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Athletic Club team and our Indians took place.

Canadian Indians by the hundreds had come across the border
to cheer for their Redskin brothers. The game was full of thrills
and spills and high excitement. Throughout the whole ‘came hardly
three petate separated the two contestants.

With the score tied and but a minute left to play the
vetines called a foul on our Captain, Frank Means, a big, handsome,
bronze Sioux Indian from the Dakotas. After the momentary lull of
the referee's shrill whistle, followed by the referee shouting - "On
you, holding" - Means, the big Sioux, looked up tid rather a startled
expression and said, "Humph!" I made a mistake." The great audience
roared its approval of the Indians! splendid sportsmanship and by an
unusual stroke of good fortune we were lucky to win by one point in
the last few seconds of play.

That Indian was a sportsman. Frank Means had played the
game according to the rules. He had made a mistake and although
neither he nor his team mates had previously aclnowledged the potent
point I endeavored to put across, yet in that moment of fierce rivalry

he plainly showed that he was trying to play the game squarely. A