Daily Dartmouth Goes Under By Poonish Score, 23 to 2

"We've been in a ball game," gasped eleven weary Green men as they emerged from their iron lungs this morning. Victims of a merciless 23-2 shellacking at the hands of a stellar group of CRIMSON pigskin-toters, the footsore Indians reached blindly for the first bottled objects that came their way.

Scoring four times in the first minute of play, the Plympton Street All Stars coasted on their laurels and an empty keg of Pabst Blue Ribbon the rest of the way. The first score, chalked up 30 seconds before the opening whistle, came about after a pass, a punt, a prayer, and a foul ball into the left field stands. Refusing to use his anti-tank division until the opening of a second front, Hesdman Rocknelberry Fenn used three full teams and an umpire in subaning the hapless Hanoverians.