At 3.55 in the afternoon Sam went to Princeton, N.J.. and stayed with the Laurence Hutton family. This time he left Livy and the girls in N.Y.C. His Nov. 6 to Matthews stated he was to be there the “16th, 17th,
18th to “umpire the football game,” but newspaper accounts show he was merely a spectator, if a recognized and famous one. His Nov. 19 to Cook reveals he stayed at Laurence Hutton’s home [MTP;
NB 43 TS 29]. The N.Y. World article of Nov. 18 which follows reveals Sam was given an informal reception this evening at the Hutton home.
November 17 Saturday – Sam was in Princeton, N.J.. staying with the Laurence Hutton’s. He attended the Yale-Princeton football game. Sam’s NB 43 TS 29 cited the game this day. The New York World, p.3 reported on the event the following day, Nov. 18; in part:
“THIS BEATS CROQUET,” SAID MARK TWAIN AT FOOTBALL GAME.
Sees Yale Whip Princeton, but “Roots” Vigorously for the Tigers.
PRINCETON. Mark Twain, as the guest of Laurence Hutton, the writer, was an interested spectator of the Yale-Princeton football game. Mr. Clemens left Friday afternoon for Princeton and was driven immediately to Mr. Hutton’s residence. He held an informal reception there during Friday evening.
Just before 2 o’clock yesterday afternoon Mr. Clemens, Mr. Hutton and several Princeton professors were driven to the football field. Some Princetonians in the crowd recognized Mark Twain and he was the recipient of several long-drawn out “Sis-boom-ahs” as he climbed up the seats on the east stand. This was the stand where the Princeton singing societies were congregated. They were gathered near the northern end of the stand, and the mighty volume of sound they put forth seemed to delight Mr. Clemens, who smiled at their enthusiasm.
Mr. Clemens wore a huge yellow chrysanthemum in the left lapel of his long black overcoat. This tribute to the college was appreciated by the students near by, who throughout the game gave an occasional “tiger” for “Mark Twain.”
Mr. Clemens appeared deeply interested in the contest. It was the first college football game he had ever witnessed. He asked many questions of his friend Mr. Hutton and of others near by concerning the plays and the players. He quickly mastered the main principles of the game and easily detected the superiority of the team from New Haven.
Cheered for the Tigers.
In the early part of the contest, when Princeton surprised her admirers by the strong resistance she put up, Mr. Clemens cheered lustily in unison with the other rooters for Old Nassau. He looked gloomy and sympathetic when Gould made an easy touchdown for Yale soon after the game began. But when Mattis shortly thereafter dropped a pretty goal from the field Mr. Clemens laughed loudly, clapped his hands, and exclaimed: “That’s good! That’s good! Perhaps Princeton will win after all.”
When the first half closed with the figures standing 11 for Yale and 5 for Princeton, Mr. Clemens was one of the most eager of the mathematicians figuring how Princeton might yet pull the game out of the fire. After the ten minutes’ intermission were up, Yale’s giants came lumbering on the field for the second half, and Mr. Clemens, who had been standing up and stamping his feet to keep warm, sat down again with a broad grin of anticipatory joy.
“Here’s where Princeton gets even!” he remarked jovially to his friends. But Princeton didn’t get even. As the second half progressed and Yale’s big fellows ripped the light Princeton line to pieces for long gains Mr. Clemens’s face was a study. He apparently was a sincere adherent of Princeton, yet he could not refrain from making remarks complimentary to the physique of the Yale eleven.
When the gigantic Perry Hale and the huge and gritty Gordon Brown, the captain of the blues, or the almost equally stalwart Stillman slammed into the Tigers, bowling them over on all sides, Mr. Clemens made such remarks as:
“I should think they’d break every bone they ever had!”
“Those Yale men must be made of granite, like the rocks of Connecticut!” “Those young Eli’s are too beefy and brawny for the Tigers.”
SLC used mourning border for most letters from Susy’s death on, then from Livy’s death on.