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Years later, when most have forgotten who won and by how much, 56,000 people will remember the day they braved the snow and bitter cold to watch a Harvard-Yale game in the Bowl. The snow made a fitting sequal to the rain of the Princeton contest and marked this fall as the season of the miserable Big 3 games.
There were no umbrellas this time to protect against the elements. The cold could be ignored only momentarily and almost an inch of snow covered the benches at game time, but this did not stop the Crimson cheering section from filling rapidly. Latecomers, most of them Elis, gingerly approached benches covered by another inch of snow.
The entertainment provided by the snow was slight and consisted of occasional snow-ball barages, aimed primarily at the Yale Band and the unicycling Crimson cheerleader.
Otherwise it was a serious thing. The usual milling crowds along Fraternity Row after the game had gone inside for some expensive warmth, and those who were headstrong enough to attempt the icy trip back to Cambridge Saturday night found that it took closer to six hours than three.
The cold, however, didn't dampen the traditional tone of the Yale weekend. Rather it provided an added stimulus to post-game entertainment, and along with the greased pigs and the CRIMSON'S speedy extra, was a part of every cocktail conversation. The extra was in fact the second publication of the day by Crimeds, the first being issue number three of the New Haven edition inaugurated last spring.
The three greased pigs took all attention from the doings of the Yale band during halftime, when they eluded the best flying tackles of groundskeepers and compiled the most yards rushing of the afternoon. Rumors last night blamed the Lampoon for their appearance, but in any event it was certain that they hadn't been playmates of Handsome Dan.
Tiny Charlie Yaeger was there over the weekend, wondering if "they've been hanging me in effigy down at Dillon," and happy to learn that last week someone had actually chalked in large letters on the Field House blackboard: "Remember Charlie Yaeger." Before Saturday it was hard for some Elis to think that the Blue hadn't won since manager Yaeger scored his famous extra point in the 1952 game.
Yesterday morning, when the ice was still there despite the sun, Yale guard Jack Embersits said quietly, "after we lost to Princeton, we had to win this one." The cheers in the Stadium which greeted the announcement of the 13-0 Yale-Princeton score last week had long since died away.
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