The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1909-11-26
Bettlu0 And I See Alabama And
Louisiana Meet On The Gr7dl10n
Both Teams Look Like Young Mohawk Indans-Arrayed In
Full Armor-Hears Explanation of Halfback and Full
back and Then Doesn't Understand

the college fellows giving their yell. See
the young fellow in front?
THE one who looks like bandmaster %
she inquired.
Yes; well, he is the leader, and now
listen" I said
Ran! Rah Rah-Rahi Rahi Rahl-Ala-
bama v-a-r-s-i-t-yr' was the yell which
we heard, or something like it, and which
we were told was the SIREN" but feel
quite convinced that no Loreli ever used
II else the fishermen hearing it would GER
tainly have fed for his life.
AT this point, divesting themselves of
! their blankets, the two teams appeared
upon the field in their football toys,
! shoulder guards, elbow guards. knee
guards, nose guards and all sorts of other
little attachments.
THAT big one looks like a diver" said
| Bettina, as she ferreted out the one with
the most paraphernalia.
Thought they looked like Indians" said
I. as she changed her point of view
( And then a shout went up from the
| crowd and the ball went hurting through
| the air. In the mtor car next to us
a man began explaining the game to his
wee wife, and Bettina shamelessly
| eavesdropped, excusing herself by saying
that she wanted to learn the game.
Look at the halfbacks,' he said, ant
| just as he delivered this Speech what
| ever they were intended to do they GER
i tainly didn't accomplish, for the Who'll,
bunch fell over each other in a con
glomerate heap till you couldn't tell head,
| from toes, and everybody was kicking
and skirmishing in an agitated mass.
| Don't you wish they'd stand on thei
| feet SO we could see what they are do
| ing?' said Bettina, petulantly.
| whats that the little fellow has ovei
| there?" I asked, as 1 observed his hya
Feminine locks, and something he appeared
to be holding in his hand as they arose
| en- masse.
Maybe a stray ear or a shoulder
blade" said Bettina timorously.
| The ball was again kicked off and we
| stood on tip-toe to see what was going
to happen. A Louisiana fellow seized It
| tucked 1t under his arm, and started
| running for dear life. somewhere or
| other-but suddenly he was stopped in his
| wild career, and a dozen big, stalwart
| Alabama Indians bounced upon him until
Bettina covered her eyes with her hands
| and yelled Bloody murderp'
] IT never did see game where they
| played 1t lying fiat on the ground, did
| you, Dolly7" piped out Bettina.
| Meanwhile we heard the perfectly good
! husband in the automobile next us say
| ing:
NOW. dear. the fullbacks--Hie. there
| you fellowsl What's the matter with Ala
( bama? You act like you'd never played
| ball beforel AS I was saying. the full
| hacks-Foull FOUL Dad blast 1t all! Why
| those fellows couldn't play tiddleywinlk.
| or mumblepeg with me. And so, as I wa,
| remarking, the fullbaclSs-LoolS at Louis
| lanai Gee. Why don't they all play with
/ more snap? Good for Alabama
Look at the little cummings two-step
| ping" said Bettna, as four or more o
| the Alabama team took their cue ant
started again.
Watch for the forward passl" shoute,
the man in the automobile next to ours.
Then big score was made and tn
| siren yell sounded, faint and PARKWAY