Racquetmen Easily Down Hapless Yale Squad, 9-0

If anyone can remember the last time Yale beat Harvard in their annual squash match, it is probably some middle-aged Yale.

And yesterday, on the Hemenway courts, the Crimson racquetmen treated nine weary Bulldogs to another whipping they won't want to remember--a humiliating 9-0 defeat.

The match with Yale was the last of Harvard's regular season, securing for the Crimson second place in the Ivies behind Princeton, and an impressive 11-1 record.

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The Bulldogs, before they were battered, believed they had a chance against the Crimson this year. They had beaten Penn 6-3 three weeks ago, while Harvard defeated Penn by only 5-4 on Sunday. But the top Quaker requetmen had not played against Yale and, as was proven yesterday, the Bulldog victory over Penn was merely a fluke.

The Harvard-Yale meeting was the kind of match in which the players considered best were those who disposed their opponents in the least time.

Undefeated for the year, fourth-ranked Fred Fisher finished his match fastest. Disk Cashin, the number three man, met Fisher in the gallery after Fisher had dressed. "What's up?" asked the bewildered Cashin. "Oh, I just won," replied Fisher.

The Bulldog had been beaten in a mere 18 minutes.

Six of the Crimsonracquetmen cruised to 3-0 victories. Peter Havens, ranked fifth, faced the only challenge the Bulldogs could muster all day.

Havens said he was surprised he had had so much trouble. "I thought he would be nothing but a slam-bang man, but he turned out to be good," he said. "But I wasn't playing very well anyway."

The top three-ranked Harvard hitters were racking up big bills as well as scores. Pete Blasier, Bill Kaplan and Cashin each shattered a racquet on the side walls.

Despite the destruction, one squad member described the match as a "genteel affair." But the Yalies were hardly gentlemen. Depressed and defeated, the broken Bulldogs declined to attend the traditional post-match cocktail party, whimpering back to New Haven after the walloping.

So the Crimson squad celebrated the squashing in solitude pleased with a perfect end to a near perfect season.