I stand now in the position of a monarch whose crown is tottering. Last week was a bad one for me, but I'm man enough to take my beating without excuses--just as any Forecast would. I am giving Joe Jr. an example of huge moral courage, letting him learn anew the significance of the motto, or the Forecast coat-of-arms. We stood together in my library my hand on little Joe's shoulder; and I pointed to the famous Forecast crest--crossed shovels, a sitting bull couchant on a field gules argent, with the scutcheon emblazoned "Nimmermehr Alibi" And I said, "My son, remember this and live up to it as I have done."

Of course there was that little blonde from Cleveland who induced me to forecast Ohio to beat Princeton, but I don't mention that. Nor do I reveal the reasons of state that led me to pick Brown over Dartmouth- though they would surprise you.

Rather do I turn my face to the future. Many of you probably think Princeton will pulverize a Caldwell-less Yale team. But that's all you know about it. What a surprise you're for. As for Harvard and Brown, I really prefer not to say. For on that game little Joe and I have had our first big differences of opinion. And who knows, the little chap may be right. So I'll just keep still. Yale 16  Princeton 7 Dartmouth 34  Cornel l7 Michigan 13  Navy 7 Notre Dame 20  Army 6 Georgetown 27  Boston College 0 Tufts 20  Bowdoin 0 Williams 14  Amherst 3 N. Y. C. 13  Penn State 6