Well, folks, here I am back again. Although swelling with pardonable parental pride at the marvellous showing of Joe Jr. last week, I am not going to let him prognosticate for you again this week. Jealousy? Ridiculous! Jealousy is not one of Great-Hearted Joe Forecast's faults. I realize that Joe Jr. won money for keen Harvard business men last week when he predicted Harvard's victory over Holy Cross, though the little rascal didn't give the exact score. He also did well on the other ames except for getting Penn and Penn State mixed up--a natural mistake for a young fellow.

But this week is too serious a matter for a child, even a child of the Forecast blood. The stars have been speaking to me during this week, but they have not been as coherent as usual. They seem to tell me to look for five touchdowns or more in the Stadium today, but they don't say who will make them. I am a loyal Harvard man--big enough to overlook the few times that Coach Horween has failed to follow my suggestions to the letter--he's usually been sorry afterward--so I hope that three of those five touchdowns will be made by the Crimson-jerseyed hosts. I should like to see the score Harvard 20, Dartmouth 14, I suggested as much to the stars, but they refused to confirm my suggestion definitely. But even the stars don't lightly run afoul of a Forecast in anger, and I promise severe astronomical disturbances if they fail me this afternoon and give all those five touchdowns to the Big Green.

And then there are other games:

Army 13, Yale 10.

Princeton 20, Cornell 7.

Boston College 14, W; Va. Wesleyan 0.

Penn 7, Chicago 0.

Notre Dame 27, Indiana 7.