"UNDEFEATED SEASON"?

On Thursday, October 25, at Providence, the Radcliffe hockey team in its first game of the season met and defeated Pembroke by a score of 2-1.

The team left Radcliffe about 1.30 in various conveyances, after an earnest discussion of the relative values of routes 1, 1-A, etc., it arrived about 3.30 in toto at the field of the Wheeler School which was being used for the game. The field is outside Providence and here a pleasant pastoral effect was provided by the presence in a background of fields and trees, of cows, sheep, and a herd of goats whose faintly reproachful voices were frequently raised, by some strange coincidence, directly after a foul had been committed. --Radcliffe News.

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On Saturday November 3, at Allston, the Harvard football team in its fifth game of the season met and was defeated by Princeton by a score of 19-0.

The team left their rooms at about 11.15 in all manner of weird conveyances and arrived at the Varsity club at a little after 11.15 where a tasty lunch was spread, for them, prepared as only Mr. Waistcoat can. Delicious hot steaks were set appetizingly out in long platters, garnished with quaint sprigs of parsley. On the attractively decorated table were set large bowls of Raspberry jam, out of which peeped wide eyed little seeds. The steaming hot toast out of the big Union ovens came in and was eagerly devoured by the hungry horde of football fighters.

Far down the table came the cry of "Hurrah" as someone spied the steaming dish of,--(Lucille, what was it they had for a vegetable). Then came the dessert, pride of the Dining Hall Staff and so temptingly put forth that we suspect that Mr. Waistcoat had made a special attempt to spur our boys to victory. It was Harlequin ice cream, and all the boys knew what that meant. Such a combination of flavors, and all so tasty.

When the crumbs were at last dusted away, all the jolly group set off for Soldiers Field where that day they were to play their big game. And hadn't Harvard been waiting for it those eight long years.

"Which route shall we take," they shouted in one accord, but alas, none could agree, and they all picked out a different path to those historic grounds. One chose Plympton and then the Parkway, but that was being repaired, so that would never do. Then came a cry for Linden, but that too was up and they could not pass, what about Boylston, one of the crowd, a tackle, sang out, "oh, good," they cried in unison and so they all set out with light hearts and happy feet for Boylston, and then the Stadium, and all that lay behind that storied name.

Now the ivied walls were reached and then into the stadium they coursed, all happy to play the game. The sacred structure looked down with proper pride on her fighting horde, proud to bear Harvard's name. The pastoral effect here too was provided, as at Providence, by the many green fields that melted into the distance. . .