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

Dixie Invader Wins
 Thus ended the most heartrender- ing, nerve wracking football battle I have ever witnessed, and thus does Alabama take her place at the end of the laurel strewn path. which brings 'em to the destination-the hall of fame for the 1929 football season. For 1t was Alabama who in- vaded the north, invaded 1t despite the sneers of disloyal ones, who taunted them with the statement that they didn't have a chance, invaded it with a spirit that passeth all understanding, and crushed the Pen nsylvania Dutch on their own battle ground, before twenty-five thousand people. In forming this alleged im- possible miracle of football Ala bama stands out as the only southern ream to invade the north or east back to Dixieland with the spoils of victory.
 Raising the Roof
 They've planted tho Bonny Blue Flag on the roof of the Hotel Nor handle tonight, and the corridors of the ancient hostelry ring forth with the lusty rebel yell from our little band of celebrators. The attaches of the hotel rush round in frenzy. They try to stop the din and bedlam. fat chance they have. Might as well try to ladle out the Atlantic ocean with flour sitter. Pent up emotions. held through four thrilling quarters of football. just have to come out. Those yells of Dixie and those cheers of Alabama have worn all the outicie of every tonsil in the deck. Tomorrow they will have to say it with silence. But what care they? Now is the supreme hour of happiness. It's the greatest night any Alabama student or any Alabama !. football player has ever enjoyed.
 A field goal, the cunning chlropody of Bull Wesley. from the twenty five yard line, at the beginning of tho second quarter, gave Alabama her first score of three points. And having drawn first blood. the plucky band from Tuscaloosa fought with crazed frenzy that swept the sur prised Pennsylvania off its feet.
 Propst Carried It Over
 Near the flag end of the third quarter, Papa Hubert, who wore his shoulder lsades and knee joints to a frazzie with some of the greatest line bucking and backing up the line ever witnessed tried to buck the~paii over for three yards and touch down. Hubert fumbied, and shorty Propst, Birmingham's own. picked up the tumble and ploughed the rest or the way for the touchdown that won the game for Alabama. Thus, to Bull Wesley of the line, and Shorty propst. enc of the greatest centers in the world, got an extra bouquet of laurel. But every man who fought, bled, and almost died in that game, gets a plentiful supply of the laurel and train load of glory
 Penn Scores One
 The only play that snapped at the heartstrings of our little band oi loyal rooters and caused Champ Pickens to order bichloride club sandwiches for all present, came near the end of the second quarter, when Sullivan-no relation to the famous John L., either by kin or build swept away on a hurry call to Ala bama's goal, and exhibiting some oi the prettiest broken field running ir the annals of football, scored the Pennsylvania lone touchdown of the day. Sullivan, 165 pounds of grit steel. brains and lightning. zig gagged, lodged. threw himself In re- verse, and in fact did all the stunts in the deck in that mad plunge down the field which carried him 45 yards Alabama had just been penalized IL yards for holding, and the punt was the thing. Unfortunately 1t was one of the few bad ones of the day, com ing earthward a short distance away Sullivan returned it few yards and on the next play picked the ball out of the air and started. As he shook off. dodged and cork screwed his way down the field, the Alabama spec tators gasped in astonishment. And following the touchdown HameI kicked goal, and sinking sensation came over the eye-witnesses to th< tragedy. But no such sensation wal experienced by those fighting Ala bama warriors. or by Coach Ken Scott, Coach Charlie Bernier or Coach Bully vandegraaf.
 .s 'Bama Fights
 They snapped into 1t again and fought pluckily all the way to the end of the first half. There in the little dressing room. where Country Oliver had limped and dragged his weary form, after fighting against being taken out because of injuries, Country's battered and bruised mates Joined him. Coach--Xen Scott besiRhed by malaria and an attack of poisioning, which have dragged off twenty five pounds of flesh from his frail frame, faced his boys. There was an appeal in a quiet, determined voice that didn't carry the length of the room. The wan look disappeared from Scott's eyes, gleam of de- Z. fiance supplanted 1t. His jaws were firmly set. he said, among other things: Boys. I'm a sick man. The Aoctors advised me not to take the trip. they have even advised me to rive up the game of football. It may bo the last time you'll ever play for me. but play for me in that second half. I don't need to ask you to play for Alabama. You've already done that, you always will. but put < on an extra lick for Scott, who's down and should be in bed. You've Ont played and out gamed 'em in the first half. More of the same stuff will win.'
 Line Showed the Stuff
 Charlie Bernier. God bless him told them something. too. and so did ] oad Bully vandegraff. Army life fas put a certain feserve and dignity in Bully's system, but the greatest s.nunter Alabama or the south has 1ver developed. patted his line men on the backs, and gave them en- couraeement. They had come