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Starting from the midfield stripe, the Elephants began their drive with a 15-yard pass, Waters to Grier. Another pass, this time from Orrin Daniels to right end Dick Johnson, carried the ball to the six-yard line. Here the Bunnies received a five-yard offside penalty and set the stage for George Waters' final plunge through center to score. Daniel's pass to Johnson for the extra point failed, and the Elephants led 6 to 0 at the half...
...Sally Rand or naked reverse has been resting peacefully deep down in Dick Harlow's bag of gridiron tricks ever since Torbie Macdonald's graduation. It hasn't even been run off in practice once this year. But Charley Spreyer remembered the play and called it on the Brown five-yard line Saturday. Harvard had been storming over the Brown left tackle several times in a row, and this next play started the same way. This time, however, Spreyer handed the ball to Frannie Lee, who whirled around the Brown right end and into the end zone unmolested...
Prettiest run of the afternoon was executed by a Crimson waterboy who, while sprinting toward the sidelines after a time-out, crossed the last wide stripe on his managerial afterdeck, on a brilliant five-yard squish...
...fourth score was set up when Win Jameson, who turned in a great two and half periods at right end after Don Daughters had received a concussion, and Ken Booth, defensive bulwark at tackle, smeared Tiger passer Dave Allerdice on his own five-yard line. Booth picked the bounding ball out of Allerdice's failing arms but was downed immediately. On one play Macdonald went half way to score and on the next he went the rest of the way. A holding penalty foiled the attempted conversion...
SCENE FOUR. The hard leather toe meets the oval pigskin an instant after the whistle blows. Standing on the five-yard line, he watches the course of the ball through the air towards him. Swiftly it rises until it seems to be higher than the rim of the stadium behind it up and up in a graceful are. His eyes glue themselves to this careening brown speck. He remains motionless, staring at it in fascination like one hypnotized. . . . This is a game, old boy; it has started now. Forget that hollow stomach feeling. This is a football...