Last Saturday a rough and tough Princeton team set foot on the hallowed soil of Cambridge. Nine men in old clothes filed out--of the CRIMSON building with clubs over their shoulders to meet the strangers from New Jersey. It was the first conflict between the warriors of the two colleges this spring. They crossed bats on Soldiers Field. A furious mound battle waxed hot for hours under the vigilant eye of Boston police. Neither side could get the advantage. Darkness came with the score tied. They carried the fight indoors. Banquetting followed. At 3 next morning empty cases were seen piled high about the scene of the last stage of the fray. The CRIMSON editors were still upright. They had maintained their dignity. Harvard had gained the victory. They quitted themselves like gentlemen.
'Tis a strange tale--this story of a Princetonian-CRIMSON picnic on the banks of the Charles celebrated by a special issue of the Harvard paper burlesquing the break between the two Universities. Older and more experienced heads in positions of influence in these worthy institutions might well profit by the example set by their young colleagues. --Yale Daily News.
