Word: coaching
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Dates: during 1930-1930
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...there have been no games as yet, no accurate estimate of the worth of individual players can be made. Head Coach A. E. French '29 indicated, however, that the team is expected to show up better than any first year elevens have in the last few years...
...this afternoon against a band of gymnasts from Springfield in a game that promises to be more of a thriller than originally looked for. The Crimson ordinarily would be an overwhelming favorite to take the game but with nine men out of the contest and Springfield determined and set, Coach Horween and his men will have considerable trouble on their hands...
...Harvard team is at present in the most crippled state that it has been in since the beginning of the year. Eight men are out with injuries, and just yesterday Coach Horween announced that Trainer also would not start. Trainer will be on hand on the sidelines to go in if necessary, however. The octet of cripples includes Mays and White, first string backs; Crickard. Mays' understudy: Talbot and Kales, Team A linemen; and Trafford, Myerson, and Faxon, substitute linemen...
During the year we shall engage in 375 intercollegiate games. The prestige of the college does not depend on any of these contests. No one will accuse you of having "poor-spirit" if you prefer to spend your Saturday afternoons in the library. No coach will urge you to play "for the glory of dear old Harvard...
Harvard knows better. It knows that a good football team goes merely with the cash to hire the right coach and the alumni to send the right men. There is, we agree, no glory attached to that. When the Michigan team plays eleven boys who just happen to attend Harvard we shall eschew the Michigan locomotive and the skyrocket. Bue we shall keep our eyes open to see whether Barry Wood, with fourth down and goal to go, glances at his wrist watch and rushes off the field explaining: "Excuse me, please, I have a heavy bit of reading...