The San Francisco call., 1897-11-26

vigorated those striped legs that flew over
the ground.
But Berkeley could not go on. Provi-
dence, IN the shape OF flying crowd of
cardinal sweaters and padded tan trousers,
decreed otherwise. s Stanford giant
bu:ied square into him with his big thick
haired head, and anoIner Stanford Arnold
| Winkelried threw himself madiy down
upon the earth and clutched at the swift
| Berkeley legs. And Berkeley fell. And
| Stanford and the rest OF Berkeley piled on
! top OF him and there was a chaos OF red
and blue legs, till one by one, slowly, the
! living pyramid dissolved leaving poor
! Berkeley, who had run so well anu fought
SO madly, lying pale and unconscious.
And then came the answer straight and
! pertinent to Berkeley, Where are we2'
In the soup!" yelled a voice, and pam
demouium, cardinal coored. broke loose.
And the Dlue-ritboned damse said pItl-
| fully:
I'm sorry [ came; I'll never come
again"
But she'll be one of the Is, 600 enthu-
siastS who, in 1898, will shout themselves
hoarse, and pale and glow with alternate
defeat and triumph. Only, L hope, for
her sake and for Berkeley's, that next
time the teams Will be more nearly
ma tChed.
Not that any one who has seen the
t,
men would Tor a moment detract at all
from the victory which they have won so
royalty; yet, II isn't in human nature 10
see the weaker pushed to the wall without
mentally yearning and straining 10 help
them.
| am not football specialist
BY the way, it isn't foot ball. It's hand
ball and air ball; but a kicks a rare and
beautiful thing, l find.
| tried, balf-heartedly l admit, 10 get
up some technical knowledge of the game,
but the glrl who accompanied me, anu
who is capable Of coaching team and
yes, OF fighting another-decIaredlh that my
ignorance was too perfect thing 10 spoll.
She laughed at my clumsy efforts 10 To-
cate halibacks and quarter ba, KS and
eighth and sixteenth backs when she was
not so tensely interested In that strug-
CLING mass OF dirt colOred quadrupeds,
with their burlesque false noses, that she
could hear my questions.
But it doesn't take specialist to
marvel at the enthusiasm of the speca-
tors and-in time and to ones great as
tonishment-to find that one Is really OF
that mass of one-Idea but wonderfully
good d-natured people whose whole
thought, whose whole life is Just for the
moment fixed upon that big oval ball.
i saw a man-yes, he was a man not
boy-Aap his arms as though they were
wings, while he emitted yell after yell.
saw the most respectable of dowagers
wearing upon her gown (Which spoke of
modesty and good taste and excellent
iud gment and a long purse) cockade of
blue, that made her poor, old, wllhered
face look doubIy old and wi1hered.
| saw en Old man com mplacently finger
ing his red ribbon whose freshness cried
out agaInst the untidiness of hi spotted,
frayed coat and his b. ackened linen.
| saw sallow girls wearing blue and
peony tinted ones flaming in red.
And | marveled a it all.
But this was at first. By the time the
game was over the pharisaical spirit had
left me. / had learned to look charitably
upon waving flags and to listen at least
Will affected amiability to tin horns and
college vells.
When twenty-five men make animated
red or blue legged iriangles of themselves
and face each other like so many human
buffalo there is moment of silence.
when 15, ,000 people hold their breath and
80, 900 eyes watch that pumpkin slip Is
though it were creased from one pair of
hands to another. And then the re is a
run, and then, like breaking waves of
bOy the rush comes on and ends in an in
distInguishabie heap.
Bat il was Stanford that was most FREE
quentIy exhausted yesterday. She PLAYED
harder, for one thing. When the clouds
of waving legs and arms had been dis
persed and one could see where that
precious ball was. it was almost inVari-
IDLY Stanford man that hugged it TO his
grimy bosom. Bnt it was Stanford man,
TOO, that lay faint and still upon the
beaten ground.
He's not hurt," said feminine Berke
lev, Indignantly, once when a pair of