Now West Point is mounting a counteroffensive. The Cadets are scheduled to play host on Oct. 17 to Princeton, whose relatively small band—scarcely bigger than a commando unit—traditionally dresses in Styrofoam boaters and orange plaid blazers and once put on a halftime show in which a formation of bandsmen representing a spermatozoan charged across the field toward another formation representing an ovum. Although nobody knows what excesses the Princetonians might have been saving for the Army game, West Point Athletic Director Carl F. Ullrich, taking no chances, has told Tiger officials that their band, which was only scheduled to make a pregame appearance, won't even be allowed to do that. "I'm an Ivy Leaguer myself, and this hurts," says Ullrich, Cornell '50. "But I will not let our cadets be put down."
Princeton authorities appear inclined to go meekly along with their band's banishment. But then, they've also been trying themselves, with only limited success, to get the band to clean up its act. Although it's hard to condone a great university's acquiescing to censorship under any circumstances, there was a certain rich irony to reports that Army's move "shocked" the Princeton bandsmen, who, over the years, have been the ones accustomed to doing the shocking.