South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1915-03-16

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clutched warren's arm in quivering
excitement.
A murmur OF horror rippled through
the packed stands as both teams bent
over the unconscious player. whose
mud-stained jersey bore the black and
yellow Princeton stripes.
Now trainer came running out
with a bucket and towels. brief
lowering over this injured man and ne
was carried from the field.
May not be much hurt comment
ed Warren. Probably Just knocked
the wind out OF him.
The substitute who was rushed on
was given a rOusing cheer Dy the
Princeton stands.
''Rah, ran. rah.
Tiger, tiger, tiger,
Sis sis sis.
Boom, boom. bah.
Princeton. Princeton, Princeton"
And the game went on. To Helen
there seemed something almost heart
less in this swift forgetting or the
wounded player.
Harvards quarterb3ek now made
brilliant forward pass and there was
a wild shout from the Harvard stands.
But their glee was quickly changed
TO chagrin when the umpire ruled:
Harvard penalized . yards for
holding"
what does that mean" whispered
Helen, as the white flags along the side
lines were moved back.
Lose fifteen yards" muttered War
rem impatiently.
This explanation was not illuminat-
ing but Helen felt the excitement If
she could not understand the play.
Breathlessly she leaned forward, as
the tall blond-haired captain of the
Tigers caught a long punt, and with
bent head sprinted down the field.
Baker Baker," yelled Princeton.
Then came a groan as he slipped
down. fell in the treacherous mud
lie struggled TO his feet but was quick
~ dOwned.
Too Many Questions.
Rotten interference" muttered
Warren.
Interference" repeated Helen.
Does that mean"
For heavens sake let up on the
questions and watch the game"
There was a roar of laughter from
the whole amphitheater and one OF
the Princeton men came up from a
scrimmage minus his jersey 1t had
been literally torn off, Bare to his
waist he stood there in the center OF
the field the white skin Of his splen-
did muscular body in startling con-
trast to his mud-stained face and
hands.
The trainers came running out with
n fresh sweater which they jerked
over his head. The next second he
was back in the game, his clean jersey
shining conspicuOusly among the mud
spattered players.
The rain, which had been holding
off. except for an occasional drizzle,
now came down in earnest.
mo umbrellas" shouted some one
back of their stand.
But in defiance of this warning sew
eraI umbrellas were raised.
IF others have them up, I don't !
see why we can't" said Helen. My !
hat will be ruined"
NO business TO wear that hat TO a !
football game" grOwled Warren as he |
reluctantly raised the umbrella. Told |
you not 10 fuss up"
well. we might as well go home |
promptly" complained a woman be
hind them. I'VE can't see a thing. |
Then a mans voice behind them: II
didn't pay 81 a seat to sit behind |
anybody's umbrella"
Know they'd set up howl, and !
Warren closed the umbrella with |
vicious snap. I'm not going TO make !
a nuisance OF myself for your fool hat. |
Here" taking out his handkerchief |
cover it with this"
But the rain which now came down !
steadily did not materially dampen the |
enthusiasm OF the 30 900 spectators. |
Some of tie women covered their hats |
with programmes and handkerchiefs, |
but most of them sat with their eyes
glued on the game seemingly uncon- |
scious Of their ruined finery.
Al the thickest of the downpOur |
Brickley kicked a field goal from the /
2O-yard line. making the first score.
With mighty yell the Harvard sec |
tions sprang 10 their feet and hurled |
up their hats unheeding the pelting /
rain on their bare heads. For over i
five minutes they shouted themselves |
hOarse, while down front the substi- |
tutes Rugged themselves and each /
other.
The field was growing more slip |
perry. In the center. where most OF the /
play had been, the mire seemed ankle |
deep. 1t was almost impossible to |
distinguish the team for the color of /
their jerseys could not be seen
through the coating OF mud.
Anything Goes.
Again the man with bucket and |
towels ran up. Hurriedly he sponged |
off the mUd-smeared face Of one of
the PLAYERS.
"Oh. look. they're drinking from the
same bucket" exclaimed Helen, as he
Iadled out drinks 10 the painting,
thirsty players from the very Same
pail into which he had dipped the
towel
Anything goes in football" NUT
tered Warren.
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