The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1895-12-30

into Mission street, over the fence and
| away. There was q tiresome delay
while the ball was being recovered.
At last II was brought back and Wei
don kicked. That was the time wher
| ellis fumbled and oliver held him. II
was not long until the Olympics got the
ball. Oliver was playing like a loco
motive with a head on. He would not
be denied. and through he went for an
other touchdown. Good boy, oliver
We got 'em on the rum" roared the
| Olympics.
Then Weldon kicked another goal in
to Mission street. 1t was four minutes
to the call OF time for the first half.
History was repeating itself in &C
cordance with the painful habit from
which IL suffers. II seemed as II the
unhappy termination of the famous
and historic baseball game which had
to be stopped because Hennessy's pig
had swallowed the ball was to be trans
ferred from the diamond to the grid
iron. There was no recovery of the ball
this time. The half was called four
minutes short of time on agreement to
was not another ball In the place, and
they had to send out to buy some more
Olympics. -; Buttes, 10.
The rest seemed to help Gillis. When
the second half was on for a few min
utes he made another fine run down 20
Tic IVY id mt. ne WOulQ nave Deen
over had II not been for a splendid
tackle by Percy Morse. about the best
Dit or work of that sort done during the
day. 1t was close quarters. and the
Buttes took heart.
Push 'em through. Buttes." shouted
their friends.
Take a brace. Olympics." came from
the other side.
Too late now" came from the red
and white
But all the same the Olympics man.
aged TO get the ball and here an in
terstate war almost broke out. Hooper
OF the Buttes jumped on Pete Smith
AFTER the ball was down. The crowd
broke over the side lines. They trooped
down In scores at the prospect OF a
fight. Fortunately IL was quieted in
an instant, but not before a sufficient
number of people had broken into the
field to spoil the view of the
rest of the game from the bleachers.
Once I'm they were permitted to stay in
and more followed. Toward the end the
crowd mixed things so that you could
only tell a player from a spectator by
his clothes and his muddy face.
So when the brief war was over the
Olympics passed the ball to Weldon
So close were the Buttes that Weldon
was standing behind the goal, but he
made things safe with flying punt.
Up the field they went. ellis grabbed
the ball. He was held and the bruis-
ing began again. Then ellis again
got hold of the pigskin. He lodged
out of the scrimmage only to run over
Referee Simmons. Next thing the as
tonished referee knew he thought he
was being torn from limb to limb by
wild horses. They fished him out and
stood him up gasping.
Stubbornly the Buttes drove the ball
through until they got to the 10-yard
line, but again they were baked. The
Olympics got the ball again and an
other kick by Weldon saved them for
an instant.
This was the last time that Weldon
was able to save the game. The
Buttes were irresistible. Hartzen
ripped through the line like a buzz
saw. The boy with the red and white
gun all the way from Montana was
pleased.
"Hully gee!" he shouted. did you
see what a hole he tore through them
them"
He was right. Hartzell was through
for a touchdown.
1t was a crooked kick and the ball |
wabbled over outside the posts. Tha, |
touchdown was the final score. They |
played for few minutes. Time was |
nearly up and II was too late for the |
olympics to save the day. although |
Hartzell was nearly disabled.
The moon was out. The lamps were |
lighted In the streets. 1t had turned /
to football fuddle In the park. They
agreed to call II a day. and then the /
small but warlike boy with the gun
and the ribbons from the bad lands
OF Montana burst into epic poetry:
Shoot,
Buttei
Shoot,
II was n perfect dav hut the attana !
ance was not as large as might have
been expected. There may have been
1000 people on the bleachers. The
ground was In splendid order, firm.
but sufficiently elastic to make easy
humping. Apart from the momentary
between Hooper and
Smith. the game was played in such
harmony as football admits.
Manager Stivers OF the Buttes, the
airy chrysanthemummer OF the frozen
north, sees no chance to cut his hair.
II he keeps his vow never to clip his
fleece until Butte beats Reliance he
will be wearing a Psyche knot the next
time the clubs meet. Yesterday he
was arrayed like a floral tribute
Mayor Thompson OF Butte was in
side the lines watching his boys from
home.
why" he said. I'VE turn OFT big.
ger crowd than this for a football
game at Butte.
Yes, the ground is in fine order
much better for our team than when
we played Reliance. Our boys are not
Eor . pr~..us /