JOE FORECASTS THWARTED IN PLAN

The unprecedented success of my magnum opus of last year. "The Forecast Saga, "had led to a popular clamor for a sequel, to called "The Silver Shovel." And I promised to write it, but the little woman has put her foot down. She says my life story must not appear, that she does not want to have to share me with all the world. Vainly I tried to argue that there was enough of me to go round. "If there is, " I said, "something in my story that makes young hearts beat faster, is it fair not to give it to posterity?" But the was obdurate, and with typical Forecast foresight, I saw trouble looming.

So I will stick to my workaday business of prognostication and set you all straight on what the weekend holds in store. I am forced modestly to admit that I was pretty good last week. The amount of money I saved Princeton men (I'm not one to bear grudge) ran into four figures, not counting dollar sings and decimal points. Mine has well been called the most sensational comeback since Sheridan's return to the Union army at Winchester. (N.B.--All historical references are supplied by Joe, Jr, a bright little chap):

This week present more of a problem, But I approach it with traditional fearlessness. We Forecasts are a courageous crew. I might tell you stirring tales of the family's heroic past--of the Forecast who died for an idea-- of the Forecast who was confined for life for lack of an idea. But I will not. Rather will I show you that the Forecast of today need not hide their heads when their ancestor's names are mentioned.

Little Joe, by the way, has been very unruly this week. Lie insists on telling everyone that Yale will win by three touchdowns, despite my explaining to loin the New liaren traditions of quarter back play. He sees no logical reason why a porous Harvard line becomes adamant within their own ten-yard line. The fact that Yale has scored but one touchdown in the Stadium since 1907 doesn't mean a things to him. He has never seen the Yale trick play of a pass from the center to the great open spaces. But the little fellow will learn. Give him time. Even Yale men haven't learned it thoroughly yet, judging from the quoted odds in our daily journals. My message of warning to my Yale friends today is that no Yale team has ever good enough and no Harvard team ever poor enough to make the Eils a legitimate favorite.

I know what traditions mean at New Haven, and I don't believe the no-touch-down-in-the-stadium tradition will be lightly tossed aside. I understand that "Ducky" Pond sat lone on at Yale Fence completely ostracized, after he forgot he was in the Stadium and ran 60 yards with a recovered fumble for Yale's only Stadium touchdown since Joe Forecast first pair of rompers. And with that lesson in mind two years later, the Yale backs argued and argued as to who would make the supreme sacrifice but on would do it. And who has ever questioned the courage of Bunnell, Kline, et Al? (Ed Note--Just who this fellow Al is we don't know, but we at least won't question his courage).

Bearing this in mind, the Forecast fortune has been staked on the issue of today's contest. He has bet that is Yale wins, it will be by less that a touchdown margin. Having scouted the Blue last week, I am enough impressed with their strength to concede them the bare possibility of a victory by a goal; but I refuse absolutely to grant them the superiority of a touchdown. If I'm wrong, you are all invited to a little party in Section 32, Row PP, right after the game. There will be refreshment's Joe Forecast will eat a handsome gray fedora.