A history of the class of 'ninety-five . month ofsecret practice and of hopes of victory, with football our all-ab-sorbing topic, and I think this is as good a description as youcan get, when the two great games are excluded. On the fourthof this month we left for Philadelphia, and, incidentally, Man-heim, with trousers rolled high (for we had heard of a heavy fogin London), mackintoshes, sweaters, etc., prepared to enjoy thegame with the Quakers, even though it was pouring rain. We dontremember much about that game except that we added anothervictory to our long list, and came home jubilant d
A history of the class of 'ninety-five . month ofsecret practice and of hopes of victory, with football our all-ab-sorbing topic, and I think this is as good a description as youcan get, when the two great games are excluded. On the fourthof this month we left for Philadelphia, and, incidentally, Man-heim, with trousers rolled high (for we had heard of a heavy fogin London), mackintoshes, sweaters, etc., prepared to enjoy thegame with the Quakers, even though it was pouring rain. We dontremember much about that game except that we added anothervictory to our long list, and came home jubilant dirvd flush. Andnow we talked of nothing but football. Every man in Collegehad devised some new trick which he was sure was not theoret-ical only, but practical. Trilby Hayes was trying to work out asystem of interference from the heliocentric theory of Coperni-cus, and by Keplers Laws of Planetary Motion he had each ofthe three backs sweep out equal areas in equal times. EvenDougal Ward could not calculate how much effect this had in i. CO co E ?a COCO < oo HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 83 getting the team in readiness for the Yale game; but, neverthe-less, when Thanksgiving Day came they were in New York, andwe were there too. At last the time for the game arrived, and we left for Man-hattan Field, some of us on coaches, some in carriages, and therest on the L. Some took their papas and mammas, some theirsisters and brothers, some a very dear friend, and others, only afew, their fiancees. Does any Princeton man need a descrip-tion of that game ? A thousand nays ! for even an attempt todescribe it would be futile. Both teams fought courage sanspeur, and the game was anybodys until the referees whistleended all doubt as to who were the winners. To say we werejubilant, is putting it mildly—we were intoxicated with York could hardly contain us that night, and with bandsand mascots, with brooms and umbrellas, and with triumph andvictory on our heads, we paraded the stree
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