No Words for That Yale Game

There is no way to write the story of that Yale game. It might be put down chronologically, score, by score, and yet that would not tell the tale of breath-taking suspense, wild runs and the twin spectres of Wild Bill McCall and Little Albie Booth running berserk on that historic football afternoon.

Bill Morton played inspired football. That is all you can say without any grammatical flourishes. In The Dartmouth of Monday I wrote the following, "I have never seen a Dartmouth field leader exhort, lead and inspire a team in the manner of Morton. After every score it was Morton who pleaded, hands upraised and clenched or palm banging against palm, with his mates to carry on and even we who were not part of the team felt that anything was possible and even the most fantastic visions could be realised."