Kansas University Weekly. 193 It was between Griffith and Foster and Oater Stone, who took Foster's place, that Hill sent the backs most frequently, and there was no obstruction when they reached this point in the line. Hamill played in splendid form. He was run sixteen times with the ball, and never failed a gain. Pope and Foster had the hardest men of the Doane team opposite them, and each man played a very creditable game. Stone showed up well in the second half, but had a big advantage in being fresh. The ends, Piatt and Games, were off color at the beginning of the game, but evened up matters in the second half. Games made several long end gains, assisted by excellent interference. Hill played a magnificent game at quarter. His work was like lightning. He tackled finely, and was in every interference. Crooks went into the game at the last minute. This table we will insert in place of detailing the game.
Yards Gained.No. of Times.Times Gainno. Av. P. C.Fumbles.
Hester1542207.000
Gump1622815.780
Games1101239.160
Griffiths391203.251
Hamill501623.120
Burney772223.502
Piatt30803.750
Foster15207.500
Pope14403.401
Crooks9104.500
Stone2102.000
Hill101010.002
EXCHANGES. Geological. A stratum of solid, slippery ice; A stratum of slush so soft and nice; A stratum of water; over that A stratum of man in new silk hat; Above the startled air is blue, With oath on oath a stratum or two. The New Woman. Hush, my dear; lie down and slumber Close your little eyes so bright Mamma's gone to buy some lumber She'll be home some time tonight. Lay down pet—do not bellow— Papa's with thee—do not fear; Mamma will be pretty mellow When she comes home full of beer. She has worn my Sunday breeches Gone a-sportin', too, my joy. There! I've dropt a dozen stitches Of this darned old sock,my boy. On thy downy couch, my sonny. Gently rest thy little head; I must go t' the kitchen, honey, Lest I burn that batch of bread. - Ex. Love and Foot-ball. A man and a Vassar maiden, With wind and waves atune, Talked low of love and foot-ball 'Neath a mellow Newport moon. The Vassar man had hinted That Vassar girls might play At Rugby, 'gainst his college And beat them, too—some day. If you should play, he whispered Your college against mine, I'd like to play left-tackle On the opposing line. Then dropped her head, the maiden, With blushes red as flame, And said—since this may be so— Let's have - - - a practice game. —The Inlander.