For five years in a row Cornell had seen its teams beaten back by Dartmouth runs or Dartmouth passes, and the game was sweet balm to Cornell followers when it was all over.
There is nothing to be written or nothing to be said about this game without trespassing on our old iron rule of never knock the coaches or the team when it is down. To us the whole performance of the game was totally unimpressive.
The opening kickoff saw Cornell march 80 yards straight down the field, blasting everything aside with the trip hammer runs of a great player, Bart Viviano, and the spasmodic dashes of the 153 pound Walter Switzer from punt formation. And for good measure Cornell would throw beautifully conceived passes to beat the Green at its own vaunted game.
Three touchdowns were pushed over in this first half, and the three passes which led up to the scores caught the Dartmouth defense fiatfooted. It appeared as though Dartmouth had lost its last vestige of the will to win and the field generalship was not good.
Cornell rushed 280 yards to Dartmouth's 65 and ripped off 23 first downs to Dartmouth's seven, which is probably the greatest margin of statistic since the Big Red of Kaw and Pfann ripped Dartmouth apart in the early years of the last decade.
Now forget the past season and forget the scores and lend an eye to the future.
Dartmouth graduates few players. Out of the line goes Capt. Bill Hoffman, Forrest Branch, Harold Mackey, Jack Trost, and Ward Donner. The last three are all ends, so the holes do not appear to be as large as they might be. Out of the baclifield goes John Donovan.