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A stickler for clean play was the immortal All-American Albie Booth, but the explosive little Yale hero of yesterday got a lesson once that he will never forget. Booth was in the Yale backfield one day in a game against an inspired Georgia eleven. For the first time in his life, little Albie was finding himself tossed around most unceremoniously by an opposing team, and the chief thorn in his side was the quick-thinking All American end, Catfish Smith. Every time little Albie took off with the football tucked under his arm, it was Catfish who dumped him harshly to the turf of Yale Bowl. Each time Booth would get up, try again, get slammed back, get up, try again, get thumped. Whichever way he seemed to turn, there was Catfish reaching for him. So~e of the tackles were a lot rougher than seemed necessary, but Booth held his tongue in dignified silence as long as he could. Then, in the last quarter, Catfish Smith jarred him to his heels with a most ferocious tackle that flung the little Yale star back some twenty yards from the line of scrimmage. Albie got up in righteous indignation.

"Look here, Smith," he shrilled at the Georgia end, "there are a couple of things that absolutely do not go on this field, and roughness is one of them." .
 
"Yeah," drawled Catfish Smith with a wide grin, "and you're the other. "