As we were about two miles outside of Lawrenceville, we saw a mass of light in the roadway, and when we heard the boys yelling at the top of their voices, we realized that the school was having a torch-light procession and coming to welcome us.  Great is that recollection!  They took the horses off and dragged the stage back to Lawrenceville and in and about the campus.  It was not long before the whole school was singing the song of success that Turk Righter had written.

A big celebration followed.  We did not break training because we had still another game to play.  When Lawrenceville had beaten the Hill School 20 to 0, many of us realized that we had played our last game for Lawrenceville.  George Cadwalader was shortly afterward elected Captain for the coming year.  It was at this time that Lawrenceville was overjoyed to learn that Garry Cochran, a sophomore at Princeton, had been elected captain of the Princeton varsity.  This recalled former Lawrenceville boys, Pop Warren and Doggie Trenchard, who had played at Lawrenceville, gone to Princeton and had become varsity captains there.  Snake Ames also prepared at Lawrenceville.

I might incidentally state that we stayed at Lawrenceville until June to get our diplomas, realizing that there were many able fellows to continue the successful traditions of Lawrenceville football, George Mattis, Howard Richards, Jack de Saulles, Cliff Bucknam, John De Witt, Bummie Ritter, Dana Kafer, John Dana, Charlie Dudley, Heff Herring, Charlie Raymond, Biglow, the Waller brothers and others.

CHAPTER II

FRESHMAN YEAR

I believe that every man who has had the privilege of going to college will agree with me that as a freshman lands in a college town, he is a very happy and interested individual.  The newness of things and his freedom are very attractive.  He comes to college fresh from his school day experiences ready to conform himself to the traditions and customs of the new school, his college choice.

The world will never again look quite so big to a boy as it did then.  Entering as boys do, in the fall of the year, the uppermost thing in mind, outside of the classroom, is football.  Sometimes it is the uppermost thought in the classroom.  What kind of a Varsity football team are we going to have?  This is the question heard on all sides.

Every bit of available football material is eagerly sought by the coaches.  I recall so well my freshman year at Princeton, how Garry Cochran, captain of the football team, went about the college with Johnny Poe, looking over the undergraduates and watching the incoming trains for football possibilities.  If a fellow looked as though he might have good material to work upon, he was asked to report at the Varsity field the next day.