Women, Whiskey, Accidents Flavored Huge Eli Weekend

So that was the Yale weekend.

The women were prettier and the drunks were drunker, but it all seemed very human. People who drove too fast had accidents, people who drank too much got sick, and half the people who made bets lost them.

In the Bowl 70,000 people cheered and hoped and got mad at the referees as only a Harvard-Yale game could provoke them. A good 25,000 were snarled in the pre-game New Haven traffic and missed the opening kickoff. The ten kickoffs that followed more than made up for it.

Scalpers Scalped

Ticket scalpers had a bad time, and most of the men who remembered last year's high prices felt mighty smug about it. At 1:30 o'clock Saturday afternoon, a pair of seats could be had for downwards of five dollars. Dozens of big, vividly-tailored dealers were hawking their wares at the gates of the Bowl along with some unhappy looking students, but takers were few.

Most Harvard men whipped out of New Haven soon after the game to leave the crowded restaurants, bars, and fraternities to the celebrating Yalies. Cocktails were on tap in just about every other room, and the Whiffenpoofs must have sung at half the parties. One visitor heard them four times.

It was a very busy weekend for the ambulances and tow trucks. Just ask anyone who drove along the Merritt or Route 5. Cars got jammed up for miles on the way down Saturday morning, as couples got out to look at mashed fenders and shattered grills. Last night in Connecticut, some 80 people stopped to watch an auto utterly devoured by flames.

Last Big Weekend

This was the last big weekend for the little boys who scramble for pennies along the trolley route from Yale out to the Bowl. The open trolleys, with raccoon coats and windswept skirts, clinging to the sides, are officially a thing of the past. People just don't take the trouble to pay for their ride, so there'll be shiny new busses by next fall.

Once everyone knew who had won. Harvard and Yale men seemed to mix like gin and vermouth.