Editorial Comment

The Boston Herald is complimentary in its editorial of October 25—"Now Comes Dartmouth," printed below. Following it is "The Dartmouth Game" from our sister publication, the Harvard Alumni Bulletin of November 1.

"Dartmouth College is geographically in New Hampshire, but so many Dartmouth men have woven themselves into the fabric of Boston and Massachusetts life that the people here regard the New Hampshire Hanover as almost a part of the Commonwealth. Daniel Webster and Rufus Choate set a standard and established ideals for Dartmouth graduates hereabout. Naturally, not all of the late comers have lived up to those ideals, but the Dartmouth men who have settled in Boston have been a credit to both states. Our boys of high and preparatory schools seem to have had the habit for some years of gravitating to President Hopkins's admirable college—and then of showing Harvard just how football should be played.

"There is a Dartmouth spirit which some call clannishness, which others call cohesiveness, and which, whatever it is, many graduates of various larger institutions regard with admiration and envy. The devotion of the Dartmouth alumni to one another and to their Alma Mater has a sincerity which shows no sign of diminishing as the college becomes larger and more cosmopolitan, and as purple and fine linen appear with corduroy. Is this due to the remoteness of Hanover, its detachment from the large city with its competitive allurements? Does the site in the New Hampshire hills breed an esprit de corps of intelligent young men which is not possible in the shadow of towered cities? Is "Hoppy," himself, an outstanding figure of the day, the factor which continues this enviable Dartmouth spirit? Did the graduates of the less sophisticated days build so strongly that increased enrolment brings increased vigor?

"Anyway, the spirit seems as strong today as ever before. A Dartmouth football team is always welcome in Boston, and the eleven which plays at the stadium Saturday will be acclaimed by Boston more heartily, perhaps, than any other."—Boston Herald.

' The Dartmouth game, which has come to be a critical test for Harvard teams, was passed with a grade of A or better. From a Harvard point of view it was much more of a success than either of the past two attemps. A running offense whose assignments were excellently carried out and a line which was consistently better than a good stone wall were more than a match for the versatile passing game of which Dartmouth is past master. The execution of the Harvard plays is a tribute to Coach Horween; the spirit of the men a tribute to French's fine leadership. Win or lose, the Dartmouth game is a good thing to see. It is marked by clean playing and by a rivalry which is as New England as it is good tempered. If one may judge from appearances—from personal comments and from mass cheering—it means much to the graduates and undergraduates of both colleges.. We hope that it will continue to do so. It is a good game.

"Leaving the Stadium Saturday afternoon one remembered . . . that the members of the Harvard team had black circles under their eyes,—a special application of burnt cork (or was it shoe blacking?) to help them in the face of the sun. . . . The Dartmouth backfield as bare-legged as a Ziegfeld chorus. . . . Guarnaccia making two of the Harvard touchdowns and, on defense, going for his man like a shot from a gun. His day's work ought to silence the back seat critics who have been after his scalp. . . . Ophelia, the Great Dane pup, who was the improvised Harvard mascot last week, did not put in an appearance. Having slept through the entire Army game, it is said that she was "fired." . . . Gilligan's headline "The Man in the Iron Mask" seems to have been taken seriously. Both Army and Dartmouth have protested his specially made headguard. . . . A woman in a bright green dress and good spirits leading cheers in the Bowl. . . . The Harvard cheer leaders must have been practising nights. They raised their voices and swung their megaphones and fists in perfect rhythm. . . . The Dartmouth band lived up to its reputation of playing better jazz than is to be heard in most night clubs. . . . Clark and French on the drive for the last touchdown. After each gain Clark was on the spot,a and having untangled French, heaved him up, dusted him off, and clapped him on the back. . . . Marsters, Dartmouth's leading scorer, limbering up under the eyes of the trainer in a plucky effort to conceal a bad limp. He got a great hand when he left the field. . . . Harvard's snake dance needed oiling. This is the first one to be held in the Stadium since the Dartmouth game two years ago. . . . In the gloaming after the game sports writers were still working at their copy under the electric lights in the press box."—HarvardAlumni Bulletin.

OUR NEW SENIOR ALUMNUS JAMES W. PERKINS '64 A Word from Mr. Perkins: "J do not feel thatI am qualified to succeed Mr. Jackman as sen-ior alumnus. It is certainly a great honor. Ourclass secretary is 'planning to have the class of186J/, -present at the Commencement of 1929 andI hope all the living members will be able to re-spond to his call. I want to thank you and allthe kind tvishers of Old Dartmouth for this greathonor that has come to me. I hope that I shallbe with you next Commencement