It was up to Billy Dibble, the new captain, to bring about another championship.  We were to play Andover a return game there.  Captain Dibble was left with but three of last year’s team as a foundation to build on.  Dibble’s team made a wonderful record.  He was a splendid example for the team to follow, and his playing, his enthusiasm, and earnest efforts contributed much toward the winning of the Andover, Princeton freshmen and Hill School games.  There appeared at Lawrenceville a new coach who assisted Street and George.  He was none other than the famous Princeton halfback, Douglas Ward, whose record as an honored man in the classroom as well as on the football field was well known to all of us, and had stood out among college athletes as a wonderful example.  He was very modest.  I recall that some one once asked him how he made the only touchdown against Yale in the ’93 game.  His reply was:  “Oh, somebody just pushed me over.”

Fresh in my memory is the wonderful trip that we boys made to Andover.  We were proud of the fact that the Colonial Express was especially ordered to stop at Trenton for us, and as we took our seats in the Pullman car, we realized that our long looked for expedition had really begun.

We had a great deal of fun on the trip to Boston.  Good old George Cadwalader was the center of most of the jokes.  His 215 pounds added to the discomfort of a pair of pointed patent leather shoes, which were far too small for him.  As soon as he was settled in the train he removed them and dozed off to sleep.  Turk Righter and some of the other fun makers tied the shoe strings together, and hung them out of the window where they blew noisily against the window pane.

When we arrived in Jersey City it was a treat for us to see our train put aboard the ferry boat of the N. Y., N. H. & H. R. R., and, as we sailed down the bay, up the East River and under the Brooklyn Bridge to the New Haven docks, it all seemed very big and wonderful.

When the train stopped at New Haven, we were met by the Yale-Lawrenceville men, who wished us the best of luck; some of them making the trip with us to Boston.  When we arrived in Andover the next day I had the satisfaction of seeing my brother and cousin, who were at that time attending Andover Academy.

The hospitality that was accorded the Andover team, while at Lawrenceville the year before, was repaid in royal fashion.  We had ample time to view the grounds and buildings and grow keen in anticipation and interest in the afternoon’s contest.

When the whistle blew, we were there for business.  My personal opponent was a fellow named Hillebrand, who besides being a football player was Andover’s star pitcher.  Later on we became the best of friends and side partners on the Princeton team, and often spoke of our first meeting when we played against each other.  Hillebrand was one of the greatest athletes Andover ever turned out.  Lawrenceville defeated Andover in one of the hardest and most exciting of all Prep.  School contests, one that was uncertain from beginning to end.