The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-11-24

ton & jefferson Football Team.)
After all is said and written about
college football and it's fighting spirit
there is a good deal of humor and fun
in the, game. College spirit and ira
dition, which center about football,
share this alike with the game itself.
1 recall playing in game against
Brown on a soggy field. A run was
sent at my end and in taking the
interference I skidded through this
on my forehead until both eye sock
cts were filled with mud. I got up,
scooped it out with my right hand
and flung it from me. To my amaze
ment I had tossed the whole lump
into the open mouth of a Brown half
i back.
That player. righteous1y indignant
and as hard pressed for breath as I
had just been for sight, managed to
expel most of it. Then he began
| tirade-and a just one-of my dirty
trick. But 1 could not refrain from
seeing the humor. Of It and, in spite
of his anger, was Overlooking with
laughter. Fortunately he soon got my
view Of the incident, also saw the hu-
NOR Of it and Joined me in laugh
ing it off. Some shot!" was his COM
ment. s..
| Once upon a time there was a col
lege football coach who swore in deep
tones and in a most profound way
when he was coaching a certain team.
The boys under him soon learned that
his profanity was duo to excitement
and that no harm was meant by it.
But the faculty-the faculty took up
arms to stop it. This august body
appointed one Of its Oldest and long
est-in-service members to remon-
strate with the coach. He sought him
out the next day and spoke rather
| touchingly upon the subject. It was
a strong appeal.
| The coach, who knew his fault and
who really wanted to cast it from
him, was non-plussed for a reply.
Then his eyes twinkled and in a So
Der voice he said to the eminent Doc
tor Of Laws, CDR, did you ever work
on farm as boy?" Eyes, sir, did,
replied the dignified and 1oveable old
gentleman. ''Then, Dr., did you ever
| drive a team Of stubborn mules 90
Eyes. sir. I did," again came the an
swer. well, Dr." said the coach,
then you must know how I feel
when I'm coaching" well, well,
WELL" sputtered the kindly dean, 81
| never thought of it in just that way.
Well, well, well, really don't know
just what to say
College loyalty reaches great ex-
tEemes during a football season. This
fall nearly everyone read of the AL
legheny college students who bum
med their way on freight trains from
Mead1ille, Pa, to Pittsburgh, and
back to cheer their team in its annual
game with Carnegie Tech. was tell
{r,er Tiv,xyJ NJ {I1 oh
it.
That's nothing" said Maxwell, "a
year or so ago I had an appointment
to officiate in 4 game at the Naval
Academy and on my arrival there
that morning with the other officials
we were asked to handle a morning
| game between the teams Of st. Johns
Military Academy and Maryland Ag-
ricultural College. We were glad to
help out especially when we learned
that this was a big game for these
colleges.
when we got over to st. Johns
we met a sorry looking crowd Of boys.
They looked like buns. But we
learned that they were students from
n. A. c. who, lacking the care fare.
had walked all night to be there in
the morning to cheer their team.
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dents they asked if they could wash
half way and told them they would
also give them their breakfast. Be-
liaNe me, they ate one.
Then they went up to the stu
dents rooms to wait for the game.
Seeing inviting beds they excused
| themselves to take a nap. Well, when
the game was over they were awak-
ened by the cheers. They were the
most heart-broken crowd you ever
saw when they rushed out of the col
lege buildings to take in the game
only to learn that the cheers they
heard were the aftermath of the
struggle"
When I was coaching West Virgin
Ia we played Marietta College in
Clarksburg late in November. The
morning Of the game the team loung-
ed around in their hotel rooms and
were ordered to report in the hotel
lobby an hour before hand to go in
a special car to the field. Near the
end of the first half one of our ends
was hurt and began hunting for his
substitute. But he was not to be
found. Fortunately. the boy hurt re-
sumed play. Between the halves the
substitute turned up.
Where in the devil have you
been?" I asked him in sharp tones.
i why COACH he stammered, II
fell asleep down at the hotel and new
err woke up until a few minutes ago."
A good many years back W. & J.
kplayed the Princeton team at Prince
ton. One year w, & j. thought 1t had
a mighty good chance and one of its
alumni went down to take all bets
They were all covered. At the start
of the game the w. & J. eleven made
| a great drive down the field almost
| to the shadow of Princeton's goal.
, ere it was stopped.
During this advance the Princeton
students got back of their team and.
under the direction of the cheer lead
ers, kept up an incessant cheering for
a stand. One of the Princeton cheers
is shouted something like this:
princeton - Prince-tun - Prince
tunl"
When the hacker of the w. & j.
team heard this voluminous yell he
mistook it for the slang expressioni
Were stung." Jumping up in his
seat shouting at the Tiger cheering
sections;
you're - right you're stungi"
AS it was Princeton held and then