THE STUDENTS JOURNAL.
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Cowan made an end run for a gain of ten yards. Shellenbargar again bucked line for four yards. Wilson advanced the ball through line two yards. Wilson again took the ball but failed to make a gain. Piatt bucked center for four yards. Shellenbarger went through between tackle and end for four yards. Wilson bucked line for seven yards. Shellenbarger went through line again for a three yards gain. Cowan bucked the line and gained four yards Here Stone in passing the ball threw it over Williamson, and after a half dozen men had attempted to fall on the fumbled ball it was finally captured by Ottawa thirty yards back of the place where it was snapped by Stone. Allen fumbled and Griffith got the ball. Wilson and Shellenbarger each made gains when the ball was again fumbled and Ottawa got possession of it. Ugly Taylor tried the end but failed to gain. Potter was then given the ball and soon passed every man on the field but Shellenbarger, who failed to stop him, but checked him so that Steinberger caught him before he had recovered his speed. This was a pretty run of thirty-five yards. Toomey and Ugly Taylor then bucked the line until a touchdown was scored by Toomey. Taylor kicked an easy goal and the score stood 6 to 0 in favor of Ottawa. Time 15 minutes.
K. U. put ball in play with a place punt by Piatt of thirty yards. Ugly Taylor caught it and carried it back five yards.
Ottawa then after making several good end runs was given five yards on an offside play. At this place Ottawa fumbled and Griffith secured the ball. Immediately K. U. fumbled and Ottawa got the ball. Ottawa did some hard line bucking, but soon lost the ball on a forward pass. Shellenbarger then went around the end for twelve yards. K.U. next tried line bucking but lost the ball on downs. Toomey makes an end run fifteen yards, then the next play fumbled and K.U. got the ball. Piatt punted thirty yards. Ottawa caught the ball but soon lost it on downs. K.U. then slowly but soon lost it on downs. K.U. then slowly but steadily advanced the ball until within five yards of the goal line, when Cowan took the ball and made an end run for a touchdown. Piatt kicked goal. Score 6 to 6. Time was up before the goal had been kicked.
At no time in the second half was the
ball closer than the twenty yard line of either goal.
Shellenbarger made several long end runs.
Slugging was freely indulged in, but Moody was the only man caught in the act, and the only man removed from the game. Simpson took his place.
Cowan received a jar that rendered him unconscious for a time.
Ugly Taylor presented a ferocious appearance with a piece of his scalp gone, his hair matted with blood, and his face dripping with it.
The second half was hard fought all the way through and the final score was the same as at the close of the first half, 6 to 6.
MY FIRST PICNIC.
STUDY WINDOW.
Long years ago-I think I was about six years old-I went to my first picnic. It was when the country where my parents lived was very sparsely settled, and a picnic, even to the older folks, was something to be looked forward to with much eagerness. As for me and my brothers and sisters, it was to be an epoch in our lives; and at least for us smaller children, an epoch destined to effect permanently our conception of the word "picnic."
Weeks before the event was to take place the news was spread throughout the neighborhood that on such a date there would be a "basket" picnic in Byler's Grove, a place some five miles to the southeast of where we lived, and on a stream called Photo Creek. It was not long before it was decided in our home that work should be given up for the day and that we should all go. At once my mother and sisters began preparations. New linen suits were to be made for us boys, and new dresses for the girls. As the time drew nearer, it seemed to pass more and more slowly. A hundred times in fancy we pictured ourselves eating our "basket" dinner under some shady tree, before the time had arrived.
All the morning of the picnic all was astir at our home. Horses were being harnessed, baskets filled and linen suits donned long before the sun arose, and while the morning was yet cool a load of us, with expectant hearts, started in a farm wagon for the picnic grounds.
As the hills near our home faded from our