NOTRE DAME 34, DARTMOUTH 0
And then the roof fell in. Again. Using some 50 assorted operatives, some of them so obscure they were not even listed on the program, Notre Dame routed Dartmouth for the second successive year. This defeat was not so ignominious as last year's debacle. The Notre Dame first team played less than a quarter of the game this year, while the South Bend aggregation played considerably longer than that in the fiasco in the Fenway last year. This time they were interested in veiling their activities from the prying eyes of the Army scouts sitting in the stands. The statistics go far toward telling the story, with first downs going to the Irish 19-7 and yards gained by rushing even more one-sidedly in favor of the opposition. Notre Dame piled up the awesome total of 334 yards by rushing, against Dartmouth's 90, the bulk of which was gained in the final period by the stalwart O'Brien. After the first two touchdowns, Notre Dame charitably refrained from using the forward pass and contented itself with punching out touchdowns on the ground. The Irish tried only four passes, two of which were completed for touchdowns.
The Green entered this encounter physically still badly beaten up after the brusing Penn game. Frost started the gane with his broken finger in a cast, while Bob Albrecht was unable to play at all. Join Costello, Frost's understudy, was also incapacitated by a shoulder separation after the Penn game, so the crucial quarterback position was taken a good part of the gane by Jack Deutsch, who had heretofore played a very obscure role indeed. Swanson went into the game nursing a bad leg, which just about accounts for the erstwhie first-string backfield. In addition, the beys had played their hearts out against Pem, only to have victory snatched from their grasp, and were understandably dispirited. And added to this was the fact that Note Dame, reputedly with the weakest team n ten years, was certainly anything but weik that bright October afternoon. They were so far from weak that, offensively speaking, Dartmouth just wasn't in the ball game a good part of the time, crossing the midfied point under its own power just twice diring the afternoon, once in the first and again in the fourth period.
"Gently," reported the Herald Tribure, "with the utmost consideration for Tiss McLaughry, Notre Dame's football tean whipped Dartmouth into a dreary soufle today " While it was certainly not as dreary as this lead sentence might indicae, the outcome was a foregone conclusion in very short order. On its very first play fr<m scrimmage, Notre Dame's Frank Daniewicz tossed a 39-yard forward pass to Plil Colella, who ran another 30 yards to a touchdown. On the 12th Notre Dame play from scrimmage, the process was repeated, with Bob Skoglund the recipient this tine. The score was now 13-0. "Thereafter," car tinues the uncharitable Tribune, "tie charitable Hugh Devore packed away lis regulars in arnica and old tape and expressly forbade his reserves to use he deadly pass."
The rest is, or should be, silence. I lo not mean that the boys in Green (wo wore white for this occasion) did not hdd Notre Dame on several occasions by tuning on some gallant goal-line forensics. lig Francis O'Brien, as reported, crashed lis eager bulk time and again into the thidstring Notre Dame line to carry Datmouth as far as the Irish 23-yard line. The other bright spot on the Dartmouth horizon was the debut of Scott Miler in he backfield, after a year and a half sprent side-lined with a variety of knee and anile injuries. In his first game for Dartmouth, Miler showed that he had much of tie stuff he was reputed to have and his taleits looked promising for the future—proviced he is not hurt again.
The Green certainly kept trying uitil the bitter end, but on this sunny October afternoon they just didn't have it. With their most talented operatives nursng sundry fractures, sprains, bruises, and siparations and with nobody of equal abiity to carry on, the result was never in doubt endless succession of burly characters from the Notre Dame bench paraded past our tired and battered little band. This was unquestionably Notre Dame's day. The only consolation possible to summon from the afternoon was to think of the day of atonement when Notre Dame meets the Army....
FRITZ ALEXANDER, Dartmouth's husky 205-pound center, who has been one of the Big Green's defensive stars this season, especially in the Penn game. He is a Navy trainee from Gary, Indiana.
INDIAN GUARD. Jim Biggie, Marine trainee from Kenmore, N. Y., who has been one of the standouts in the Dartmouth line in the early games on the Big Green schedule.
