It is not the speechless awe with which Crimson fans watched their team slash the paws, face, and body of the Tiger that deserves recognition. It is not the spontaneous victory march after the game, in which every true Harvard man joined, overjoyed that he had seen a defeat that was a defeat of a major foe. Nor the individual playing of certain members of the backfield and line. All these considering the distressful circumstances which have piled high around Cambridge football in the past four years, were to be expected.

Rather the fact that the Princeton massacre was the necessary outcome of steady improvement and of patience under the stress of alternate disappointment and hope requires emphasis, and the fact that a well-drilled team playing a hard, consistent, alert game as a team has brought fruition to the ceaseless effort of Dick Harlow, victory to the undergraduates, and a book to Harvard's stock in the national football market. Now two more animals remain to be vivisected: the Mule and the Bulldog.