Sophomore Football Team

Baseball

   We had begun to fear that baseball, the great democratic game of the nation, would find no enthusiasts among the ranks of the learned in Nebraska, but Coach Stiehm has succeeded in stirring up a pretty fair blaze out of the ashes of last year. True, it is a sort of weak pop-fly this year, but then we are satisfied if we can get to first base this time knowing the 1913 will line out a three-bagger when he gets his fingers on the stick. Owing to the lateness in getting started, manager Eager was unable to get games with the regular Conference teams, and the team, like the pioneers in any good cause, had to content themselves with little games and little glory. Kearney, Tackle, and Doane were shelled in fine shape by the Cornhuskers, considering the circumstances. Towle, Harte, and Hall were taking turns behind the wires: Schmitt, Rodman. Beckoff and Schmra rolled the pill; Groves and Underwood danced around the first bag: Andrews, E. Frank, and Purdy took turns at the hot liners over second; Hascall held down third; Florey short; while Hyde, VanCleve, and Oliver gamboled out upon the green. There may have been others, but we don't know about that. Stiehm says the men show glimmerings of understanding now and then, and with careful nursing, he hopes to put out a team that will buck into the conference like a three-year-old.
   Last year baseball became discouraged, and peevish. and died--with considerable kicking the while. The trouble was that Nebraska insisted upon being too honest to be successful. The Conference rules forbid any man to play upon a Conference team who has ever received money for playing baseball. More than that, the rule bars any man who has played upon a team that has collected gate receipts, as we understand it, other than a Conference game. To add the ridiculous to the tragic, the rule seems to absolutely bar any man from playing on our teams that has ever played upon a team that has hired a single player. Evidently this dreaded taint of professionalism is catching, like the mumps or perhaps the moral influence of a man who touches money is detrimental to clean, intellectual athletics. However, whatever may be the sentiment of the larger part of the student body, it is not our place to question these moral rules of the Valley Conference. The game is a good game and Nebraska if she must, will play according to the rules, and make good in spite of hell, as we say.

   Harvey J. Rathbone is rather slow to admit it, but he was born in New York while very young. As soon as he was able to make his wants known however, he persuaded his parents that Nebraska was better, and he has been a student in the University ever since--more or less. Harvey was born

with stocky legs and a desire to play football, so he mounted the former and accomplished the latter with such success that he played his allotted time on the Varsity and then came back last fall to show how it ought to be done at full. Harvey was fairly successful at this also, as is shown by the box score of the Michigan game. He is now dabbling a bit in real estate, selling off some of that rubbed into his skin, we suppose.
   Harvey is one of those bad "freighternity" men, being a member of Delta Upsilon, but aside from that, and the fact that he was once connected with the Burlington, he is a pretty good fellow. His work last fall was most acceptable, and the scrubs, of which he had direct charge. developed some of the best material that ever came to Nebraska. In recognition of his services he was presented with a large salary and a small gold football. He still has the latter.

They danced around in fashion bold,
When Sig Chis were in season;
He asked her why she looked at them,
She answered, "There's a reason."
DR. MAXEY.

A young man from Alvo named Boyles,
Spent several hours at toils,
To think how to Hyder,
When some one espied her,
And now he just boils and he boils.

   Boyles (at Alpha Chi house after kidnaping, 11 P.M.)--Mrs. Bellmeyer, where is she (Verna Hyder) then? (Laughs and jeers from the audience) I'll have her if I have to spend every cent I've got.

Scene: Delta Tau house.
   Delta Tau "400" committee at the phone--"Hello. is this Marie Douglas? Well, we are going to have a dance Friday, and we want to know if you will go with young Aldrich?"
   Marie, in great consternation--"Well, I don't know, I--
   Delta Tau "400" Committee. interrupting--"Aw, come on Marie, he's all right; he's just as common as the rest of us."

A. 0. P. Sanctuary,
   In the Shadow of the Acacia.

Dear Girruls,--
   Your shower of kind invites "was" duly delivered by our patient, slabfooted slanthead, who is employed by Uncle Sam to disperse joy and Livery Bills in this neighborhood. It succeeded in relieving the suspense upon many of the boys' fragile and anxious minds. At our last conclave, a quorum being present, it was decided to attend the said function if Magee & Deemer can furnish enough disguises.
   This promises to be a record-breaking week at the Evans. Brother Emley and our diplomatic corps are trying to reduce the high tariff on Shirt Bosoms. We may be required to call in the assistance of the A. O. P. to negotiate a few loans such as Blue Jay's, hair-oil, and Allen's foot-ease.
   We have cut out all Limburger and Switzer Case on Friday, for an ill wind blows nobody good. Our motto from the first of the week has been: "Down with King Onion," and, thank you, we will take our hamburgers with a thin slice of pickle instead.
   If any of our party makes too darned much noise for goodness sake say so.
   Awaiting our "crucifiction" Friday evening we remain.
Yours till the last dance.
TEN GOOD MEN.
   Caution!! Wear thick boots and keep cops at the door.