There is a murmur of incredulity at this. The little ball on the board shoots to the middle of the field.
"Hey, how about that?" shout several precincts.
The announcer steps forward again.
"That was the wrong announcement," he admits. "Tweedy caught the kick-off and ran the ball back twenty-five yards to midfield, where he is thrown for a loss. On the next play there was a forward pass, Klung to Breakwater, which—"
Here the message stops. Intense excitement.
"Tickity-tickity-tick-tickity."
The man who has $5 on the game shuts his eyes and says to his neighbor: "I'll bet it was intercepted."
A wait of two triple-space minutes while the announcer winds his watch. Then he steps forward. There is a noisy hush.
"It is estimated that 50,000 people filed into the Palmer Stadium to-day to watch Yale and Princeton in their annual gridiron contest," he reads. "Yale took the field at five minutes of 2, and was greeted by salvos and applause and cheering from the Yale section. A minute later the Princeton team appeared, and this was a signal for the Princeton cohorts to rise as one man and give vent to their famous 'Undertaker's Song.'"
"How about that forward pass?" This, as one man, from the audience.