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Caption: Book - Banks of the Boneyard (Charles Kiler)
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He Saw the Game seen 83 Country Club, and then brought us ba Club which was lunch at a tabic that had been vance by the thoughtful Johnnie, and in the fight for taxicabs after lunch he succeeded in getting one up to the hotel for us because he used his feet, fists, and vocabulary with deadly effect upon those that taxi away from him. On the way out to the asked walked right in with us, finding a seat on a step in our box. What a game of football we saw that bleak November day! Those two great teams fought back and forth until Ohio finally scored a touchdown by means of an uncanny run by the great Chick" Harley right through the whole Illinois team. In the third quarter, Dutch bternaman of Illinois ran down the east side of the field for a touchdown, but Ralph Fletcher failed to kick goal as Harley had done, and the score stood 7 to 6 in favor of Ohio. Only a minute was left to play when Ralph Fletcher of Illinois brought the ball back to the twenty-two yard line. The time left was desperately short. We could hear the newsboys yelling that they had papers for sale giving a full account of the game which Ohio had won 7 to 6. Then to our surprise "Bobby" Fletcher, Illinois quarterback, took his position to try for a goal from the field. Bobby was pretty well winded because of his splendid work in helping his brother Ralph bring the ball up to within kicking distance, so Zuppke sent a substitute into the game, to give him a little rest; once more he lined up to kick, and another substitute was sent in. He knew that his coach was giving him a chance to calm down before attempting that kick, and I can still see his white teeth gleaming as he turned and smiled his thanks to Zup—then with his head down and his eyes on the ball, he sent it squarely between Ohio's goal posts, and the score was 9 to 7 in favor of Illinois—and only twenty seconds left to play! By the time the kick-off had been made and one futile play had been run off by Ohio, the gun sounded and the game belonged to Illinois. For a few minutes there was a sickening calm on the Ohio side of the stadium, and much excited yelling on the Illinois side—but « . * «
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