Knute Rockne

It is hard to write of the death of Knute Rockne of Notre Dame. There have been so many fine tributes to the man by those who knew him personally, and I believe that the funeral oration by Father O'Donnell, president of Notre Dame, will go down as one of those heaven inspired expressions which come to a man only under the greatest of emotional stresses.

I knew Knute Rockne for only a half hour, for I met him by chance in Los Angeles just before the Southern California-Notre Dame game of last Fall, and yet in that brief acquaintance I can remember all he said, how he spoke of his team as"my boys" andwent on to say "win or lose, I am always with them.

There always has been some sort of an attachment between Dartmouth and Notre Dame although the two teams rarely meet in any sport and never in football. Yet when we arrived in Chicago en route to the West the entire Notre Dame band greeted our party in the station, and cheers were exchanged between the two contingents.

No one knows how close Dartmouth has come to playing Notre Dame in football, though on several occasion we thought that a game was imminent. There was talk in the great year of 1925 of a game, and in 1927 when New England was recovering from its worst flood, there was again a sentiment for a game as a benefit for flood sufferers.

Knute Rockne is gone, and with him part of the spirit which always watched over Notre Dame teams. Hunk Anderson and Jack Chevigny will carry on in his stead, and I imagine that Notre Dame players will always turn to Rock in their minds when the going is hard and the road is rough.

Harry Heneage wired Jess Hawley to represent Dartmouth at the funeral.