Fifty-five years of Harvard-Yale football, even without mentioning games west of the Hudson, have consistently fooled the "Saturday morning quarterback" and his comparative paper scores. And this in a manner equaled only by The Literary Digest.

The platitude of the game's being over only when the final whistle blows will stand longer than any mellow undergraduate who holds his arms in a circle over his head for the visitors' score. The tie game with Princeton, and the record against the Navy discount any need for laws of averages or "under-dog psychology." "Truly," to quote a sports writer, "the astute Harlow has brought this team along a cross-country mile since it took those early shellackings".

With enthusiastic undergraduate and graduate backing and a universal respect for Coach Harlow's work, Harvard's candidate for the Big Three title promise to change the sense of the old Whiffenpoof song: "The saddest tale we have to tell".