Life — November 11, 1926 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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As One Fan to Another TELL, old timer, I may be giv- \ ing you an insight into my dis- orderly youth, but I must admit that a football game to-day, with all the boys guing into those huddles, re- minds ne of nothing so much as the way the h used to gather around in a littl: barroom group to hear the latest | one from the visiting whisky selesman. Still, is a great system, the Iud- Ie, An thing that can break down Harvard. reserve to such an extent that plevers will, put’ their arms around shoulders of teammates they have known a mere four years must be wade of stern stuff. What held bac. its adoption at Cambridge so long. I figure, was not that it wasn't good football, but that it bred so much unnatural familiarity. Of course, Princeton has been huddling for a couple of years now, you and I know those Tigers have been what you might call thought nstead of a “YES, sir! I’M GOING TO GET THE GAME ON THE LITTLE OLD RADIO, PLAY BY tradition. ='T e the modernists PLAY, BETTER THAN You couLD IT, WITH THE SINGING AND CHEERING of Eastern gridirons; and Yale and = THROWN IN BUT WITHOUT THE DISCOMFORT OF TILE CROWDS, TI NG TRIP TO Harvard have been the Fundamen- COLLEGE, AND SITTING IN THE COLD ALL APTERNOOD talists. . “1 couL ET TICKETS FITHER.” Foothall people tell me Tad Jones is going in for deception in the Yale attack this season—just as if this was souething new. Why, in the score. It may be good football, but The Winner it's going to raise Cain with the so- cial nicetics among the Big Three. THE great game was in full prog- Harvard and Princeton games for ress. Up and down the field went years and years, when the Blue got James Kevin McGuinness. the pigskin. Now we had it, now inside the foe’s ten-yard line, it was they had it. The crucial moment practically impossibic to tell whether No Show was at hand. The slightest slip or the fullback was going to plunge on (YLAPPER: Ma, is it windy out? misjudgment meant defeat, and this the right side of center, or the left. Motu 2 s perfectly still, is what passed in front of me: So the opposing secondary used to Frareer: Then I'll not roll my Bevian: Is that a new dress, mass its lf behind both guards, the — stockings to-day. Dora? Oh, I think it’s horrible! old mesvics. What can a man Dora: My dress? do in the face of such skep- , Bevan: No. The game! ticism ? . AN It's pretty tight, isn’t it? What I'd like to know, ’ Pm, tee Dora: The game? 1, is what happens ‘ Brvtau: No, the dress! when Horvard goes into one 4 Dora: I don’t think so! I of those huddles. Does the 5 = don’t see how the boys can quarter}ack introduce the , ON 7 @\ stand it! players to each other — you % are ) Bevtau: The dress? n : Dor o. The game! It present ‘ y “ must leave them awfully plannin to spend a few n , . : vles ging around your end, ~ Beutan: The game? and I'd appreciate your do- : = Dora: No. The dress! ing anything you can for him, = “<= ¥ Bevtan: Well, if you ask there's ood fellow.’ Or ~ , . me, I guess it does knock does the captain do it? It's a a Miacpenseny ae them for a loop! big question. ; ~ Dora: The dress? Thave my doubts about this Mrs. Ostrich (to son): THAT DARN BILL COLLECTOR Brutan: Yes! huddle thing on that one 18 COMING AGAIN. TELL HIM I’M NOT AT HOME. Carroll Carroll. th comicbooks.com