DARTMOUTH TIES YALE

Morton's Second Field Goal Brings Green Team 33-33 Draw—Booth's Three Touchdowns Matched by McCall in Bowl

And to quote from the write-up of Bill Cunningham in the Boston Sunday Post, also of November, 1, 1931: "Before all the bouquets are exhausted, one of the brightest and biggest must be presented to Mr. Air Mail Bill Morton for the masterful job he did with his punting toe. Averaging 43.4 yards from the line of scrimmage, he out-punted the Yale kickers by almost five yards to the boot. It was a game of individuals rather than teams. Yale had but one who could deliver consistently and his name was Booth. Dartmouth had in McCall a man as brilliant as Booth, and in Morton another who was equally valuable. Dartmouth's immediate secondary, Kimball ('33), and Wilkin played powerful games upon defense. Wilkin's tackles were hard, clean, and vicious. He cut Booth down a half a dozen times with terrific collisions that must have made Albie see every star in the heavens. Captain Yudickey of the Green was on the bench in uniform, warmed up with his squad, and led his team upon the field. After he greeted Captain Booth at midfield, however, he gave way to Donner ('33) who played in his place. Dartmouth didn't win and yet Dartmouth did. Hers was the moral victory and the magnificent fashion in which she came from behind to tie a score that was mountainous and seemed hopelessly lost was the major thrill of the freakish day. From the sloughs of despair to the peaks of delirium, the Dartmouth stands soared in the final period and a half." Other classmates mentioned in these dispatches of that famous day include Litzenberger, Porter, Barber, Pyles, who cracked a rib, and Frigard.

Darn it, your secretary never did make that game but only got as far as the Greenfield, Mass., Hospital! I celebrated too early the Friday night before the game with friends Bob Hagen, Jack Manchester, and Gus Babson, all '33s, and driver Jim Wendel '34. Our jolly party turned over three times when we ran into a soft shoulder (remember those road signs north of Greenfield?). I was in the rumble seat (remember those rumble seats?) with Gus Babson, and my head hit the road marker dividing Vermont and Massachusetts! Luckily, we all recuperated, but missed a great game.

To quote that great old song: "Those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end!"

Your obedient servant,