At the top is shown Kreizinger, Husker fullback, running back Marvil's kickoff for 46 in the first period. Langevin
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Dyche Stadium, Evanston, Ill., Oct. 3—It took the Cornhuskers nine or ten minutes Saturday afternoon to recover from the shock of facing opponents who towered above them.
While Dr. Bible’s veteran line stared upward, jaws agape, the Northwestern players were thrusting forward by passes and runs that netted them 19 points in something less than a quarter of an hour.
That was more than enough to win the game. The efforts of the Nebraskans throughout the last three quarters pretty well matched the play of this “greatest team that Professor Richard Hanley ever coached.”
Pass Nets Huskers Tally
In the second period, Hubert Boswell, substitute back, caught a pass from George Sauer in the end zone, and large Bernie Masterson followed it up with a neat goal from placement. This comprised the beginning and end of the Huskers scoring. After this gratifying bit of profitable employment they never threatened again, but neither did the Wildcats, save in the expiring moment when the pistol pop checked a march that might have gone across the goal.
The Northwesterners scampered pretty successfully around the ends and completed a few zinging passes in the last three quarters but all this entertaining business was transacted in territory that was not dangerous to the kids from the Corn Farms.
More Than 40 Thousand See It
At intervals Lee Penney, Everett Kreizinger, Lewis Brown, Bernie Masterson and Boswell fooled the big purple-legged white kitties with deft thimble-rigging behind the line that sent first one and then the other ripping or scampering well into enemy territory. But once near the 20-yard chalk, the Huskers’ offensive didoes were thoroughly smothered by the superb giants who man the Wildcat line, or they pfutted away in dud passes.
More than 40 thousand customers filed into the stands to see Northwestern get into shape to trim Notre Dame by meeting a team whose predecessors had been poison to many of Notre Dame’s finest squads.
The customers must have been gratified by the beautiful presentation enacted by a whole zoo of almost perfectly trained Wildcats. They came to see good old Reb Russell go against some of the lads who used to face him as freshmen when he was playing quarter for the Huskers. Good old Reb didn’t go often or far. The Nebraska boys took care of him pretty effectively and the total yardage to his credit when he limped off the field, winded and weary, wasn’t a very large portion of the Wildcats’ total.
Forgot About Rentner
The Huskers may have been so busy watching good old Reb that they neglected to keep an eye on Ernest Rentner, a positively huge and hurrying young man who was a good part of Prof. Hanley’s backfield all afternoon. The Huskers can’t say they were not warned. They were told that Mr. Rentner, who is known to campus admirers as Pug, would go zipping around the ends. He did. They were told that he would pitch footballs 50 to 60 yards into arms that waited confidently. He did. It was Mr. Rentner more than any other who so shocked the Huskers, sophomores and veterans alike, right after the inaugural kickoff that they were as innocently unconcerned about what was going on around them as a resident of Coin, Ia., getting his first look at the Empire State Building.
After not much more than the first seven minutes the ubiquitous Pug had chauffeured his spacious but agile frame twice across the Husker goal line. The Husker veteran tackles, guards and center, including all-American Huge Hugh, were occupied at this important interval, admiring the architecture of the large young men who faced them, and feeling their pretty purple silk panties. Several of the Husker veteran linemen admired their adversaries while lying in strange and curious positions, generally recumbent but hardly comfortable.
Four Plays to Touchdown
Those Wildcat linemen took care of them. Then the Wildcat backs swept the ends.
It took just four plays after Everett Kreizinger had kicked off to score the first touchdown. Ken Meenan, just as big and just as fast on the straightaway as Comrade Rentner, assisted ably in transacting the few items of business necessary. From his own 35-yard line, Pugerino swept between right end and tackle for eight more. Jim Gilbert threw Pug for a two-yard loss. Then George Potter, North High’s lavish gift to the enemy, began a bit of back capering that might have been only a simple pass—or it might have been a triple heave. The officials regarded it as the latter. Potter passed to End Fenel and as Jim Gilbert was about to bear that party to earth, Fenel threw again to Rentner. He couldn’t have chosen a better collaboration. Pug just glued onto the ball and began one of his pretty hip dances goalward that had Huskers lunging foolishly through the air. Pug pranced across and Captain Marvil converted the extra point with the kick.
Another in Three Minutes
Not three minutes later, when the Nebraskans were still commenting on the prodigious size of the opposition, and now and then interspersing remarks about the nice crowd and the unseasonable conduct of the sun, which seemed to think it was mid-July, the impatient Pug was loose again. Sauer had punted to the Wildcat 35-yard line. On the first play Pug got up steam behind the line and then swept Schmitt’s end so fast the resultant breeze almost knocked Schmitty down. He dodged the willing but ineffectual young men in the Husker secondary with insolent flips of his … and continued 65 yards over his goal. Marvil’s kick was no good this time.
The Nebraska tourists were beginning to take stock of happenings by this time but they completely realized the havoc that was being wrought about them. Meenan intercepted a pass from Henry George Bauer, who was doing his darndest at trying to awaken some of his senior mates. Meenan began on the Husker 30-yard line where Sauer had been downed after returning a punt eight yards. He finished where Rentner had finished. Once more Marvil sighted too close to the ground and the count was 19 to 0.
The Nebraska first stringers changed from passive to active resistance at this juncture, although the lone touchdown didn’t come until the second period, after Dr. Bible had exchanged his veteran linemen for veteran reserves or sophomore subs.
Kreizinger raced back through a broken field 46 yards after … Marvil’s kick off on his own 10-yard line. It was a swell imitation of what Mr. Rentner had been doing.
The tragic first period ended then, and into the line went Ends Kilbourne and Nesmith, Tackles Hulbert and O’Brien, Guards DeBus and Adam and Center McPherson. With the kids in, Northwestern’s expensive monkey business was checked without ado. The kids, with George Henry Sauer, Boswell, Brown and Masterson on the backfield, began an offensive of their own.
Meenan fumbled 26 yards from his own goal. Sub Tackle Hulbert recovered on the spot. Sauer threw to Masterson, who was downed just inside the five-yard line. Bernie picked up a couple at center and then Sauer tossed over the goal to Boswell who had only to hold it. Masterson was careful with his kick, and it was good.
For more than three quarters, Sauer was the central figure in the Nebraska attack. He never got the chance to perform so spectacularly as Rentner, but his able and tireless play was of no less value to his team. The throng that gave Rentner a mighty hand as he left the field matched its acclaim for the Nebraska sophomore who had played his first big game. Seven times Sauer’s punts were good for more than 50 yards. His passes were the best executed of the afternoon, and in the latter period his dogged thrusts at the Purple line brought results.