ASSOCIATION OF THE PACIFIC COAST

MYLES LANE and The EAST vs. WEST Football Game.

First, let us take in the game. The annual football game between the Eastern Stars and Western Stars held at Kezar Stadium in San Francisco December 26, 1927, for the benefit of the Shrine Hospital for Crippled Children, sponsored by Islam Temple of San Francisco. The day was ideal for the spectacle. A hot sun shone down upon us all day, although the field was rather slippery from the previous day's rain. Old Santa Claus had been artistically depicted in the evergreen forest at the west end of the field. All through the game he smiled, but we Easterners had to let our real feelings be known. We were riot satisfied with the game. Several of the Dartmouth men, including myself, sat in the front row, and we agreed the East had lots of stars, but absolutely no team, which wins football games. Naturally we were looking for Lane. Lane went in in the first half and again in the second half. He played perfect defensive football. On the offense he was right at home, all the way out in clear, ready for the pass that never came. For some reason the passer chose to throw to the other corner of the field, where there were more Western players. You cannot tell us that Lane was not in position to score touchdowns on two occasions at least. Well, let the game stand as recorded, 16-6 in favor of the West. We who saw the game were impressed with the seriousness with which Lane took the game as compared with some of the other men.

The game itself was a small part of Lane's visit to the Pacific Coast. The Eastern team were here for one week, and as far as I know the boys were royally entertained; two theater parties; trips around San Francisco, Oakland, Berkeley, and Palo Alto, taking in the Universities of California and Stanford; dinner dances; and I know not what more in addition to practice.

In spite of all this official entertaining Myles managed to spend an evening with F. J. Reagan '09 and Dartmouth guests at his home in Berkeley. He enjoyed Christmas dinner with Lincoln S. Wilson '13 and Dartmouth guests at his home in San Francisco. And that was not all.

At a luncheon held in Lane's honor at the Clift Hotel in San Francisco December 21, 1927, the ever present Dartmouth loyalty was all the more pronounced. As you glance through the attendance list you may note why the party was a big success. Please note the alumni from distant points, as well as fathers, sons, and brothers. Good material.

Dr. Washburn, our president, presided at the end of the table (head or foot, we know not which as we were, all one big Dartmouth family).

The party was not difficult to get going after the slight delay at the start when the waiters had to bring in three more tables to accommodate the oncoming unexpected turnout. Larry Hewes led off with a couple of Wah-hoo-Wahs. Then Selden Smith, our very best introducer, was called upon to testify. HE TESTIFIED, and when he was finished if any of us felt that we were not cheering the right man in Lane it -was because we took him (Smith) too seriously at times and felt that we should be cheering for Selden. Why? Well, we learned that Smith had played football back in the nineties very well, but that they had to work much harder for touchdowns in those days than Lane seems to, and consequently there were not so many made then, and of course Smith did not have quite such a high total as Lane has this season.

Without mentioning all the wonders of Selden Smith, how he played baseball, hockey, etc., we must admit he made one of the best talks of his career, and he justly compared Lane with Lindbergh as an ambassador. In allowing Myles Lane to come to the Pacific Coast as a representative of Eastern football, President Hopkins has done much. Myles is more than a football player. He is a genuine Dartmouth ambassador of the highest type, and we are proud of him.

The toastmaster presented Lane with a dressing gown as a 1927 remembrance from the Dartmouth alumni of Northern California. Lane then had the floor, and all chairs were turned. It was as though we were seated in our rooms at Hanover. Lane rambled on with football chatter, which we were all intensely interested in. I noticed the sons of our alumni present, all three in high school I believe, and both ears and mouths were listening. They were living Lane's experiences. We all. were, from the youngest son to the oldest alumni present, Ham and Davis of the class of 1871. We listened to a review of every game of this season and then some. I know that many of the forty-three men present cut important business engagements to stay to the finish, which came at 2 P.M. Every one felt repaid. It was one of the largest assemblages of Dartmouth men in San Francisco that I have any record of.

Secretary.