Ron Douglas spun along for the first Nebraska touchdown Saturday, and it was a swell play to see. He took a lateral from Howell on the 15, sidestepped a man as Howell blocked another, and ran across By Langevin/World-Herald Staff Photographer
Memorial Stadium, Lincoln, Neb., Oct. 31—With Wild Horse Cardwell and Bobby Mehring on the home-coming afternoon, the Cornhuskers, with Old Mizzou’s unwitting aid, played enough football to score 20 points, while (still with Old Mizzou’s unwitting aid) holding Old Mizzou scoreless.
Twenty points are a considerable margin, and on this day they were probably larger than the Cornhuskers’ superiority at the shoving around and throwing and kicking that are the components of football. The Boy Faurot’s rebuilt Tigers were so primed with the yen for victory that they bobbled and bungled in the clutches, and the Cornhuskers were enough better to capitalize on the bobbling and bungling.
All Hallows Stunt
Old Mizzou’s misplays were pretty definitely involved in all the scoring for the other side, but it was plainly the Bible boys’ superiority that produced two of the touchdowns. The third resulted from stranger antics than young America was set to perpetrate later in this All Hallows evening.
In order of achievement, this goal crossing came second, in the third period, with the Huskers leading, 6 to 0, on a 15-yard canter around left end by Ronald Douglas after four and a half minutes of the second interval had been played.
The fighting Tigers had come storming out of their dressing rooms to start the last half. Captain-Halfback Al Londe had zipped 42 yards upfield with Sam Francis’ kickoff. He was downed by Fred Shirey and Johnny Howell two yards on the goalward side of midfield.
Miscues Check ‘Em
From then on, until the strange and unusual dido happened, Tigers Londe and Jack Frye and Hank Mahley had thrust again and again into the Scarlet domain, only to have their forward movements thwarted by fumbles and miscues.
The time clock had ticked off nine minutes when Londe tried to shock the Huskers. He succeeded, and his surprising by no means stopped there. The 27 thousand in the stands were pretty shocked, too.
Frye eeled back 12 yards with Francis’ punt. Shirey pulled him down on the Tigers’ 43. A couple of orthodox maneuvers netted nothing, so Frye faded unusually far back to receive the snap from Sub Center Jack Kinnison. He caught the ball. Then he shoveled it forward—right into the arms of Guard Gustavus Peters, who had broken through the middle.
Amen Goes Over
Gustavus started to run toward the Mizzou goal. There was unofficial disagreement in the press coop about his subsequent, sudden action. Some thought he lateralled to End Paul Amen. Others said he fumbled. The official ruling was a fumble. So Master Amen’s practically unchallenged backstage gallop for 30-odd yards was productive of six points.
This time Sam’l Francis kicked goal, while the onlookers gasped and buzzed and chortled and groaned.
Sam’ls first attempt at conversion by placement went wide. This, of course, followed Douglas’ touchdown which capped a well-earned second quarter offensive that began when Little Man Andrews, who played most of the game in Cardwell’s position, ran back 15 yards with Mahley’s punt, to the Tiger 45.
Howell Clears Way
A 19-yard pass, thrown by Francis, was caught by Les McDonald 25 yards out. Les was downed right after making the catch. Douglas ran over left guard for eight. Sam’l whammed the middle to make it first down, with the goal 15 paces ahead.
John Howell took the snap, lateralled to Douglas. Ronald swung toward the Tigers’ left end, which was manned by large Clyde Nelson. Fine blocking in the line ended the attempts of the Tiger forwards, including Nelson, to render aid. Johnny Howell ran under the nearest secondary defender, lifted him and let him off to the turf. Douglas simply dodged the other two who sought to impede him, and ran across.
Late in the third quarter Dana Bible began sending in the understudies. By the time the last quarter was under way the lineup was pretty well populated by the kids who have been working a day and night shift. Most of them who had a hand in the spectacular manufacture of the final points were responsible for the B team’s 47-to-0 victory over Midland Friday night. So they were still warmed up.
The brief business that produced the last touchdown began when Bill Andreson punted 43 yards out of bounds a yard from Mizzou’s goal. This was the top booting performance of an afternoon that produced highly competent booting on both sides, by Francis, Douglas, Frye and Mahley.
Little Plock Scoots
Taking his stance just ahead of the end line. Mahley returned Andreson’s kick without delay. Marvin Plock fielded the ball on the Tiger 36. Then Marvin Plock made his run through most of the Missouri team, thereby setting the customers to prattling happily about next year. Twenty-four yards this 160-pound, five foot eight inch kid skittered and dodged before Stan Mondala chased him across the sidelines, a dozen yards from the pay zone.
Art Ball netted four yards through right tackle. Then Quarterback Ernie White pitched. He pitched toward the end zone. Marvin Plock legged his way toward the same destination. Ball and Marvin Plock met a couple of yards beyond the goal line. Halfback Art Murray sought vainly to interrupt the union. He tackled after the hurried little guy had pulled the ball out of the air and smuggled it to his bosom.
The extra point was produced by this same little guy’s right foot.
Before time ran out Marvin Plock made several more very entertaining runs from scrimmage and with punts. Dana Bible’s combination of No. 2 and No. 3 classes hung on to the ball. Elmer Dohrmann, the only first teamer on the field, caught a long pitch from Thurston Phelps on the Tiger’s eight as the gun popped.
The Boy Faurot didn’t use many more hands than Dana Bible, but he switched them oftener. He ran whole passels of them on and off the play yards as the quarters progressed, and it is likely that all this shanking wearied the kids almost as much as their efforts against the Huskers, who looked like a good team today, at almost any interval, but not an impressive one. Wild Hoss Cardwell sat on the bench, nursing an injured ankle.
Big Four Together
It becomes pretty plain that it isn’t Cardwell alone and it isn’t Francis alone. It’s the presence on the field of Cardwell and Francis—and Les McDonald and Charley Brock—all of these together—who make the first call lineup great.