Communication

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To the Editor of the Crimson:

Doubtless your columns could be filled for several days, describing various incidents and almost or near-tragedies which occurred at the game in New Haven last Saturday. But if your space permits I should like to tell you and your readers of an incident which came under my observation.

A friend and myself motored to New Haven in the morning and parked in a field near the Bowl, along with several hundred others. After the game, and soaked to the skin, we anticipated trouble in getting out. Our fears were justified, for we had scarcely moved a few hundred feet when we were stuck in the mud--with dozens of cars nearby in the same predicament. We struggled, and cursed,--got out in the mud and rain and secured two helpers to give us assistance. Football terms are the best description, for we rarely gained ten yards in four struggles. After about an hour of that discouraging work, we heard a lot of noise behind, and down the road came a Ford coupe--nothing daunted and with the greatest ease. At that moment my friend and I were feeling about our lowest, and we were strongly reminded that the days of Sir Philip Sidney are not over, for out of that very Ford stepped two Harvard undergraduates (both feeling fine!) and offered assistance. We thanked them, but refused, as we had help, and they promptly went to the nearest car in trouble and offered their services. I saw those two boys help six cars out--with their Ford, or else pushing. They must have been drenched, as all who sat through the game were, and then they got covered with mud. One man had the poor taste to offer them money, when the student turned away, the man inquired if that was Harvard spirit. "No." came the well-deserved rebuke. "It's the spirit of human kindness." We asked if they wouldn't have some gin or brandy for the sake of their health, and they then showed a jug of whiskey my friend and I left after a while, but those boys were still there helping many cars out of that terrible mud in the midst of pouring rain--and their reward? just a few words of thanks.

Such evidence of character cannot go by unnoticed the wit and cheer they spread in most trying circumstances. They had to drive their Ford coupe to Cambridge that night and, to be frank with you, Mr. Editor, I have been worried and concerned to know whether they reached home safely without mishap, and did not take pneumonia. I also hope no trouble came to them over their bottle. John A. C. Stevenson, Yale '13.