Minneapolis, Minn., Oct., 10—The Cornhuskers’ dressing room was probably the gloomiest place in the world after the game with Minnesota. The gloom was so thick it seemed weighty and sticky like the foggy steam from the shower rooms.
Johnny Howell sat slumped in a corner, staring moodily at the floor. He didn’t take his clothes off for a long time.
Sam Francis rushed through the showers like he was sore at the whole world—got into his clothes and went out the door, saying nothing to anyone.
Lloyd Cardwell pulled tape off his ankles, tenderly rubbed his ribs which had been painfully hurt when he was tackled and fell on a photographer’s camera.
Cardwell, muttering in his beard, growled to a team mate; “By God, they’ve got a horseshoe; they’ve got a damned swell horseshoe. Think of it, a minute and eight seconds to play, and away they go to a touchdown.”
There was Harris Andrews, combing his hair and talking to himself in a mirror. “A tough break—how long is this going to keep up? Do they always have to get the breaks?”
Coach Dana X. Bible, hat pulled low over his eyes, went around to each player.
“You left a lot of football out there, boy. You played a fine game,” he said.
Half-hearted smiles came on their faces. Praise from the coach was swell—but they weren’t taking home a victory, were they? It was darned tough.
Bible went to get a drink of water. At the fountain he was surrounded by reporters, asked his comment on the game.
Bible said: “Now, now, the game’s over.” He took another drink. “It was a hard one to lose.” And again he hid his eyes, which looked like a big cinder had gotten into them. He took another drink. “In defeat, there was a lot of glory. It was a grand game, with lots of good football played by both sides.”
He took another drink of water. “It was a case of a bad break against us—I can’t say there were many in our favor. I can’t say any more—you boys write it the way you want to.”
There were tears in his eyes, and he walked away.
Later he said: “I had a birthday last Thursday. And I thought maybe I’d get a swell birthday gift in the form of a victory of Minnesota. But if these annual affairs continue to turn out like today’s game, and last year’s game, and the one before that, I’m going to be an old, old man before my time.
Coach Pa Schulte was bustling around, trying to cheer the boys up, but having a hard time to keep his own upper lip from trembling. He took a fresh chew of gum about every three minutes.
“It was a hard one to lose,” he said, “but boy, have we got a team.”
Charley Brock said he thought William Matheny, Minnesota halfback, was the greatest player on the field.
“We were doped to lose,” he said. We were fighting hard, and it looked like anybody’s game, or maybe a tie. But you can’t beat a break like that.”
Ed Widseth, giant Gopher tackle, came into the dressing room. Most of the Cornhuskers were gone. He found Johnny Howell sitting in a corner, still staring at the floor.
Widseth said: “Hello, son.”
Howell looked up very slowly.
“Nice going, fellah,” he said.
Widseth: “You’ve got a great team.”
Howell: “Yeah. Wish we could play you next Saturday.”
Widseth went out to the bus. There he talked with Cardwell and others. Cardwell grinned as he looked at a cut on Widseth’s lip.
“Rough game, eh, fellah?” he said. “Wish we could tangle again next week.”
Elmer Dohrmann said he thought Widseth was “plenty tough.”
“I played again that guy, and know I’ve been up against something,” he said.
“Gosh it is the second tough game we’ve had to lose to those birds.”
There were some folks darned close to tears among the five thousand Cornhusker rooters.
“Can’t we ever get any breaks?” wailed one woman fan.
“It’s just like a moving picture finish,” cried another.
“One minute to go and they have to score. Darn the luck.”
The Cornhusker rooters, seated in a solid block in the south stands, wearing red feathers with “N” in their hats, were utterly dumbfounded as the touchdown play unfolded before their eyes, and they saw Uram scamper down the field and cross the line alone.
They had cheered themselves hoarse during the game, and were pretty well pleased to think the game was going to be a scoreless tie—that would be a sort of victory itself.
But their hearts were jerked out of them by that touchdown. It was a gloomy, heart-broken crowd that sat through the final minute of play.
Nebraska is 25-32 all-time against Minnesota.
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