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Second Half. - Yale kicked off, and for some time Harvard was hard pressed. At last Holden got a touch-down. The trial at goal by Grant was lost, but Holden soon sent the ball over by a ground-kick. The three quarters of an hour were now nearly ended, but another goal was obtained by Grant, on a touch-down of Tebbets, before time was called. The score then stood: Harvard, 3 goals, 2 touch-downs; Yale, 0 goals, 0 touch-downs. The Harvard eleven were: Forwards, Davis, Tebbets, Bacon, Holden, Hooper, Nickerson; half-backs, Blanchard, Jordan (captain), Grant; backs...
...Sent up by milking cows...
...thinks that Jones is the English for God, comes up in a minute, and tells you how Jones wrote a letter to the little priestess in green, Miss Rosalie Montague; and how Miss Rosalie answered the letter, and dined with Jones the next evening; and how Jones has sent her a beautiful bracelet; and how he (Thompson) lent Jones the money to buy the bracelet with; and so on, ad infinitum. You laugh at Thompson's remarks, and say that Jones is a lucky man, - reflecting that he was never known to pay his debts. A little later you come...
...precisely three o'clock the players were arranged, and the battle began, the Harvards having the kick-off. One of the masterly Canadian drop-kicks immediately sent the ball back again near Harvard's goal. Then the running, dodging, and scrummages began, in which the sides were about evenly matched. But soon the Canadians had to act on the defensive, as the ball neared their goal. Fourteen minutes after the game began Whiting dropped the ball between and beyond the posts, and goal number one was scored for Harvard. The Canadians now had the kick-off, and sent the ball...
...week or two ahead of anybody else; his cigar-boxes and wine-bottles had the most recherche labels in the world; and his mantel-piece was covered with autograph portraits of the leading theatrical celebrities of the day. But with all this magnificence, Smith knew absolutely nothing. His tailor sent him his clothes, and he hardly knew how they were cut. He could n't tell the difference between cider and champagne, - much less between a real Havana and a domestic descendant of old sogers. He positively was not sure whether Signora Murfini of the Howard Athenaeum was really...