Yale Game (As Played in San Francisco)

WE FELT the shock away out here, 3000 miles from the Yale Bowl. Fifty Dartmouth men and friends jammed the banquet room at Solari's in San Francisco. The Western union telegrapher started the reports with (Ray), and almost ended with For variety he

reported one pass interception by McC-Ray, the one that paved our way to the one foot line where we gave the ball over to Yale on downs. On the last play of the game (after another interception by Ray), Casey seemed on the way to the third Dartmouth touchdown but looked ahead, saw no goal posts, so promptly put the ball down for a tenyard gain and the gun.

As for our San Francisco party, Dr. Wyman '07 from Reno and Dr. Washburn '14 took care of the weak hearts. Brant McCullough '31 placed on exhibition a quart of blended whiskey (from the G & W office, where he works). Fifty tickets were drawn and who do you think would win it? Yale Association's own Prexy, "Shep" French '10! After the game, you couldn't find a Yale man except "Shep" who came for his prize and immediately invited all Dartmouth followers to partake. We gathered around Robie '12 at the piano and devoted the balance of the P.M. arranging words for the new song, "How Sweet—The Fragrance of Roses in the Yale Bowl!" In the end, "Shep" took home the empty as a souvenir to the Yale Club.

Many couples continued the celebration at the St. Francis Hotel, where, after an hour's drilling with the dance orchestra, Mary Stoddard (Honorary '18) and assistants taught them to play "As the Backs Go Tearing By." It sounded superb! And although the daily papers don't give us much space, there is one dance band that will.

When you read these columns in December, may we join in praise for Coach Blaik and assistants and their TEAM, built for team play.