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The Football Guide did the two teams fa » acid test. Where was the game played? High above Cayuga’s Waters. Q.—How did you get there? A.—All roads led to the stadium. Q—Who played? A—The Rambling Rocks and the Future Admirals. Q.—What kind of day was it? A—Beautiful Indian summer weather. Q.—How about the attendance? srowd packed the huge enclosure to capacity. Q.—Who kicked off for the Fight- ing Irish? A.—Izzy Schwartz. T , T. Q—Did he kick wel The Worm Turns. A.—He booted the spheroid far into the y horizon, Q.—Who made the first touchdown? A—The mighty midget. Q.—How did he do it? A.—Twisting and squirming, the Up 'n’ Atom darted across the searred sward, speeding past one foe after an other until with a tinal effort he flung himself across the last chalk-line. Q.—What happened then? A, demonium broke loose in the stands, Q.—Was that all the scoring? A—The Violets were not yet crushed. They had yet to shoot their bolt. Q.—How did they do it? A.—They unleashed their vaunted acrial attack. Pigskins rained throug! the air. Q.—What good did it do them? A— ping high into the air, the Galloping Ghost: snared the pigskin which sped toward him like a bullet. Then like an arrow the Will 0’ the Wisp hurtled down the field. Q.—How far did he go? A.—He was downed two scant yards from his coveted goal. Q—Tell me some mo A—The Crimson Horde fought tooth and nail in the shadow of their own goal post Q.—Yes, yes; go on. A.—Precious minutes sped by as the two elevens locked in the embrace st desperate struggle, What stopped it? —The shrill blast of the referee's whistle cut the chill November air. Q. shadows crept. over the bowl Sons of old Nassau swarmed upon the field, hoarsely chanting their saga of triumph. —Hven Braprey ANIsH-AmeERrican Custom “Fellow patriots, now that we have elected our new president—down with the tyrant!” 14 comicbooks.com