Produced by Stacy Brown, Suzanne Lybarger, Brian Janes and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net [Illustration: THREE VICTORIOUS PRINCETON CAPTAINS HILLEBRAND, COCHRAN, EDWARDS] FOOTBALL DAYS MEMORIES OF THE GAME AND OF THE MEN BEHIND THE BALL BY WILLIAM H. EDWARDS PRINCETON 1900 WITH INTRODUCTION BY WALTER CAMP YALE 1880 MOFFAT, YARD AND COMPANY NEW YORK 1916 Copyright, 1916, By MOFFAT, YARD AND COMPANY NEW YORK Dedicated to John P. Poe, Jr. Princeton '95 HONORED AND BELOVED BY HOSTS OF FRIENDS, HE REPRESENTED THE HIGHEST IDEALS OF AMERICAN FOOTBALL, NOT ONLY IN LIFE, BUT IN HIS DEATH UPON THE BATTLEFIELD IN FRANCE. AS I THINK OF HIM, THE STIRRING LINES OF HENRY NEWBOLDT COME TO ME AS A FITTING EULOGY: VITA LAMPADA There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night-- Ten to make and the match to win-- A bumping pitch and a blinding light, An hour to play and the last man in. And it's not for the sake of a ribboned-coat Or the selfish hope of a season's fame, But his captain's hand on his shoulder smote, "Play up! play up! and play the game!" The sand of the desert is sodden red-- Red with the wreck of a square that broke, The gatling jammed and the Colonel dead And the Regiment blind with dust and smoke. The river of death has brimmed its banks, And England's far, and honor a name-- But the voice of a school boy rallies the ranks, "Play up! play up! and play the game!" This is the word that year by year While in her place the school is set Every one of the sons must hear, And none that hears it dares forget. Thus they all with a joyful mind-- Bear their life like a torch in flame-- And failing, fling to the host behind, "Play up! play up! and play the game!" GREETING I value more highly than any other athletic gift I have ever received, the Princeton football championship banner that hangs on my wall. It was given to me by a friend who sent three boys to Princeton. It is a duplicate of the one that hangs in the trophy room of the gymnasium there. How often have I gazed longingly at the names of my loyal team-mates inscribed upon it. Many times have I run over in my mind the part that each one played on the memorable occasion when that banner was won. Memories cluster about that token that are dear and sacred to me. I see before me not only the faces of my team, but the faces of men of other years and other universities who have contributed so much to the great game of football. I recall the preparatory school days and the part that football played in our school and college careers. Again I see the athletic fields and the dressing rooms. I hear the earnest pleading of the coaches.