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To the tune: I Can't Do That ... the Uni gang sang this parody.
Tackles back and ten yards more
Rah' Rah' Rah'
Rah' Rah' Rah'
Gee we'll make a lovely score
Rah' Rah' Rah'
Rah' Rah' Rah'
When Old N... gets the ball
Not a man on the Creighton team
Will known where he is at!
But it did not prove a parody on the field so far as the first half went. The Unis put a demanding emphasis on their class item, the kick off and, of course, the expected happened. The Creightons were downed by a score of 17 to 0.
The first touchdown came after ten minutes of exhilarating contest in which Creighton almost promised to startle somebody. But she failed. Nebraska was too cute, too speedy and too brainy to her. Quarterback Cooke got the ball and that settled it. The Creightons might as well have been armed with axes. He made a sensational jack rabbit spring of sixty yards of it and of course copped a touchdown. He should have been stopped fifteen times before he reached the fatal line, but the Creightons who had been stacking up in half curling shape, were suddenly stricken with locomotion toxin, and he went through them like duck soup through a colander. Of course Johnson, the great Rembrandt, kicked goal. From this juncture on it was what is called in the potent vernacular of the sidewalk, a lead pipe for the embryotic professors from down Salt Creek way.
Creighton made a better showing offensively than defensively and evinced a buck of that essential element to success in not only football but every other walk of life—aggressiveness. In fact, the local boys did not maintain the standard they have already set.
Costly blunders were numerous and Creighton did not monopolize this feature of the game either for the Unis, themselves executed no less than seven of these in the first half all of an intense saffron hue at that. And when one side of the other wasn't fumbling they were interfering on the line or holding. No it was not a great game. It was ordinary.
At times the locals' defense was superb, but they were bumpy and full of molecules and showed that they need tougher material to practice on than any they have yet met. And Nebraska, she is many kilometers from national fame, and while Creighton never had more than a mere look-in during the fifty five minutes of actual play, they are not to be altitudinzied much above the scurrying clouds. By straight rushing, they actually lost more in penalties than they gained by running with the ball. Sometimes it looked to me as if the Creightons had too many feet, but this probably may very reasonably be accredited to the ophtalmic visitation engenered by Mr. Cook's initial long run. T'is true they displayed some ground gaining ability at divers stages, but at its best their attacks seemed to lack cohesion. When the back got through, and he did on sundry occasions there were no blue and white athletes to help him, and he would be thrown in his footsteps or catapulted back by the second line of defense. Once or twice the whole team got into the play, and the gaining was sure and encouraging.
Nebraska played the same concerted defense that tore through Minnesota a week ago. Taking the team, man by man, they didn't shine conspicuously above their Omaha rivals. But they have been taught and know modern football; on defense they swarmed to the point of attack, diagnosing the game with marvelous accuracy, although frequently falling down in execution. And on offense it was not only the man carrying the ball, but half the time the team that the would-be Creighton tackle had to contend with.
But it was a most interesting game at that, despite its jug-handled results. A more suitable day for the spectators, being an insinuating ... influence toward the tail-end could not be imagined. Enthusiasm filled Pa's old baseball yard until it bulged and crackled in the most threatening manner. It was in the air, under the grandstand and even among the old piles of rubbish in the northeast corner of the lot.
The truth is the pigskin had the time of its life. The grandest city in the great west took off its bonnet and cheered for the pastime of the scions of our best blood and most money. There must have been 8,000 men, women, children and policemen on the grounds. The blue and white and the scarlet and the white of the opposing armies made the trenchant air quiver with sensuous hues, while the University and Creighton "horn bands," as they say in Lincoln, blew their brains out in just and loyal rivalry. The late autumnal atmosphere was kept resonant with hilarious and jubilant sound, and it was really a memorable afternoon. There were tally-hos and coaches, and automobiles and vehicular conveyances of every known modern and ancient make in the offing, while along the lines and on the bleachers and in the grandstand, the strident-voiced, eager-eyed and palpitating throngs crowded and jostled each other to the danger point. It was like a turbulent ocean under a summer sky. It was grand, spectacular, good.
When the teams came on the field it was plain that the Universities had pounds and pounds the best of it and it was to this superiority that they clung all through the contest. Give the Creightons the same tutelage, the same experience against fast teams and the same weight and the Cornhuskers would have been made to look like cornhuskers indeed.
This they most forcibly demonstrated in the second half, when the teams looked for a verity to be evenly matched. Nebraska, with all her bulk and the prestige of scented victory, scored but one touchdown and were penalized.
It must be said in all due candor that the off-side and really dirty play of the visitors in this half alone accounts for the greater results achieved. One man was even expelled from the field for over-zealousness and the officials would not have overstepped the bounds of their prerogatives if they had fined two or three more. The fact is, at the modern game, and every other old style of play except that of the unmentionable varsity, Creighton outplayed Nebraska in the last half clearly, decisively and indisputably.
Cook made the first touchdown for Nebraska on a sixty-yard end run, that should never have been allowed to happen.
Nebraska made the second touchdown by capturing one of their own punts within two yards of Creighton's goal, and then shoving it over by a line-buck on the following play.
End of first half, Nebraska 12, Creighton 0.
Time of halves. First, thirty minutes; second, twenty-five. Total, fifty-five.
Stars for Creighton, Brome, Jones and Ayelsworth, for Nebraska, Cook, Johnson and Chaloupka.
The individual work of "Chuck" Brome, the Creighton quarterback, was the bright and particular feature of the otherwise featureless football game between Nebraska an Creighton Saturday.
The little fellow's work on the defensive was simply grand. Time after time he downed Cornhusker men when it seemed as though big runs were certain. He outkicked the Nebraska punter yards and yards on nearly every exchange of punts and ran his team like the little football general that he is.
Brome's only apparent weakness in the game was his handling of punts in the backfield. Several times he fumbled and misjudged a boot from Johnson's toe, and but his headwork, superb tackling and punting ability more than made for this one fault.
He was the individual star of the game by all odds and seldom has a better performance been seen on a local field.
Young Brome is a son of Harry Brome, a well-known Omaha attorney. This is his first year at Creighton.
Play started at 3:45. Creighton won the toss and took the north goal. Johnson kicked to Sucha, who made a short return. Brome immediately punted to Johnson. Aylesworth nailed him with a brilliant tackle. Nebraska tried Little and Weller for off-end smashes, netting seven yards in two downs. Creighton held staunch on the next and the ball changed hands. Brome drove out a long clean punt with the win and the rolling leather crossed the goal for a touchdown.
Johnson kicked out. Creighton punted on the first play to Cooke and Aylesworth got him immediately. Weller tried right for a run, but Magril broke through and downed him for a loss. A fumble in the next play by Johnson gave Creighton the ball. Stevens hit end for five. Brome punted short to Johnson, who passed it to Cooke and little Chuck pinned the latter. Nebraska kicked thirty yards and recovered the ball. Craig bit center for five. Little made six through right tackle and then came the fatal play.
The Cornhuskers massed a splendid interference and Cooke, taking the ball, circled right end. By skillful dodging and good blocking on the part of Craig, Weller and Little, he covered thirty yards of soil and punted the ball where scorer grows.
Cooke kicked goal, making a score of 8-0.
Magirl, who had entered the game with an almost powerless right arm, resigned in favor of Heonek, who was also in a somewhat crippled condition.
Aylesworth kicked to Taylor the big colored gentleman, who fumbled and Creighton got it. Aylesworth made three and Nebraska suffered a penalty for slugging. Stevens hit left end for four and Aylesworth made it first and ten around the other.
Brome punted well and Johnson carried it back six yards, being caught by Stevens. Little amde two and Craig four. Creighton's line held solid. On the next play Nebraska was punished for holding. Johnson punted across the line for a touchback. Brome kicked out to Cooke. Johnson circled right for three, but the Cornhuskers suffered again for dirty playing. With the call of second and fifteen, Weller tried tackle, bu the Omaha boys held solid. Johnson punted an Nebraska secured the ball on their own seven-yard line. Craig hit center and crossed the line. Cooke kicked goal. Score—Nebraska 12, Creighton 0.
Aylesworth kicked to Craig, who followed up his short run with six yards through center. Cooke attempted an end run, but Sucha Checked him up short. Johnson punted and Brome, signalling for a fair catch, was crashed into by the gentlemanly (") Cornhuskers. Aylesworth tried for a field goal, but missed.
Johnson kicked out to Chuck and Creighton's wonderful quarterback made a magnificent plunge through the red and white for fifteen yards. Stevens made five and Brome punted.
Cook circled left for six, but on the other end was hurriedly checked by Brome. Creighton held Nebraska for downs and Chuck immediately booted the sphere to Johnson, who relayed it to Cooke. Nebraska was penalized for holding.
Creighton secured the ball, tried once and punted. Little made five, and Creighton suffered fro being off-side. The Lincolnites attempted a little fake, but Jones got through and spoiled it. The half ended with the ball in the center.
Stevens made a flying tackle and caught Cooke on the kick-off. Nebraska punted an so did Brome. McCormick falling on the fumble. Creighton punted again,but with little effect against the stiff wind. Creighton was penalized for off-side and Nebraska followed with ten yards around right end.
Nebraska finding Creighton's center, the only weak spot in the line, began pounding it with Craig, Little and Weller. Reaching their thirty yard line Craig attempted a drop kick, but Stevens tore in like a shot and blocked it. Aylesworth falling on the ball.
Brome punted twenty yards. Nebraska lost ground for slugging and Creighton held on the next play.
Nebraska continued sending Weller and Little off ends for small gains, but Aylesworth and Stevens held their ends safe. Drain took Cooke's place at quarter. Lincoln rushed the ball to her ten-yard line, but Creighton took a magnificent brace and the ball changed hands.
Smashes and punting continued to characterize the game, with Nebraska gaining gradually ahead of the wind till Creighton found herself possessing the ball in the shadow of Nebraska's goal. Brome punted short from behind the line.
Chuck's kick was caught by Matters on his own fifteen yard line. Coach Foster sent Big Johnson in to take Chalupka's place at guard and both men stayed in for the play and helped Matters make his fifteen yard run for a touchdown. Craig made a poor kick-out and no good results. Score: Nebraska 17, Creighton 0.
For the next ten minutes the ball seesawed back and forth in Nebraska's territory with latter unable to hammer Creighton's line for telling gains.
Towards the end of the half Bloedorn intercepted a punt of Johnson's and the two men raced toward Creighton's goal after the bounding sphere. The colored man proved the speedier and covered the ball in the ten-yard line as the timers announced the end.
Nebraska is 3-0 all-time against Creighton.
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