STALKING THE TIGER

John Harvard has always had to do with ferocious animals. If it is not the growl of the Bull-dog, it is the roar of the Tiger; and today when the estimable puritanical gentleman goes down into the Palmer Stadium, he will be very wary, for he has felt the Tiger's claws. In his lair the Tiger is particularly wily. But John will watch his step and keep his finger on the trigger, for only twice in the past has be "done in" the Tiger in his new Stadium.

After seven barren years and two successive defeats it is only natural to be wary and to keep a finger on the trigger. But, cautious and slow as he may be, John is a sturdy old gentleman, with all the determination of his ancestors who lived in the woods and treated with the Indians, and he has never quailed before the dog from New Haven or the tiger from the Princeton jungle. Today he knows that the sages are counting him out, are backing the tiger in the annual stalking match. But he remembers the advice of his even more remote ancestor and he is trusting in God and keeping his powder dry. It will be a lucky tiger who escapes with John's scalp when he is in this mood.