Lloyd Cardwell had a big afternoon Saturday as the Huskers romped over Oregon State. The elusive halfback broke loose with monotonous consistency. He is pictured above as he shifts through a crowd of Beavers to pave the way for the first Nebraska touchdown, Johnny Howell, (13) is coming up to block for him. No. 42 is Guard Gus Peters; 30, Guard Lowell English; 53, Tackle Watts; 48, Center Deming; the latter two of Oregon State. In the third quarter Cardwell romped 58 yards to score. Associated Press
Multnomah Stadium, Portland, Ore., Nov. 28—The dominant factor in the Cornhuskers’ 32-to-14 victory over Old Cornhusker Lonnie Stiner’s Oregon State kids this afternoon was their production of enough points to win by employment of the very maneuvers that their foes had hoped to use against them with devastating effect.
Nineteen of the Cornhusker points were scored on forward passes.
Passes had been Lonnie Stiner’s great hope—passes thrown by straw-topped, deep-bosomed, long-armed Joseph Gray.
No Luck Against Regulars
Joseph Gray pitched and pitched and pitched throughout the playing period, but not until Dana Bible had peopled the lineup with the names at the bottom of his roster of 30 did he succeed at making connections in the desired manner. All this happened in the fourth quarter, after the Nebraskans had run up their total of 32, and with proper judgment considered that figure safe.
Before then, for 45 minutes, Colonel Bible’s No. 1 and No. 2 scholars either thwarted Master Gray’s aerial artistry by smacking the ball to earth or turned it to their own account by making the catches the themselves, and beginning combined ground and skyway offensives that fattened their account on the scoreboard.
Two Good Out of 12 Tries
Twenty-two times during the afternoon Master Gray faded back and threw. Sometimes he didn’t fade very far because the Huskers came storming down upon him, and he had to hurry. During the first three quarters he uncorked that long right arm a dozen times, and only twice did the ball get where he had planned.
On neither occasion did the catches result in anything helpful to the home team’s cause.
In the fourth quarter, though, Master Gray threw 10 times, and the Husker beginners couldn’t do anything but let five of them go where their author intended. These five had a powerful part in making the Beavers’ two touchdowns.
Brock Upsets Plans
One of them caught by Sub Halfback Bob Mountain became six points when the catcher just kept running the 10 unchallenged paces across the goal.
Particularly poisonous to Master Gray’s designs was tall, mild-faced Charley Brock, the sophomore center. Charley Brock had the pointer nose this day. Time and again Master Gray’s receiver didn’t get where he should have been, but Charley Brock did, and what happened was very distressing to the Beaver adherents among the 18 thousand who gathered from the northwestern states.
If Charley didn’t intercept the throws, he saw to it that no one else did.
Plenty of Assistance
Sometimes Charley was accompanied by teammates who were almost as unerring as he. He had effective assistance from Les McDonald, Elmer Dohrmann, Virg Yelkin, Wild Hoss Cardwell and Johnny Howell.
Nor did the big Brock boy confine his efforts to impersonation of an antiaircraft gun. It was he more than any individual who rendered useless the Beaver attempts to get ahead on foot. At this business he also had frequent expert assistance from the boys in the line and Sam’l Francis, Ron Douglas and Howell.
Brock was about the only first stringer left in the lineup early in the last period when Gray’s pass to Mountain and a short series of running didoes gave the Beavers a first down on the Cornhusker five.
Some More of Mr. Brock
Fullback Elmer Kolberg tried to blast through the middle. He was met by a mass, but at the bottom of it was Charley Brock, and it was Charley who brought him down on the soles of his pants.
Then Gray tried to run outside left tackle. Another gang collected there, but the business of holding Master Gray gainless was mainly the work of the boy from Columbus. Master Gray in his desperation had to pray and pass. The prayer was unanswered; it was Brock who smote the ball to earth in the end zone. One more down. There was nothing to do essay another pass. Master Gray did—and Charley came charging through the end zone toward the payoff line to crush it to the damp clay. He was slightly hurt by the weight of the bodies on top of him, and had to leave the game.
Great Husker Team Work
With Brock on the sidelines, Master Gray finally began making good. But there wasn’t time enough to match those 32 Nebraska points much less overcome them.
The Huskers’ point-making was the product of team work that set a new high in efficiency in this, the last game of their nine games. It was so smooth and powerful and brisk that it didn’t very often appear spectacular, but when it did, it did so in a way that made Paine’s fireworks look like studies in pastel.
The Beaver boys were ruined by Johnny Howell’s artful mixing of reverses and passes. This began right after Cardwell had raced 13 yards up field with Prescott Hutchins’ opening kickoff. He was downed on the Beaver’s 46.
Beavers Crossed Up
Seven plays netted the first touchdown, in two minutes and 23 seconds. Five of those seven sent Douglas through or around the left side, Cardie through or around the right. Ronnie hurried 26 yards to a first down seven yards out for the longest gain. From there Sam’l blasted twice, and was over.
The Beavers held council and decided this would never do. They ordered their secondary up close behind the line. This hastened the Huskers’ second touchdown. Sam’l Francis drew back his strong left arm and threw to McDonald who waited, all by himself, 25 yards ahead, on the zero stripe. One stride was enough to make it 12 points, after nine minutes’ work.
Francis Tosses a Strike
With three minutes left of the quarter, Sam’l again did what Master Gray had hoped to do. This time Douglas was the lone figure in the end zone. He just stood still and Sam’l aimed in deadeye fashion from 14 yards up field. Sam’l got his first placement after this one. It made the tally 19 to 0, the Beaver halfbacks crazy with bafflement, and the game as good as over as far as the determination of the victor was concerned.
It was Thurston Phelps, the sophomore from Exeter, who started the day’s most thrilling passing play about midway of the third quarter. His first act after replacing the shaken Johnny Howell was to throw a pass. McDonald raced from the battle zone on the 20 toward the goal posts. So did Johnny Eilers, Beaver backfield understudy.
Cardie’s Final Touchdown
While going at full tilt, Lengthy Lester leaped high, half turned at the apex of his upward flight, and caught the ball. He came crashing down on the shorter Eilers.
To manufacture the last touchdown Cardie raced 58 yards. There wasn’t much distance between the ends and the right sideline. Cardie went snorting through the narrow gap, bowled over End Joe Wendlick and cut diagonally across the yard. Both mates and foemen were behind him and they stayed there, dropping farther back as the Wild Hoss streaked to his last college touchdown. Bill Callihan’s attempted placement was low as the quarter gun popped.
Seven Wins, Two Losses
Francis’ passing today was probably the finest of his career. He put the ball where he intended. He threw five, and only one failed to click. Thurston Phelps threw the other, which became a touchdown. But Francis’ punting contrasted poorly with his prodigious performances in eight preceding games. His average was under 40 yards. Several times the ball appeared to roll off the side of his foot.
This was the fifth consecutive victory for a Nebraska team over the Beavers. It was the seventh conquest of the now finished season, against two defeats. It was the last game for some of the greatest players ever to wear the scarlet. These are now Cornhusker football alumni—Francis, Cardwell, Douglas, McDonald, Yelkin, McGinnis, Ellis and Fischer.
Brightest of Season
All left the field just as if there were more games to play. It was much different out here, from the last Saturday at home, against Kansas State. Then tears were shed as the seniors trotted to the sidelines. Last Saturday was the real farewell. Today, well today, as far as emotions were concerned, the boys said they played a sort of post-season game.
How they played it—they licked the team that generally is ranked No. 2 in the Coast conference. They licked it by playing the brightest football of the season.