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I drove Rosey and Bob drove Ag to a Motel in New Haven where the Hustons
are to put up for three days. We went to the parking lot near the Yale
Bowl and had thermos bottle of whiskey sours and coffee, plus sandwiches.
It began to rain and really poured during the Yale-Dartmouth game. Yale,
a big favorite, not even scored against this season, looked like fraidy
cats. Dartmouth threw the works in the mud and won 12-8. Ag and I left
after the third quarter and were home ere 1730...
