The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-11-01
THE LEG SAVES TIE DAY
Seattle Papers Throw Literary
spasms to Exceed Laura
Jean Libby.

They do things better out in Washing
ton. Below are given few extracts
from description in the Seattle Times Of
a football game between Washington uni
versity and the Oregon agricultural coll
lege.
For lurid effect this story has the de-
scription Of chariot race in Ben fiur''
dashed to the mast at any time or place,
while for extravaganza in adjectives, and
reckless use Of hrill-inspiring verbiage,
1t has Nick Carter and Laura Jean Libby
left at the post. The full beauty of the
tale Is marred by cutting, but lack Of
space prevents the use of more than few
choice bits. Here are some of them:
Now, Spy, now" reared the rooters
"Oh, oh, MIR. Spiedell," screamed the CO.
eds, dancing about on toes that were
other than their own. The hard, cold
look that settled on Spiedelrs face would
have cracked a wall Of granite. For a
moment he gazed on the crouched anc
painting forms of mis- cohorts. Spy was
desperate.
"And, then, just as despair began to set
tie on the faces of the beautiful as wei
as the plain looking spectators Maxey
Wells, lodging, brilliant, bewildering
gritty, scrappy little bunch Of bone ane
muscle, was given the leather; and evad.
ing this one and hurdling that one, 4twist.
ing. turning, lodging, bunting, leapin:s hi
made his way, five, ten, fifteen, twenty
twenty-five. 3 twenty-six, twenty-seven
aye verify. twenty eight yards down tina
broken field. until he fell with burl,
Ores onian all but crushing the life from
his wiggling body. y
No, a Thousand Times No. :,
WAS fate to point the skinny finger
of Cl.N OF 1,n' r. ~ H.e~tv ~
grldiron heroes the hoarse boot of discom.
future anc despair?
''NcVer, by We olive-crowned gods Of
Olympian history! Never, by We purple
and gotl banner that autters in the bree7s
on the 2G0-acre campus Never, by "
! chubby lc;; OF one Spiedell. And this i.
how 1t happened: sa <. IL.
"Just for moment Spy looked at Max.
ey, 1.-The best ground gamer the varsity
had. The shock headed bunch Of pluckJ
wonder was all in. His bosom was heav.
ing like the rise Of the tide. He glanced
at Strauss. THE halfback raised his
hands in q gesture Of despair. All, ha, he
had it: The leg! The leg! Running back
he gave the signal.
"And then that great crowd Of peopl,
| grew mblingly calm and still. Ant
only the final echoes of the last grea
| yell came rolling back from the rock
ribosi hills that looked down on tina
scene Of battle like hoary sentinels of old
But as a flash of lightning breaks ou
CT the silent black thunder clouds pile,
high in the heavens, 50 a thrill of expec
fancy sho' over the crowd as the Abal
flashed through the air and the play wa
+ - = The Leg to the Rescue. -H
"In a second Spiedell had measured tn
distance to the cross-bar. Back ,flashe,
that historic, gallant, sun-crowned leg
The. punt, as she met leather, was tn
punt in ecstasy, the delicious PUNK o
glee.
Fright under the, outstretched arm Q
the burly Oregonian the football ><saile
into the air. Up and up it went, and O.
and on, describing beautiful parabol
as it sped nearer and nearer, until
seemed to: pause for just moment, a
though picking out a place on which t
light, and then-as& twenty two youn
athletes watched it, and one y thousan
people held their breath in very fear,
slowly fell, to go faster and faster, unit
with one downward plunge, 1t shot be