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Saturday
morning dawned dark and gloomy, but as
early as eight o'clock crowds of
nondescript characters began to throng the
varsity field and join their respective
classes. By nine o'clock everything was
ready for the fray.
The minor
events were fast and closely contested,
the Sophomores winning most of them. Then
followed the push-ball contest and the
free-for-all flag rush.
The push was
probably the most exciting. Fifty men from
each class composed the teams. The team
pushing the ball over their opponents the
largest number of times in thirty minutes
was to be awarded twenty points. The ball,
over six feet in diameter, was placed in
the center of the field. With the blowing
of the whistle, the two teams crashed
together and the ball wavered from side to
side. By the concentrated efforts of the
Freshmen, the ball was kept in Sophomore
territory till the final whistle, and the
victory was awarded the first-year
men.
The last
event was the flag rush. Placed loosely in
the ground was an old telephone pole, on
the top of which were nailed the Sophomore
colors, which they were to defend. The
Sophomores hoisted one of their members up
to the top of the pole, and then smeared
it with about a week's output of one of
the byproducts of the Standard Oil
Company. They then massed their men at the
foot of the pole and awaited results. On
came the Frosh! The fight was fast and of
short duration. The Freshmen had managed
to get two or three of their men well up
on the pole when it began to give, and
with added weight came down with a crash,
scattering the fighters below. The Soph at
the top of the pole was landed none too
easily in the mud, but he still held on to
the colors. With the falling of the pole,
both classes left the field under the
impression that they had won.
In the end
the Sophomores were declared victors by a
committee of Seniors. The question as to
the winner arose over the Marathon race
which was not run, although the Sophs had
men entered and on the field. The points
in the flag rush were evenly divided
between the two classes.
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