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Article: Murder in broad daylight. (memories of Ivy League football)
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- National Review
- Article date:
- February 10, 1989
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THIS IS NOT going to to be a column about Spinoza or the Great Books, but about something equally important. That is to say, Ivy League football.
Someone ought to remember how it used to be. Even when the team that year wasn't much, you would walk through one of tbose tunnels at the Yale Bowl or into the afternoon sunlight at Harvard's stadium, and the packed-in crowd would be singing-yes, singing, Everyone knew the traditional college songs. "Crash through that line of Blue . . ." "Ten thousand men of Harvard . . ." Cole Porter had written the famous Yale song: "Bulldog, bulldog, bow wow wow."
The atmosphere surrounding these Ivy League games ...