The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1892-11-13

shivers to the spectators in the stand and
on the bleachers. The warmth of the sun
at midday had the effect of making the
field little sIoppy-a little too much SO for
fast, quick running. bnt inestimably better
for the noses which plowed through it for
an hour or more in as desperate battle as
was ever fought on gridiron field. The
spectators numbered about two thousand.
The stand was mostly occupied by ladies
and their escorts Bedecked in the ribbons
of their favorites, they hunted the spots
where the sun struck In, and clattefed
like maGpies until the game began; After
that it was one succession OF "Ohs" When
some player would rise from the s0dden
ground with the blood squirting from his
nose, his ears, or some cut. these
fair patrons of yalor would mass to-
gether IN one amalgamated expression OF
pity, and when that player would resume
his place In line after being sponged OF
and bandaged pit would he, why, the
dear. sweet fellow is gong to play again."
Every man who wore a canvas jacket on
that field was a hero without flaw to
those dainty maidens, some OF whom are
won't to faint at the trickle of blood from
q pin-scratch. The carriage-stand was
filed, and a four-horse trap" drove aaily
from one end of the field to the other. while
its occupants yelled Justify for first one
contesting team and then the other. wind
ing up with "Rab. rah, rah, rah-Yalew
Behind the ropes and on either side of the
field stood the students of the two colleges.
and those whose interest in the game was
too intense to SIT 1T out quietly on hard
board. The yellow of DePauw flashed in
and out with the blue and white of Butler.
aud the wearer of the former spit hot shot
from his lungs in the shape of college yells
Into the ear of the man which the latter
adorned. who would retalIate until the air
was filed with one long. unendIng shout.
SURPRISES FOR BOTH SIDES.
The DePauw team was late In arriving,
and the time was spent in the anxious dis
cussion of the game. Butler hoped TO win.
but was not confident. She was afraid of
the onslaught of the Methodist rushers."
and feared that 1t would prove resistless.
The wearers of the yellow had como pre-
pared to see their old time enemies eaten
mp like beef at a barbecue. The game
was to settle which team should carry sec
ond honors in the intercollegiate contest
and TO play the winners of It Dext year.
lf the feeling was intense before play was
begun, it grew until IL had no limit while
it progressed. The partisans of DePauw
saw the Butler men pound down their sup
posed irresistible center; they saw Minor
lying on the ground with the blood gush-
ing from his nose and mouth: thoy saw
their favorite plays baked before begun.
and above all they saw the ball go over
tnelr goal line Win alarming frequency.
The Butterflies saw the speedy Fry
go around their ends; saw Minor
batter his way between their guards;
saw Shackleton rolling In pain from
deep cut across his right eye; saw Hum
NELL bravely go on playing with o leg on
which he could hardly stand and saw
Baker. bleeding from dozen cuts, shake
his head In grim determination and
send his men again and again at the OPP
posing ranks. But these casualties mat
tered nothing. The game must be won il
every player lost his cutlcle entire, and
the sight of one hurt but brought fierce
cries to go at IL again.
The foul playing on both sides was of q
virulent nature. with the excess of it with
the Butler team. Davidson on It's end used
his lists frequently. and with telling effect.
He let no opportunity go by. His special
enmity was Minor, and the two fought q
very decent bare-knuckle round every
momeDG or two. DePauw kept her
end up well when il came to those short
arm punches IN a scrimmage. and the man
who got out of one without black eye or
bleeding nose had more luck than fore
sight.
Clinton Hare. of Indianapolis. was chosen
referee. and Dan Dorsey as umpire. De-
Pauw won the toss and chose the ball. But
Ter taking the north goal.