For a school of its recreational notoriety. Dartmouth certainly has a lot of signs prohibiting alcohol consumption in its stadium. But the clever Harvard fans managed to circumvent them, much to the chagrin of 1930's representatives.
"What, the girls at Harvard are now drinking beer."
"It's lite beer," responded the offender.
"When I was at Harvard, the girls drank straight gin."
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The Dartmouth undergrads didn't leave Harvard's older representatives any too thrilled, either. At halftime, before either band could take the field, a Big Green mass of freshmen swarmed onto the field and formed a mammoth "88," as tall as the field is wide, and ran in circles chanting "Harvard sucks."
While a contingent of ushers kept the assembled masses from storming the visitors' stands, it looked like a call too close for comfort--especially for some of our grey-crew-cut friends in Section 22, who advised. "That's enough patience--let's see some police brutality. C'mon, brutalize them."
And the Dartmouth public announcer, knowing a captive audience when he saw one, introduced Hanover's largest musical combo as "a band that was not rated the worst band in the country by 'Sports Illustrated.'"
But to all the tons of green apparel, to all the makers of expletive-ridden signs, to all the field hockey players with "Beat Harvard" signs taped to the seats of their warmup pants, to all the dogs with green bandanas tied around their necks, the Crimson football team sent an unmistakable message in crystal-clear body language:
"Wait 'til next year."