The Cincinnatian . for the list. Wemust say that the Frosh were ablyassisted by Paddle Orr. Referee and Umpire Altamer Timekeeper and Water Boy, Sadler and Margraf With machinelike precision the boiler-makers toddled through their ten guys. Hence they borrowedan Orrlet. Thereupon Altamer ap-proached and addressed the boiler-maker captain (?). Youse guys kick off to the Frosh!Whence a free-for-all fight began amongthe riviters to decide who should be sohighly honored. Lewis won in a knock-down in the first round. He thenplaced his mighty right toe (size 15),upon a level with Brickl
The Cincinnatian . for the list. Wemust say that the Frosh were ablyassisted by Paddle Orr. Referee and Umpire Altamer Timekeeper and Water Boy, Sadler and Margraf With machinelike precision the boiler-makers toddled through their ten guys. Hence they borrowedan Orrlet. Thereupon Altamer ap-proached and addressed the boiler-maker captain (?). Youse guys kick off to the Frosh!Whence a free-for-all fight began amongthe riviters to decide who should be sohighly honored. Lewis won in a knock-down in the first round. He thenplaced his mighty right toe (size 15),upon a level with Brickley and Mahan,then he booted the pigskin seventy-fiveyards. The Frosh ran the ball frombehind their own goal to the twenty-yard line, where they were met by thesheet-iron avalanche of the boiler-makers onslaught. Orr paddled through for five roved for first down. Thewhistle failed to stop him but being anobedient hound, he answered hismasters call. Bv successive bits of [page two hundred and ninety-nine]. bucks, the Frosh carried, squirmed, andfumbled the baU to the Boiler-makersthirty-yard line. Here aerial navi-gation failed. Rover was hounded byConn, L. E. At this juncture C. A. staggered upon the fieldshouting Hey! is this a private fightor can any one get in it? The gamewas stopped and by majority vote, hewas admitted. Dont youse ginks wear no headguards? I got one I hooked from PennState with me! *!!?*!, . Boilermakers ball on their owntwenty-yard line. Our Fred strikes upthe good old hymn Now brother donot fumble, and the fight was on again. Duke R.—Lutz, you play quarter-back. Lutz—Aw—I dont wanna! I playedHalf on Wyoming High School scrubteam, an anyhow I dont know whatto say when I play quarter. Duke R.—You win! is advanced to the thirty-yardline. Game delayed, pipe - fitters ingeneral row. Above the din of battle,Lutz and Lange piped We wannacarry the ball! Duke R.—Weh! go to it. Langetries it, Orr wangs him on the cork andputs
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