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...Sinco Thorp officiated last Saturday When Princeton tied Navy, he was asked to do some prognosticating about tomorrow's score. "Well," he hazarded, "Princeton's inexperienced, but they're fighters. Their Mountain is a great back, and center Casey is tough on defense. Remember, though, when your Harlow gets your team into the form it was in last year's Yale game, it will murder anybody, yes sir, even Pittsburg...
...great tackle at Columbia in the early years of 1900, Thorp took up newspaper work and umpiring football, as well as some coaching, upon his gradution. A heavy, forceful man, his quality of saying the right thing at the right time has made him the top in the umpire world. He is always sent where the going is toughest. "I got to do Colgate-Holy Cross the day after tomorrow," he said. "I think they have had a little trouble there in the past...
...know," Thorp said, "that the greatest exhibition of grit I ever saw on a football field concerns a man you know. It was in 1910, and Penn State beat Pittsburgh 3-0. State had a tackle, one of the best there ever was, and he had water on the knee, had to be carried to the field. They put ice and stuff on his knee. The other team were confident that he couldn't play more than a few minutes. Well, he played an all-American game for 60 minutes. Name was Dick Harlow...
...Thorp has been refereeing or umpiring for more than thirty years, but his proudest record is that of having umpired 12 Harvard-Yale games in a row. Practically all his superlatives are connected with this ivy tradition. He ranks halfback Eddle Mahan as his greatest of greats but his real favorite, the "most gentlemanly" and "nicest fellow ever," is none other than quarterback Barry Wood...
Harvard coach Percy Haughton complained to Thorp, but the umpire was forced to tell him the old story of "nothing in the rules." So Haughton did some thinking. He contacted Warner and referred to the treachery. Before Warner could smile, Haughton said that after all it wouldn't make much difference, since he had decided to play with a distinctly red-painted football, which would show up nicely over jersey. He juggled the not yet dry pigskin menacingly. Now it was Warner's turn to beef. "Nothing in the rules," repeated Thorp. The Indians finally saw the light, turned their...