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...invading squad of Orange and Black players is scheduled to arrive in Boston early this morning, and will try out the Stadium turf at 10 o'clock. Following a short drill the Tigers will repair to the Belmont Country Club to rest up for the big clash tomorrow...
Well, dear readers, this looks like a very large day. For before the last rays of the setting sun cease to cast a Crimson glow over the Green turf of the Great Allston Horseshoe (not bad, that, for an unliterary person), football fandom will be surprised, yea, shocked, for--but I'm not supposed to tell how Harvard games are to come out. That is part of the scouting agreement that Bill Roper, Tad Jones, and I made; and all good scouts keep their agreements just as regularly as they do their daily good turns. So I won't tell...
...shown more early season offensive potentiality than any Crimson eleven of late years step into its stride today against a supposedly weaker combination and claim rank as a powerful scoring machine? That is a question which will be answered when Captain Coady's men step on the Stadium turf at 2.30 o'clock this afternoon to do battle with the William and Mary gridiron squad. The visitors from the south are smarting from a 35 to 0 defeat administered by Syracuse last week and are anxious to retrieve their 14 to 7 loss on Soldier's Field last season...
Doubling around a wisp of fence, into the stretch at Belmont came a flying clot of horses. People in the Grand Stand scrambed up on the backs of the ramped benches; nonchalance deserted the idlers in front of the Turf Club; they shouted a name that shook itself out like a battle-banner in the grey autumnal air: "Crusader." He-Man O'War's bravest son, best three-year old of the year-was in front. At one flank humped a dark witch-rabbity horse named Mars; at the other a little brown three-year old, William Ziegler...
...Queen of England waited beside Court No. 1. Her shapely hands were folded in her lap, her pale eyes looked politely down at the green square of turf whereon the person she awaited would shortly appear. "Shortly," officials assured her, bending anxiously over the back of the Royal Box; "á l´instant," said agitated Jean Borotra, hurrying up to explain. The Queen waited, the crowd waited, the green square of turf waited -but Suzanne Lenglen did not come...