McCook Field, Lawrence, Kans., Nov. 13 – Before the biggest gang that ever swarmed in these parts, the Nebraska Cornhuskers this afternoon pounced upon the ambitious Jayhawkers and did things to them that ought to be deleted by the censor.
When the open-faced sun had left the premises and the dozen thousand audience had escaped through the masses of barbed-wire entanglements that surround McCook Field, the score was 33 to 0, with Nebraska on the right side of the ledger.
While Kansas was completely massacred, swamped, bumfoozled, hornswoggled and kneaded into a pulp, the score would certainly have been a dozen or more points stronger had it not been for the splendid fighting spirit displayed by Coach Olcott’s proteges.
Twice they held the plunging Lincolnites within two yards of their own goal line, and there was not a single moment when Captain Rutherford’s braves were able to forget the fact that they were in a football game and not any May day frolic.
Just incidentally, for the fifth consecutive game, the University of Nebraska now holds the Missouri Valley conference title and by so overwhelming a series of victories that there is no possibility of dispute.
Bear stories emanating from the fertile press agency conducted by the Nebraska coach have a distinct flavor of humor at this writing.
The Cornhuskers never in history drew such a blade as was thrust into the palpitating heart of the poor old Jayhawk bird this afternoon.
In the good old days of yore, Jesse James and Quantrill were considered bad men around Lawrence, but if you ask somebody on these streets this evening they will tell you that Guy Chamberlain, the Cornhusker right end, is the worst bandit that ever galloped through the town.
He ran amuck on McCook Field and in the presence of thousands of innocent women and children assassinated the Kansas defense, as well as its attack. Two of the five Nebraska touchdowns were made by him and he contributed largely to the progress made by his pals.
He played all over the place, appearing occasionally at either end, in the backfield or in the line, making life a distressful proposition for a lot of Kansans whose motives were of the beat.
Captain Rutherford seemed to be a different person from the somewhat retiring gent who appeared against Notre Dame.
Dick was so full of Worcestershire that you could hear him hum and when he and Chamberlain threw themselves into high it was a case of clear the track ahead or get chawed.
Generally the Jayhawkers preferred to be dead rather than afraid. Which accounts for the large number of substitutions on their side of the balance.
Captain Dick encompassed one touchdown, while Corey and Gardiner likewise managed to nudge their way through the waving clusters of red and blue legs – for the Jayhawkers spent most of their afternoon standing on their heads.
If Nebraska’s line was weak, as mournfully announced from Lincoln yesterday, it would be interesting to know just what was the matter with Kansas.
But perhaps the most gratifying feature of the big championship affray was the manner in which young John Cook of Beatrice came to the front as a quarterback of all-western caliber.
Supplanting Caley on the job during the middle of the second period, the speedy youngster sparkled up and down the field like a diamond, running back punts in whirlwind fashion, occasionally carrying the oval for wide, sweeping excursions about the ends, and even nibbling a succulent morsel or so out of the heavy Kansas line now and then.
His tackling and offense were both superb, but the generalship he displayed in running the big Cornhusker machine was the most gratifying feature.
As is shown in the summary, Nebraska outplayed her brethren from this nice dry state in every department of the game. The Cornhuskers even made more costly fumbles than did the Jayhawkers.
To the Cornhuskers in backfield must go great glory, for this wonderful cleanup, and Chamberlain, although playing right end, was in the background most of the time and so is entitled to his hunk of appreciation.
He got so good along in the last period that he was taken out and replaced by Rasmussen, the Wisconsin wonder, who more than made good.
Old Otopalik, who is probably the only man in the whole world who has never seen his name correctly spelled, played a grand old game, while the multitude alternately cheered him as “Opie Dilldock” and “Tepultuapec,” being unable to decide whether he is a medicine or a mountain.
Gardiner, the Omaha lad, was another whirlwind, while not a man on the Nebraska team failed in the slightest respect to do his full duty and to do it well.
For the poor old Jayhawkers, Lindsey must be most admired, for he outkicked and outpunted Opie Dilldock, and Corey most consistently.
Reber played a great game until removed because of injuries, as did James.
Wood, one of the fastest men in the west, did excellent work in the last period, being the only man who seemed able to stop the highly estimable buster Chamberlain.
The delightful sportsmanship of the Kansas people here today made lots of friends for the Jayhawkers.
No word was said against the justice of Nebraska’s victory, and the Cornhuskers were freely pronounced the greatest team that ever played in Lawrence.
Nebraska is 91-23 all-time against Kansas.
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