Over the waste stretches of the march lands journey the Ten Thousand Men of Harvard with their goal a white line across a green field far away guarded the rumor goes by an indigo Cerebus. This afternoon before the sun drift into the concrete of the Bowl and sufficient thrills have entered sufficient college hearts the yearly puzzle will unravel: does or does not John Harvard win his big games.

Nor is the puzzle unpleasant in the unravelling. To see a tiny bit of pig skin move back and forth in the zig zag of modern football remain among the few stalwart pleasures of modern life. And when those who do the zig zaggling represent Yale and Harvard the journey of the Ten Thousand is purely a Fighteous crusade and Cerberus not half the monster that he might be longjours landace pour le sport.