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The Harvard football team has played its first game of the season and won. In other years this would be a statement to excite no comment. It would be a matter of course. But there is a great significance in the fact this year.
This was a very different game from the opening games of other seasons. It was played on a strange field almost unheralded and unattended. There was no squad of forty or fifty men to come dashing on the field from the locker building, led by a Brickley or a Mahan. No staff of coaches and managers followed. A bare squad of twenty-two men, with one coach and one manager, was all there was no cheer from the Harvard stands met it, for there was no Harvard stand. The red jerseys and stockings were all that distinguished it to the ordinary observer.
Yet it was the team, our University team, and deep down, 'way underneath, one could see the fundamental resemblance between it and its predecessors. It needs not Brickleys and Mahans to prove it. The mere fact that it went on the field and won was enough. Though the sheer physical ability of other years was lacking, the spirit was there. Long before the season is over, every graduate and undergraduate will have realized it.
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