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sas takes a brace and holds Nebraska. Fair punts 30 yds. Foster goes around left end for 8 yds. Steinberger, Shellenbarger, and Wilson make short gains. In a scrimmage Stone is hurt and Walker goes in at center. Hester punts 35 yds.; Flippin carries the ball back 6. Nebraska now has the ball, and seem to have made up their minds to score another touch-down. The backs carry the ball well into Kansas territory. Assisted by 10 yds. from an off-side play, the ball again approaches Kansas' goal. Flippin is pushed over the line, scoring the touch-down which makes the result a sure thing for Nebraska. Time 14 min. Fair again fails to kick an easy goal. Kansas 6, Nebraska 12.
With only a few minutes to play the crimson boys go in to tie the score if possible. Hester kicks well, the ball going 40 yds. into Nebraska's territory. Much time is wasted and it is rapidly getting dark. Kansas has but a ghost of a show to score; they play hard, but cannot score. Time is called with the ball 25 yds. in Nebraska's territory.
This ends the game. The Nebraska boys go wild over the result, and Flippin leaves the field the hero of the day.
It might be well to mention the fact that Mr. Robinson, the referee, Missouri's man, figured quite prominently in the game, his work being a little partial.
The Betas Triumphant.
Society circles of the University enjoyed a rare treat at the McCook field last Saturday when the Phi Psi-Beta football game was played. Verbal invitations had been given by the Phi Psis to all the youth, beauty and fashion of the city, and they were very generally accepted. All society was on the qui vive.
Both teams had trained faithfully for two weeks. The Betas, under the able coaching of C. Waterman Stone, abstained from the excessive use of larup and unsalutary aliment. The use of Bass ale being prohibited by Chaplain Bowker, Hire's Root Beer was most successfully substituted.
The special feature of their coaching was the nocturnal practice on the lawn, where clad in ary robes de nuit they passed the pillow from hand to hand in execution of the tandum, the criss-cross and the fool-'em. The Phi Psis pinned their faith on the ability and skill of one J. Oliver Shiras, of Ottawa. So implicit was their obedience to his commands that for a fortnight the non-use of cigarettes, Yucatan and popcorn was strictly adhered to. The training diet recommended by him, Mellen's Infant Food, was devoured with cheerfulness and alacrity.
Practice with the High School team was indulged in to a limited extent, but owing to the rude play of that team, it was discontinued.
The gala day arrived. Promptly at 9 a.m. the Phi Psis, dignified and stately, stepped upon the field. Closely following came the Betas. The appearance of the teams was the signal for vociferous and prolonged cheering from the vast assembly. From Victorias, drago and tally-hos, buck-boards, drays and push carts, the waving of flags and streamers, the fluttering of many colored ribbons gave life and brightness to the scene.
The rival teams lined up as follows:
The rival teams lined up as follows:
Watson...L. E...Cramer
Smith...L. T...Eaton
Patten...L. G...Snow
Spellman...C...Bates
Ewart...R. G...Atkinson
Haggert...R. T...Robinson
Wilder...R. E...Harris
Thomas...Q. B...Shiras
Alder...L. H. B...Alden
Hale...R. H. B...Hessin
Withington...F. B...Buchan
Bowker...Sub...Christopher
The game was opened by the Phi Psis, the kick-off by F. Butterworth Buchan for 50 yds. being a beauty. The pig skin was caught by Gopher Thomas and carried forward into Phi Psi territory and lo, a touch-down by Alder, Hale and Jay Withington, who walked calmly down the field seemingly oblivious to the fact that the entire Phi Psi frat. was clinging wildly to his back and vainly imploring him to stop.
But why proceed with the sad tale? Why prolong the history of this more than Waterloo defeat? In vain did Buchan kick his shin guards loose. In vain did Alden turn his nose