Football

Just before the last whistle blew at New Haven, a sign was carried around asking people to keep off the field after the game because the Army wanted to use it for maneuvers. An ironic roar arose from Yale watchers who had seen their team, behind at the end of the half, use it for sensational football. Unstoppable little Albert J. Booth Jr., 144-pound halfback, showed Mother Yale and his own mother, who was watching him play, how easy it was to score every one of his team's three touchdowns against Army's much-touted Cagle and Murrell. Yale 21, Army 13.

Like Princeton's Captain Jack Whyte, Halfback Booth is a "town boy" who made good. He played football for Hill House High School (New Haven), where his older brother is still in school. Under Coach Richard Lovell (Yale, 1909), to whom he attributes his present football ability, he captained the New Haven Boys' Club (working boys) team for two years. At Yale he lives in F Dormitory, Vanderbilt Sheffield Hall, was elected last week to the student council of Sheffield Scientific School (Yale technical college). As a freshman he was captain of football, basketball, baseball, for which he keeps in training by packing meat for Sperry & Barnes (New Haven) in the summer. Albert J. Booth Sr., a polisher in the Westchester Co. (arms) always watches his son play: Booth Jr. does not think he will go in for professional football.

Even if the fat referee who got in the way of a Harvard end in the third period had worn a Dartmouth uniform he could not have arranged many more points than the mountainmen made by themselves. With his pony backfield round him, Alton ("Special Delivery") Marsters, the season's individual high-scorer, hip-shuffled up and down the field until his friends ran out of the stands and tore up the goal posts. Dartmouth 34, Harvard 7. Next week High Scorer Marsters will have a chance to pit prowess against Yale's Albie Booth (see above).

Thirty-five years ago Herbert Hoovet was treasurer of a Stanford team coached by the late Walter Camp. Last week another Stanford team so big and fast it would have made Hoover's bunch look like little boys was beaten by eleven Southern Californians. Duffield's 14-yard pass over the middle of the line to Tappan was the edge. Southern California 7, Stanford 0.

Quarterback Hank Frank waited to pull his triple play until he was inside the 20-yard line: Centre to Sebo, to Stevens, to Borton, who ran across. Syracuse 6, Brown 0.

Frosty Peters was laid up with a broken rib early in the week. Coach Zuppke had Mills call the signals which baffled Michigan when the time came. Illinois 14, Michigan 0.

A fairly competent Notre Dame team worked hard and patiently until it got what it wanted. Notre Dame 7, Carnegie Tech. 0.

Not worried much by charges of professionalism standing against him, Iowa's Oran Pape and 35 other Hawkeyes went to Madison, Wis. Eleven of them took turns showing Wisconsin what, if anything, Pape was paid for. Iowa 14, Wisconsin 0.

Tackle Mike Marsh had a bad cold all week and several other Ohio Statesmen did not feel like much, but Indiana had its troubles too. A cautious game full of punts and fumbles ended in a scoreless tie.

Nebraska and Missouri traded touchdowns and called it a day, 7 to 7.

After a bad start, the Florida Alligators scuttled surprisingly through Georgia's

Yale-beating line to win, 18 to 6. This week Florida plays Harvard.

For three periods Tulane's first team played rings around Georgia Tech, but substitutes almost threw it all away when they got in. Tulane 20, Georgia Tech 14.

Four flyers from the Russian plane Land of the Soviets, flying around the world, paused in Chicago long enough to see a big Purdue back named Glenn Harmeson behave much the way Alex Yune-vich did against Michigan two weeks ago. Purdue 26, Chicago 0.

As Washington's Westerweller, dazed, was being led off the field, he stopped for a minute to look back. At that moment an Oregon halfback was running loose. Westerweller threw off his blanket, rushed out and made the tackle. Before the amazed referee could make a decision, Washington's Coach Bragshaw rushed on the field, sent Westerweller away, conceded Oregon a touchdown. Oregon 14, Washington 0.

Stimulated by a public flaying for "stupidity" from Head Coach Bill Roper, but still showing the effects of amateurish backfield coaching and not enough drill for the line, Princeton's heavy team pulled even with the Navy by a long pass at the last moment. Then Barfield missed the goal. Princeton 13, Navy 13.