BIG GREEN HISTORY
A detailed story of the first four games is not in order for this journal. Details of football are only used for the demon statisticians, those who paste things in their favorite scrap books, and the missionaries in Zanzibar who never see a paper. However, here are the scores: Dartmouth 39, Norwich 6; Dartmouth 44, Hobart 0; Dartmouth 87, Allegheny 12; Dartmouth 21, Columbia 7.
Against Norwich, the high spot of the game was watching the freshmen cavort between the halves in their gay and pleasing costumes. The game, dished out and served in the usual manner, saw the first team supplanted by a flock of substitutes early in the game, and these were followed by more substitutes until everyone had been used except the coaches. Somehow the pep and dash of the football games this Fall seem to disappear when Marsters leaves the game. He has a way of doing the unexpected at amazing times, weaving through a score of opponents or dashing head- long for a touchdown so that the crowd senses the tension in the air while he is in.
Hobart came to town rather a mystery, and most of the boys were agog for something to happen. It did, in the form of a 44 to 0 plaster on a much overrated team which had been seriously crippled by Syracuse the week before. The greatest ballyhoo was yet to come, for most of the students remembered a certain Temple threat the year before for the third game of the season, and Allegheny loomed in such proportions on the following Friday that many were reaching for their pocketbooks. Allegheny arrived in town, announced that eight freshmen would start the game, and took a long workout on Memorial Field.
And that game was a battle. The Big Green looked a little green for three periods, and the opposition from the coal country took advantage of every opportunity. The half ended in Dartmouth's favor by only 12 to 6, and the Green line knew that they were up against real opposition. Hawley kept his first eleven intact until late in the fourth period, when a very tired visiting team let up perceptibly, and allowed the score to be pulled out of the fire. Previous to the final blowoff, they had rammed our tackles, passed 55 yards for a touchdown, and dashed off the right flank for another touchdown.
Dartmouth came out of the fray mentally and physically tired. Bart McDonough, sensational sophomore who had ousted Harris from the quarterback berth, was still in the hospital from a bad grippe attack, and Bob Harris had begun to feel the grind after staying in for the entire game against the miners. Columbia was just around the corner, and Mr. Crowley had already dispatched a score of eagle eyed gentlemen to Hanover to look over the lay of the land. The roar of the Lion could be heard even in these hills.
STRAIGHTARMING A CADET—HEINIE SWARTHOUT, DARTMOUTH END, GETS UNDER WAYFOR HIS SECOND TOUCHDOWN AGAINST NORWICH UNIVERSITY
