took the fifth game,
game-thirty, but the spurt was short lived and
once again Lockhorn started his old sure, steady,
thoughtful play, running out the next three games,
and winning the set, 6-2, in clever fashion.
The second set was perhaps Cannon’s best one. He
seemed to have lost a trifle of the wildness that
had marked his opening play, and repeatedly drew
applause from the gallery for his brilliant returns
of Lockhorn’s back-line placements. The first six
games were divided, three and three. Then Lockhorn
took “seven” and “eight,” raising the score to
5-3 in his favor. Cannon took the ninth game,
game-fifteen, on his own serve, but Lockhorn, with
the possibility of a deuce set facing him, allowed
Cannon just one point in the last game, and the
second set ended 6-4, “all his way.”
The third and deciding set started out like a
walk-away for the Cincinnati player. Cannon,
scenting defeat in the air, grew over anxious and
wild. His own service was frequently off in its
direction, and he often smashed Lockhorn’s serve
into the net or the fence, without opening up a
chance for a volley at which he generally is so
successful. Lockhorn quickly took five of the first
six games in this set. The seventh he dropped,
after he had had match point on Cannon once. But he
rallied on his own service in the eighth game, and,
though it went to deuce, he shot two clever drives
down Cannon’s sidelines for the last two points of
the set, which gave him the match, 6-2, 6-4, 6-2.
Lockhorn, the most feared player in Kansas City
because of his untouted victory over Cannon
yesterday, is a clever player to watch on the
courts. He never gets excited, and seems almost
lazy in the easy indifference with which he plays
his opponent’s hardest strokes. The highest
pinnacle of his play has been unexplored by local
cracks--at least in this tourney. Every time out he
shows a little more “stuff” and exerts himself just
enough to beat his next rival.
Kansas City followers of tennis will watch
Lockhorn’s work anxiously in the Missouri Valley
tournament in the fall. Alexander Squair and Walter
Hayes, R. F. Shelton and J. B. Adoue, jr., Paul
Darrough and Gene Monett will be there; so will
Roland Hoerr and Drummond Jones. Perhaps Lockhorn
may uncover a little of that “old stuff” of his
then. Kansas City enthusiasts want to see just what
he has, anyway.
* * * * *
GOLF MATCH
_Boston Transcript_
There was nothing of the runaway about this
morning’s half of the final round for the John
Shepard, Jr., trophy between Francis Ouimet and
Paul Tewksbury, chums and both members of the
Woodland Golf Club, where the match is being
played. The national amateur champion led by one
up at the end of the morning play, after a round
in which the margin at no time was more than two
holes. They play the final eighteen holes this
afternoon, and considerably more of a gallery is
expected than witnessed the play in the morning.
As a general thing Mr. Ouimet plays the Woodland
course around 73 to 75 in his matches, but this
morning he kept out of the 80 class only by a
single stroke. Mr. Tewksbury had one bad hole, the
thirteenth, so that his medal was 82. The pair
halved one hole in 7, which is decidedly unusual
for them, and another in 6.
The first hole went to Mr. Ouimet on the strength
of an exceptionally fine putt, where he faced a
stymie and had to slice around his opponent’s ball
to get down in 4. Luck was with the champion at the
second, where his topped approach rolled through a
bunker onto the green about ten feet past the hole,
whence he ran it down for a 3 and became 2 up.
Neither reached the third green in 2, against the
wind, and they halved in 5, as was the case also at
the fourth. Mr. Ouimet required another 5 at the
fifth, failing to get on from the tee, and then
taking three putts. He lost that hole and also the
sixth, where he drove into the woods. This squared
the match.
After a succession of four 5s, which in itself is
decidedly unusual for the champion, he managed to
get back to normal with a 4 at the seventh, which
won it; he then played such an accurate approach
at the eighth that he holed the putt for a 3 and
became 2 up once more. He pulled one out of bounds
at the ninth, which cost him the hole and left him
1 up at the turn.
They halved the tenth in par 3. Mr. Tewksbury’s
superior play netted him a 4 at the eleventh,
which squared the match again. There was something
spectacular at the twelfth, where Mr. Tewksbury hit
the cup on an approach shot from the embankment
above the green and stopped near enough to get down
his putt for a 4. Mr. Ouimet was off the green
also on his second, but approached close enough to
sink his putt for the half. The thirteenth was a
nightmare to Mr. Tewksbury, who played about four
shots and then gave up the hole. He had a chance to
square the match at the fourteenth, where a long
drive and equally fine second put him within seven
feet of the hole, but it was a difficult putt and
he missed his 3.
The 600-yard fifteenth hole was a stiff
proposition, owing to the strong wind, and neither
player got home in 3. Then, singularly enough, they
took three putts apiece for a half in 7. That was
in decided contrast to the play at the sixteenth,
which they halved in 3. To the other long hole,
the seventeenth, Mr. Ouimet was hole high, but a
number of yards below the green in 2. His short
approach was much too strong and he failed to get
his fourth dead or to hole his putt for a 5. Mr.
Tewksbury, who was little better situated in 3 than
Mr. Ouimet in 2, finally had a putt of four feet
to win the hole. He missed it, and they halved in
6. Then they halved the home hole in 3. It was a
striking finish--to halve four successive holes in
7, 3, 6, 3. Their cards:
Ouimet 4 3 5 5 5 5 4 3 6--40
Tewksbury 5 4 5 5 4 4 5 4 5--41
Ouimet 3 5 4 4 4 7 3 6 3--39--79
Tewksbury 3 4 4 [I]7 4 7 3 6 3--41--82
[I] Approximated.