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kick, and after scrimmaging exactly two
minutes, we liad a touch-down of our own.
Back and forth across the field, the men
pushed and swayed and Tolled, stopping for
a minnte now and then while some man
strolced his shins or felt for the back of his
head throngh his matted hair. Once when
they stopped, there lay some fellow with red
stripes on his stockings, and we wondered
who it eonld be. "Jones.'" Oh, fate 1 If
only some "sub" liad that knee for abont
an hour? Btit no, as they call time, he
scrambles up, and then yon should have
hoard that cheer from the side lines 1 )
Slowly, steadily, the sturdy Missonriaus
cany the ball 'down the field, and with a
final Innge, it is over. Onr boys sucked a
lemon and watched them miss the goal, and
then after a moment of skirmishing the first
half is done.
We knew more than we had at first. We
knew that we need not fear their end runs,
they had not made a yard by it, and our
ends were playing abont the surest game on
record. Our line bad to brace up; that was
all tbere was about it. And they did it.
What coach Thomas and Captain Wilson
gave the boys "the world will never know.'"
bnt it must have been something of the three
The second half started out rapidly, and
tilie ball changed hands evenly. Then came
our time. The had tried the criss-cross
and failed. They eonldrft make around the
ends, and their line lost the ball on downs.
We get tbe ball 7-G-J)-13-23 play1"' and
ihere we go. The "tigers'" are fairly taken
off tboir foot, as the pennant winners talco
turns seeing who can go the farthest through
the line. They call lime, rub their iHiinB
and go at It again, only to be pilled in a
heap a few yards further down. Thus they
go, five eight fifteen yards at a buck, and
over they go, with a Nebraska "sub1 "akin
ifing a cat11 on the Missouri cross-bar, and
tbo crowd ye'lling like mad.
(But there 3a no use trying to inaTro it plain,
Hi wua no 0Ui7iaunltn fln gooii that wo forgot
we were reporting the game, and yelled at
everybody; almost getting into trouble by
pounding the boasting Missourian on the
back a trifle too hard.
NOTES ON THE GAME.
The last few minutes of the game were
played with the full moon smiling affection
ately down on our fellows.
Doc Everett, as he finishes pounding
some poor fellow on the back, "say, Tommy,
what's the score 'i ""
In the first half, Missouri got ten yards
on every fumble.
Pauly, one of their tackles is a blacksmith
and only goes to school a few weeks each
A Missouri "sub" got pretty badly rattled
when the excitement was at its highest, and
wben a Nebraska man told him that Bud
Jones played his position at guard when he
was so lame be bad to leave his game leg at
the hotel, the poor, dazed idiot believed it.
Which man won the game? Every one
of them! The game as we play it takes just
THE JAYHAWS "DO" "DO."
In Foot: Minutes Why 'i The Gkowk.
It's all over, and sure enough, the tall
sunflower nods mockingly above the golden
It was an odd play, and strangely staged.
It was a " Tragedy of Errors'" with the
closing act a four minute farce, in which the
other fellows occupied the boxes.
"It was an ideal foot-ball day,'" that item
we found In -every report of the game, and
concede its truth, but upon the brilliancy of
the game wo differ a triflle.
The first half was good. That was foot
ball, and nothing but the beastliest luck
could bavc kept us from scoring, and
tbat luck came in the shape of two awful
fumbles. The only line the ball was in
our territory in this balf was when the lack
off carried it there. We bad it rlgbt at tbelr
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