Word: penns
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...from the seat behind me, rolling out "RRRRRoyce Shaw" 's and predictions as the bus rumbled through one of the less scenic parts of New York City last Friday. The freshman and varsity cross-country teams were on their way to the big dual meet of the season- with Penn and boy wonder Julio Piazza. Mr. Fair was impressed by his new little witticism, and he repeated it four or five times to make sure everyone heard and to see if eventually I'd write it down in my notebook...
...minutes after our arrival, the bus full of Penn harriers pulled up and emptied. Coach Jim Tupenny clipboard in hand, strode out ready for an upset. Very confident-looking man as he stood there straight as could be, his head raised just right. He watched as his boys took up a jog and headed around the course. He smiled...
Before long. Crimson runners returned from their warmup and started doing exercises. I was really psyched. I ran around with my instamatic, snapping artsy-craftsy pictures of jocks as the big moment approached. After Penn returned to the starting area. I found out who Julio was and started taking shots of Tupenny and Julio, standing together in the field. "Colburn is going to psyche them out." It was Mr. Fair, looking Irish, looking vindictive. I think he was pretty mad that Penn all of a sudden thought it could give Harvard's cross-country team some trouble...
...sight, but the rest was Harvard. With about three-quarters or half a mile to go. McCurdy turned to me and smiled. "Well, teamwise, its over." It was great, but what of Mr. Fair's predictions about Shaw? Then he started coming. Shaw had recently passed Stevens of Penn and was now closing on a group of three Quakers. He walked by two of them before the finish, and it seemed he had made twopence of Tupenny, although people like Colburn. Heyburn, Koerner, and Spengler probably should be credited with assists, since they finished second through fifth...
...legend of the Harvard cross-country team. Mr. Fair, McCurdy, and freshman coach Pappy Hunt rolled on with Penn behind. They have an awful lot of fun, which may seem strange for a cross-country team. You'd probably expect them to be pain machines with that no-nonsense attitude. But they've come to realize how good they are, something I'm sure they've always suspected. They were winners in high school, and after just a short time here figured out that they were the closest thing to unbeatable around. You can't help but realize they...