The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-03-04

4 eXc1temcnC.
| 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 a trainer came running out
with a bucket and towels A brief
! lowering over this injured man and
he was carried from the field.
| May not be hurt much" commented
| Warren. Probably just knocked the
wind out of him.
| The substitute who was rushed on
was given a rousing cheer by the
! Princeton stands.
"Rah, rah, 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 of the
| wounded player.
| Harvard's quarterback now made a
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
/ holding
What does that mean?" whispered
Helen, as the white flags along the
side line were moved back
Lose fifteen yards" muttered War
rem. impatiently.
This explanation was not ilIuminat-
ing, but Helen felt the excitement
even 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. He
struggled to his feet but was quickly
downed.
Too Many Questions.
Rotten interference" muttered
Warren.
Interference" repeated Helen
docs 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
scrimmage minus his jersey. 1t was
literally torn off. Bare to his waist
he stood Their in the center of the
field, the white skin of his splendid
muscular body in startling contrast to
his mud-stained face and hands.
The trainers came running out with
a fresh sweater, which they jerked on
over his head. The next second ne
was back in the game. his clean jer-
sey 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 someone
from the back of their seats.
But in defiance Of this warning sew
eral umbrellas were raised. !
eff others have been UP. don't see
why can't" said Helen. my hat will
be Suined."
mo business to wear that hat to a |
football game" growled Warren as he !
reluctantly raised the umbrella Told |
you not to fuss up
well, we might as we'll go home |
promptly" complained woman be- |
hind them. I'VE can't see a thing"
Then a mans voice behind them: Il
didn't pay two dollars a seat to sit |
behind anybody's umbrella"
knew they'd set up a 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 handker-
chief "cover it with this"
But the rain which now came down
steadily did not materially dampen |
the enthusiasm of the 80 900 specta
tors Some of the women covered |
their hats with programs and hand
kerchiefs, but most of them sat with |
their eyes glued on the game. seem
ingly unconscious of their ruined fin
cry.
At the thickest Of the downpour.
BrickIey kicked a field goal from the |
2O-yard line, making the first score.
With a mighty yell the Harvard |
hurled up their hats, unheeding The |
pelting rain on their bare heads. For |
over five minutes they shouted them j
selves hoarse, while down front the |
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 teams, for the color |
of their jerseys could not be seen |
the coating of mud.
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 |
ladled out drinks to the painting, |
thirsty players from the very same |
pail into which he had dipped the |
towel.
Anything goes in football" NUT
tered Warren.
In the next desperate, muddy melee, !
another man was hurt. Amid en- |
cheers he limped off to the |
side line, while substitute shed his |
red blanket and rushed on to take his |
place.