We found our seats
and Medora almost immediately came down with an acute case of the hiccups.
"Am I going to hiccup for the entire game?" she asked me.
know," I replied. "What do you think?"
She said she
As the teams came
out onto the field I opened up the pro gram to see who was who and discovered I
had been gulled by a vendor into buying a Harvard Lampoon parody of the
official program. The lead story was about a headless Yale player—Aemon
Bonderchuk: "the horrible freak who hopes to lead the Elis to
victory"—and, sure enough, there were some photographs doctored so that it
indeed looked as if Yale had a headless player. According to the story, Carmen
Cozza, the Yale coach, had been asked about him: "Aemon? Sure. Nice boy.
Good hands. Big heart. No head."
I showed a picture
of Bonderchuk to Medora. "Look at this. Yale has somebody out there with no
awful," she said. "Was it a Harvard person who did that to
After a while she
said that she thought seeing the headless player in the program had startled
away her hiccups. "I'm cured," she said. She gave a sigh of relief and
looked out on the field.
have its bulldog over there?" she asked, squinting toward the opposite
sideline. When I said I thought so, she asked what the Harvard mascot was.
Puritan?" Medora asked.