The Birmingham age-herald., 1922-11-05


 vania couldn't do any moro with that line than fly could with an acre of tanglefoot.
 Champ. usually silent, whispered words of encouragement. Old Dan Boone bit the jugular veins off three fat cigars. and told 'em to fight. fight. Hugo Friedman's face was full of fire and fight.
 With the words of their coaches ringing In their ears, with encourage mont that came from the lips of be- wildered though loyal supporters, who couldn't quite fathom the stuff Alabama had shown in the first half in playing Penn off their feet. those grinning, blood d-bespattered bruised. battered, wearing the Crimson and White, gave the rebel yell of defiance and were at the throats of the enemy once more.
 Crimsons Come Back
 Penn kicked off at the start of the second half, and 1t was Ala bama's ball on her own 35-yard line. Due to the fact that neither team could execute any first down stuff, an exchange of punts was the order of this part of the game. Sullivan, " ohO hdu SPAAAGu tilo Wltu brilliant run to touchdown, was given the ball some more, but they smeared him-gosh. how they smeared him! Penn then kicked to Alabama's 35-yard line. the muchly heralded Pos Miller having been squashed like so much eggshell. Thurman. one of the Penn stars and a great player, but a rough one, was put out of the game at this junction. Thurman wasn't the only one, but the only one caught in the act.
 A Rough Set.
 Pluoky Alabamians will probably have foot tracks in their front pieces and knee joint birthmarks on their necks. and ingrowing elbow prints on their anatomy for years to come, for Penn, enraged because they had run across an immcvable object in that Alabama line. and a bunch of human tanks in tho Ala hama backfield. sought to give vent to their anger and surprise by hit ting tho astounded Alabamians with everything but the goal posts. To those unfair licks the crimson tigers answered with wicked grins, and started smearing 'em in a fair and square way.
 And oven with the foul blows fresh in their memory. those bleeding. panting. hell-raising Alabamians, ex- haustcd from the strain, assembled in midfield after the game and gave Penn yell. It must have burned into the ears of the Heismanites.
 Penalty for sIusxinE
 But, as I was going on to say. Thurman took one stub too many at the enemy and out of the game he went. Penn was penalized half the length of the goal line for this un- necessary rtughness, and this made it Alabama's ball on Penn's 20-yard line. On fake kick formation, many sighed. It looked like 'Bama was go- ing to try for another field goal, and that would have left 'em still one point behind, if the boot carried true. Instead, Hubert tried to ge, over the line to first down. but failed by inches. Penn got tho ball as Ala bama was held for downs, down in the shadows of the enemy's goal, Hamer punted but 1t was a short ono and Hubert who received, fum- bled and then recovered quickly. With Alabama possessing the ball on Penn's 40-yard line, Bartlett, one If the stars of the game and a man who won his spurs as a general on every occasion Saturday. got five yards through the line. A short for ward pass. Bartlett to Hubert. again Tailed to get first down by inches. and Bartlett punted on the fourt J down.
 It was Penn's ball on her own 1o- yard line. @Penn drew another short penalty for slugging. and followed this with another kick, coming from Pann'e fhrco- rd 1Iv,~ was Alabama's ball on the enemy's S 35-yard marker. and this same Bart lett boy got away off tackle and did some little zig-zaging. fox trottong all of his own. His run, one of the greatest features of the game, car ried him to within five yards of Penn's goal.
 How Game Was Won
 The Alabama spectators rose up on tkeir hind launches. They went wild. They knew the Tide would put 1t over on four plays-couldn't fail. Hubert. who Is going to get job on a mythical all-southern eleven this year, hit the Penn line for yard. He peeled off another. Now the Penn stands were sending up deafenirg roar. They wouldn't stop the yelling so Alabama could hear
 
 bert grabbed It, dropped it to the ground momentarily In tumble. and Shorty Propst picked her out of the grass tufts and carried her over.
 Pandemonium broke loose in the Alabama section. Coach Ken Scott was seen to regain three pounds of lost weight in a moment Tho Penn sylvania end of the stands was as silent as the in psychologq. Ala hama failed in her attempt to kick goal, but the score was 9-7 in her favor. Those Crimson hell-cats put on display a grim acreage. a wild. wicked grin siege that would have thrown fear and trembling into a herd of jungaleering elephants.
 It was just a brief stretch to the end of the third quarter. The ball was on Penn's 20-yard line in pos- session of the Quakers, when the last lap of the race for fame started. Shorty Propst, that lion-hearted cen- ter, who has reached his majority without even knowing quit is in the dictionary, intercepted a forward pass on the 15-yard line, and was almost away when fellcd. It was soon after this that Bull Wesley tried for the fourth time a field goal and it was his third failure. The kick was. blocked and 1t was Penn's ball. on her own 10-yard line.
 Baty, who was playing one of the greatest games of his career. and who also Is Magic City boy, threw fha eluafva Sullivan for a loaa Yn,t