Neck and Neck at New Haven

What happened down at Yale is now history and the bare fact remains that the teams battled each other up and down the field for sixty minutes and when all was said and done there was not a single point scored.

During the first half Yale outplayed the Green by a large margin and one of the contributing reasons was that little Albie Booth was started at the outset. Yale also paid Dartmouth the high compliment of keeping her midget back in the game throughout the full time and it was felt that little Albie, in setting such a record for continuous playing, simply had to be in there or else Yale would have been defeated.

One side of the argument will say that Dartmouth was lucky to tie the game, and another side will say that Yale was extremely lucky to hold the Green scoreless, so that is the situation. It is true that Booth did some magnificent running, in fact the best I've seen this year by any back, and at one time he broke loose and dashed some 35 yards for a touchdown which was called back for holding on the part of one of his mates.

That was the great Yale threat, and in that single run of Booth's the Blue was most dangerous. But in the second period, Little Albie muffed a lateral pass with the result that a Dartmouth back grabbed the ball on the Green 48-yard line. Shep Wolff faded back and zoomed a 40-yard pass to Red Porter, and Porter squirmed and fought his way down to the Yale nine-yard line. Three shots at the line and Dartmouth was within two yards of a touchdown and the next plunge by Morton was short. That was the Dartmouth high water mark of the first half, and by that two-yard margin Yale saved the day.

Things so far had been very orthodox, and Morton was running and punting in colorless yet highly capable fashion. The only thrills came when Booth shook himself loose, but he never got far enough to make things look serious. Both sides were able to rip through the opposing lines, but when a touchdown became imminent the lines tightened and were as hard as the proverbial stone walls.

This scoreless deadlock was still in vogue as the final period neared the half-way mark. Then suddenly Jack Cannell took out Morton and in went Wild Bill McOall. Well, this author gave him that cognomen during his freshman year after seeing him in action against Lake Forest, and McCall did everything to live up to his name for the remainder of the game.

MORTON SCORING THE TOUCHDOWN AGAINST HARVARD IN THE RAIN

BILL MCCALL '32, HALFBACK