The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-04-01

teams Where are all Of your flags
and ribbons, your tally-hos and tin
hornsg Is this a football game or
funeralq"
"Why should one wear ribbons al
football game9" asked the English1
man.
"Might as well put a little ginger
into the exercises suggested Mr.
Peasley. edo you sing during the
game9''
Heavens, no.. singi Why should
one sing during football gamef
What is the connection between vocal
music and an outdoor pastime Of this
characters''
"You ought to 60 to. game in lows
City. We sing till we're black in the
facial about Eat 'em up, boys
kill 'em in their tracks and 'Buckina
thru the line what's the use OF,
coming to a game If you stand around
all afternoon and dom take partf
Have you got any yellsf"
fWhat are thoses''
"Can you beat that's" asked Mr..
Peasley, turning to us, "a football
game without any yells!"
The game started. BY straining our
eyes we could make out thru the deep
gloom some thirty energetic young
men, very lightly clad, splashing about
| in all directions and kicking in all
sorts Of aimless directions. Mr.. Peas
ley said it was a mighty poor excuse
for football No one was knocked out;
there was no bueking the line; there
| didn't even seem to be doctor in evil
dence. We could not follow the fne
points of the contest Evidently some
| good plays were being made, For oc-
casionally low, growing sounda
concrete murmur-would arise from the
multitude banked along the side lines.
! "What is the meaning Of that
/ sound they are makings" asked Mr..
Peasley, turning to the native standing
alongside of him.
"They are cheering" was the reply.
They are whats' ~
"Cheering.'
"Great Scottl Do you call that
cheering? At home, when we want to
encourage the boys, we get up on our
hind legs and make a noise that you
can hear in the next township We put
cracks in the azure dome. Cheeringi
Why, game of croquet in the court
house yard is eight times as thrilling
as this thing. Look at those fellows
Juggling the ball with their feet. Why
doesn't somebody pick it up and butt
thru that crowd and start a little rough
work."
The native gave Mr.. Peasley one
hopeless look and moved away.
q. q. q
Soon after that we saw large SEQ.
tion Of the crowd moving over toward
booth at one end Of the grounds. Mr..
Peasley hurried after them, thinking
that possibly some one had started q
fight on the side and that his love OF
excitement might be gratifed after all.
Presently he returned in a state OF
deep disgust.
"Do you know why all those folks
are fockin' over there?' he asked.
"Goin' after their tea. Tea! Turn
in their backs on football game to
90 and get cup Of teal Why, that
tea thing over there is worse than the
opium habit. Do you know, when the
final Judgment day comes and Gabriel
blows his horn and all Of humanity is
punched up, waitin' for the sheep to
be cut out from the goats and put into
a separate corral, some Englishman
Will look at his watch and discover that
it's o'clock, and then the whole Brit
ish nation will turn its back on the
proceedings and go off lookin for tea. =
After we had stood in the rain for
about an hour some one told Mr.. Peas
ley that one team or the other had won
by three goals to nothing, and we fol-
lowed the moist throng out thru the
big gates.
:sCome with me- said Mr.. Peasley,
"and I will take you to the only dry
place in London
So we descended to the "tuppenny
tube.o