pected after it had once started, but that the score
would be what it was, could not have been foreseen,
because Tim Corey got his head in the way of Vidal's
beautiful drop-kick. He got his nose bent a little, but
his head didn't swell a bit, which shows just what kind
of a player Tim is. His headwork made the final score
read, South Dakota, zero; Nebraska, nothing.
On October 17, the
Kansas Aggs were the victims of a Cornhusker celebration.
To anyone unfamiliar with the circumstances, the score of
31 to 0 which marked the close of the game, might
indicate that the Aggs had to train at the Y. M. C. A.,
but such is not the case. Chamberlain and Cub Potter were
just getting into form and each favored the fans with an
exhibition sprint which helped to give the score its
diseased appearance.
Mr. Julian, the
all-American full-back, supported by a powerful company
from the Michigan Agricultural College, favored us with a
visit on October 24. Away back east they had the
reputation of being fearfully rough fellows and Julian
scared the rooters half to death the evening before the
game by sticking his head and shoulders over the balcony
of the Lincoln Hotel, so that everybody could see him.
The Aggs played a very nice game, considering how far
east they lived, and both Julian and Blake Miller were
nearly the equal of some of Nebraska's players. Once
Michigan came within three inches of making six or seven
points, but the three inches were as good as a mile, and
the score stood 24 to 0 for Nebraska when the timer's
whistle mercifully put an end to the massacre.
Cub Potter couldn't be
in the game with Ames on the following Saturday, so Caley
and Hawkins ran the team. Nebraska played Ames in her
usual way, letting them get a 7 to 3 lead until the last
quarter when the Scarlet
