Word: blue
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Dates: during 1910-1919
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Entries for the single and double scull and racing pair car races to be held tomorrow, Thursday and Friday, will close tonight at 5.30 o'clock. Blue books are now posted at Weld and Newell boathouses...
...wish to usher at Brown game, whether they have usher at other games or not, are to sign in the blue book at Leavitt and Pierre before Wednesday at 5 o'clock...
...leading 6 to 0. Throughout the period Yale maintained the advantage, but Brown's remarkable exhibition of defensive playing limited Yale's score to two filed goals both made by Braden. It was evident that the Providence eleven anticipated an early lead for Yale, and likewise foresaw that the Blue would enter the second half with many substitutes in the line-up. These calculations proved correct, and not until the last two periods did Brown uncover her bewildering assortment of trick plays and criss-cross formations. Against a line weakened by substitutes these were invariably successful, and Brown rushed through...
...faces Yale, somehow it does not evidence the calibre of football of which it is capable. In all reason, why should Princeton players feel any diminution of spirit just because their opponents are from Harvard or Yale? There is no magic significance in either a Crimson jersey or a Blue jersey. It takes men to make a football team--men who will permit nothing to stop them. Princeton has such men and that "drive" which can defeat Harvard and Yale--the "drive" that Eddie Hart's team had. It will be an injustice to themselves if the 1916 team doesn...
...shimmering white in the east. Under me on the left the Vosges, like rounded sand dunes cushioned up with velvety light and dark mosses (really forests). But to the south, standing firmly above the purple cloth like icebergs shone the Alps. My! they looked steep and jagged. The sharp blue shadows on their western slopes emphasized the effect. One mighty group standing aloof to the West--Mont Blanc, perhaps. Ah, there are quantities of worm-eaten fields--my friends, the trenches,--and that town with the canal going through it must be M--. Right beside the capote of my engine...