SWIMMING AFTERMATH

A trio walking into Jim's place after the beating administered to Yale Saturday night were discussing the meet and the principal star, and the hysteria which had been aroused was well summed up by one of them when he said, "Boy, I'm telling you, Hutter is next to God tonight." He was probably not the only one who would have said just about the same thing, for Harvard was more emotionly aroused after that clash than they have been since the already historical 14-14 tie with Princeton.

There were several things that happened there at the Pool that turned the tide on the Elis. Everyone know that Jameson and Cummin would win, that the medley team would win, that Charley Hutter would pick up least ten points. The things that counted were Rus Greenhood's winning the dive, Don Barker's third in the 100, and Jim Monroe's third in the breaststroke.

Colony a Splendid Leader

And on the subject of those behind the scenes down among the mermen, there is one person who has gotten remarkably little publicity during the current season because he has been out shown by such stars as Hutter and Jameson. That is Johnny Colony. A good captain is essential on any team that is to be successful, and Colony is more than just a good captain. Last night Hal Ulen called him a "splendid leader, one who co-operated wonderfully all season. I admire him."

Greg Jameson has swum his last meet against Yale and while Harvard will miss him, they may not have to look too far for a successor. Jim Monroe has been coming up all season, and the race he swam against Macionis for second place was one of the thrills of the meet. It has been seven years since Hal Ulen came to Cambridge and this is his first victory over Yale; it will not be his last, and unless we miss our guess, next year will be Number 2.

Ulen's Great Record

Back at Syracuse, the happy Harvard mentor had a good record piled up, but there was one team he always lost to--Yale. Kiphuth was coaching the Elis then, too, so that accounts still further for the joy with which his defeat was greeted. When Ulen came to Harvard, he realized his chances of licking Kiphuth were just so much greater here because of the traditional rivalry between the Crimson and the Blue. Never did this rivalry reach a higher point than it did as Ulen at last got his heart's desire.

For several years he has, at least publicly, been announcing he expected to beat Yale that season. Saturday night there was no question in his mind. As it was announced that Macionis would swim the breaststroke, he came running by the press table. Somebody yelled at him, "How many meets has Yale won?" The reply came back . . . "Call it 162, 163, 164, I don't care. They won't win this one."

My Chips Are Colored Blue

Then he craftily tore back to his dressing room and hastily slipped on an old suit of clothes; he had good reason, for the deed was done, and as Hutter finished his great 440 the Yale jinx was ended. The meet was soon finished and from the high board a Harvard man, fully clothed, dove into the pool. He was only one of the countless number who had lost money. It might not be amiss to recall the Yale News article appearing shortly before the meet--"My chips are colored Blue--on past experience. So come on Harvard. We'll take anything up to five to three."