"The road to Ellis paved with good intentions," gurgled the Sage of the Age as he downed the Antaya bottle of Brewster get tight, his spirits growing Dampier and Dampier. "Cummings," he yelled at the door. "You may get a Hanover too. Diaz mean to Sayres that Lewis still sober?"

"Schuster be that Holmes the place to get drunk, but Dartmouth's in town. So take a Holt of this drink, and I'll Carey you home later. Did you Evers see a backfield like the Indians have? It'll be a Black day for Harvard if they get going. But I still Kast my vote for the Crimson. Harvard 14  Dartmouth 7