Fighting Harvard Rooters Barely Defeat West Point in Very Thrilling Alcoholic Encounter

The score last Saturday, as we all know, was Army 27, Harvard 6. This is the best the combined efforts of the two teams' gridmon could do. But the hordes of honest spectators, who had gladly payed $3.30 apiece to come to the game, were not satisfied with any such puny score. Harvard's rooters ran up the imposing score of 782 liquor bottles left behind on the Crimson half of the stadium, against West Point's 764.

Harvard, although it lost the football game, won, after a valiant struggle, the Championship of the Demon Rum. Nevertheless, one must admit West Point put up an amazingly good fight, considering the fact that two of its heartiest sections were, by orders from G.H.Q. completely and utterly dry. All the cadets are subject to a most rigorously enforced prohibition against intoxicating beverages, and so West Point's drinking was confined to the cadets' supporters, friends, and old grads. The Army's future officers may not be supposed to touch the stuff, but their allies practically make up for their teetotalism. 'West Pointers grow into real men, you see.

According to Dennis Enright, head curry-comber of the Stadium turf, there were actually less bottles left in the stadium after the Army game, than after any other major game this year. Is Harvard weakening? No, the reason is that the Harvard men had less reason to drown their grief than at the previous games for the Harvard team's heartening touchdown took the place of many a quart of gin.

Harvard's 782 bottles were consisted mainly by those which had just held Scotch, with Irish and Rye running up. West Point also preferred Scotch, though by not such a large majority.