Word: vag
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...understood at once that Vag has no intent to draw a crude and obvious analogy. Some may reason, since this is a football day, that Vag is inferring that Napoleon was a good soldier who was eventually defeated; and that West Pointers are good soldiers who may meet the same fate today. This logic, however, is too shallow. Football is not war, nor is the stadium a Waterloo battlefield for either team. Columbia has already given the soldiers a taste of defeat; but then Napoleon came back strongly after his Leipzig setback. The Little Corporal once more reigned supreme...
...Vag knows that Ezra Cornell won't mind. He will keep on smiling as he watches his sons--the sons of Cornell--do battle with the Bruin-bruised sons of John. Vag will smile, too. Like Ezra, he feels that Cornell is probably going "to be great." But, like Ezra, Vag also "took his measures accordingly." This afternoon he will escort his Pine Manor cheering section to the game, well knowing that their young voices can last out even the toughest gridiron battle. It's Vag's own personal sacrifice. The Crimson will get vocal support, but God help Vag...
Like every other honest young man, the Vag has oftentimes admitted to himself, and, occasionally to others, that he would make a wonderful tailback. Provided, of course, that he could ever muster time enough to get into good condition again and buck up nerve enough to report for practice. It is no secret to the Vag that he probably could tuck that pigskin under his wing and run like hell for a touchdown against most any opposition. And he's a pretty keen fellow when it comes to calling plays, too, for that matter. Mix them up--run, pass, kick...
...time Vag has known lots of Harvard footballers. They are pretty human and they have fun and some of them like symphony, too. Maybe some of them write, or would like to write, sentimental stuff like Vag does. The other fellow's pasture may seem greener to them, too, and so maybe they can understand why the Vag feels like playing football these days. Especially on Saturdays...
...Vag knows deep down inside that he'll stay in his own pasture. Gridiron glory is not for the lackadaisical type such as he. Instead this afternoon he'll provide himself with a Wellesley Miss, fortify himself with all his stadium impedimenta, and be off to Soldiers Field to watch the season's premiere against the Browns. As far as the game is concerned the Vag promises to confine himself to yelling. He figures that some of the other boys can probably take care of the ball-toting and signal calling well enough...