The 1912 College Football All-America team is composed of college football players who were selected as All-Americans for the 1912 college football season. The only selector for the 1912 season who has been recognized as "official" by the National Collegiate Athletic Association (NCAA) is Walter Camp. Many other sports writers, newspapers, coaches and others also selected All-America teams in 1912. One writer, Louis A. Dougher, published a "Composite Eleven" in the Washington Times which consisted of his aggregating the first-team picks of 23 selectors.
The Harvard Crimson football team of 1912 finished the season with a perfect 10-0 record and outscored opponents 176 to 22. A total of 10 Harvard players were named first-team All-Americans by at least one selector. They are Charles Brickley, Gerard Driscoll, Sam Felton, Henry Burchell Gardner, Harvey Hitchock, Huntington Hardwick, Francis Joseph O'Brien, Stan Pennock, Bob Storer, and Percy Wendell.
Only two players from schools outside of the Ivy League were selected as consensus first-team All-Americans. They are Bob Butler from Wisconsin and Jim Thorpe from Carlisle.
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