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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...attitude undignified and cowardly, gives Princeton an undeserved snub, and secures for us her enmity and absolutely nothing else whatever. We seem to forget that so long as the Yale-Princeton game occurs in New York on Thanksgiving day, it will remain the great event of the year, the one that brings in most money to the athletic associations of the colleges competing, the one the great athletes who compete or look on will look forward to with keenest expectation. Until we win, therefore, and earn a place in that game, our efforts toward a dual league will result practically...
...regular price of the best selling one is now $1.50. The Society offers this one at 90 cents...
Only three days remain in which the freshmen may prepare for their contest at Yale; at the end of that time it must be decided whether the freshman championship shall remain here or shall go to Yale. Of course there is but one wish throughout the university that our eleven shall win. The freshman football teams of the past three years have established a precedent which must not be broken. At the same time our team must work if they would succeed. The fact that very little has been heard of Yale's freshman team this year is no criterion...
...published today presents another phase of the misconception which has grown up concerning our present attitude on the football question. The questions are asked, Is not the dual league after all purely a Harvard scheme? Has not Harvard by withdrawing hurt rather than bettered her position? The answer to one question is the answer to both. The trouble with Princeton has no don't called out an expression of much needless ill-feeling. It is impossible, however, despite our recent defeat at her hands, that Princeton should put into the field a fair team capable of competing with Harvard...
...first article in the December Atlantic describes in a delightful manner one of the most famous of the old time taverns of Boston. The Bunch of Grapes was one of those old-fashioned inns for the entertainment of man and beast about which a thousand historical memories cluster, and whose kindly hospitality, "though lost to sense, still through memory stirs the heart and kindles the imagination...