"When I Faced Yale"

I can well imagine that the Alfred College players who faced Yale last fall were proud of the fact, and I can further imagine that said players will beam on their children in future years in telling of the days "when I faced Yale." The same applies to countless other smaller institutions of learning, who may have just as high scholastic standards as their larger contemporaries, but who lack the manpower and reserves to put a crack football team on the field. The choice rests with them; there should be no hapless condemning the major colleges in playing them.

Dartmouth does not pretend to put a three-ringed circus in the field, a circus which barnstorms from one end of the country to the other, taking On all comers in much the manner of a troupe of wrestlers with the victory as the ideal. We all hope close to our hearts that Dartmouth has a winning team; it has become inbued in American history of sport that America loves a winner, but at the same time if a winner is to be produced with only an eye on the gate receipts or a schedule which is going to crush the natural enthusiasm and competitive spirit from the minds and bodies of our athletes, Dartmouth wants none of it.