About The gamecock. (Columbia, S.C.) 1908-2006 | View This Issue
I was on my way back from
George's, with a bottle of dope in one
pocket; two boxes of crackers in an
other, and a half dozen vile "imperfec
tos" nestled in a third. It was a cold
day for winter; my ungloved hands
stung miserably, and my rebellious
"inwards" clamored for a stimulant
which there was none. I deviate from
the trodden paths of story-telling, and
go out of my way to mention that it
was cold. Why do I so digress? To
interest my readers? No. To enlist
their sympathies? Yes l And I am
satisfied that they not only do give me
of their sympathy, but also share the
hope -which bounded in my breast when
I descried the lanky form of Shakes
beer loafing leisurely across the cam
pus to his room. My hope, dear read
ers, was not kindled like the sudden
flush of dawn on the horizon of a poet
by the fact that Shapesbeer's hip
pocket well bulged, but by, the corro
borating presence of a dress-suit case.
Before I could come up with him,
however, Shapesbeer had gone up the
steps, ten at a time, reached his room,
and after a short interval come down in
full football togs, and disappeared at a
jog in the direction of the Athletic
Field. Well, the only recourse was for
me, by skilful manipulation of my
skeleton key, to enter Shakesbeer's
rather uninviting domicile, and dis
possess him of his too ample store of
wet goods. This mode of procedure
was no sooner determined upon than
executed to the tune of a sparkling
quart of the Original Hunter's. Inci
dentally, I brought away a watch,
- which I needed, and a pair of cuff but
tons, which I could pawn.
To cut a long story short, in due
season I reached Davis Field. Slip
ping through that big hole in the fence
back of the grandstand which Mar
shal Dyches hopes a kind providence
will repair, I found the field aswarm
with a great concourse of spectators
at least 94, besides two small boys
who don't count.
A game was about to begin. A
glance gave me all particulars. The
Faculty eleven vs. All-Carolina. It
was indeed to be a great game.
The referee's whistle blew, and Cap
tain Sullivan kicked off 50 yards to
Gordon Moore, who advanced io. On
a cross-tackle play, Potts gained i
yard. A. C. Moore went around left
end for 1 5 yards, Keith keeping Cooley
out of the play. First and io. Capt.
Bain tries quarter-back run, but drops
the ball when Carwile tackles him
hard, and Dillingham falls on it. Time
out. Coach Joynes of the Faculty
team kicks on the decision. He said
that Keith recovered the ball, but his
protest was not considered. Carolina's
ball. Colcock gets through Russell
* and spills an end run. Sparkman
gains a foot. Sullivan punts 1o yards,
and Bain runs it back io. Colcock
wanits to know "Whatt is a fhact."
At this psychological moment, Gor
don Moore hits centre for 5 yards;
Wauchope goes 3, A. C. Moore makes
it first and ro. ,On a ,forwArd pass
Keith to Wardllawv, 45 yards is netted.
Loud cheering. The ball is now on
Carolina's 25-yard line. Easterling 3'
B. Moore 7, Easterling 2, Potts 8, A.
Moore no gain, B. Moore 4, B. Moore.
[-2 yard, B3alJ goes over.on Carolina's
6-inch line. Sparkman punts out of
danger. Faculty's ball on 30-yard line.
Bain works the onside kick success
fully, A. C. Moore recovering the ball
on the 12-yard line. Four yards' is
netted in two downs, and Bain kicks
an easy goal from the field from the
8-yard line. Score: Faculty 4, Caro
lina o. Time out for the first half.
Coaches' Joynes and Moody put in
a busy 15 minutes' intermission with
their men. "The trouble is with you
people," said Coach Joynes to his
squad, "you don't wcrkt together.
Every man on the team is doing good
grandstand playing, but that isn't the
kind of playing that wins games. You
have got to get together. All through
that half Colcock was thinking of tan
gents, and co-sines, and was wanting
to know what was a fact. Twitchell
was dreaming of rocks, Snowden of
the Battery, Potts of love, Easterling
of tennis, Wauchope of Beowulf,
Wardlaw of Pedagogics, Bain of Hor
ace, A. C. Moore of bugs, Keith of
Paris, and Gordon Moore of the dif
ferent kinds of fallacies. Now, this
won't do. You have got to win this
game, and if you pull together, you
can win it."
Coach Moody gave his men a
straight talking to. "You blankety
blankety blank-blank idiotsl what in
is the tnatter with you? I believe
the - - team from the - - - Co
lumbia High School could eat you up.
You ain't worth a tinker's . To
- with you. I'm done with the whole
- - outfit !"
Referee Furse, having heard Epps'
last joke with a sigh of relief, called
out, "Dinner hour is over,- boys. Take
off your coats, and git to the plows
agin." He thought he was still on
the dear old farm.
H. Green kicks to Bain, whom Hoey
tackles in his tracks. Wauchope fum
bles, and it is Carolina's ball on their
opponents' 15-yard line. Cogburn 2,
Dillingham 2. Capt. Sullivan kicks
goal from the field after two minutes
of play. Carolina 4, Faculty 4.
Keith kicks to J. Green, who brings
it back 25 yards. A triple pass-Sul
livan to J. Green to Cooley-is good
for 30 yards. Dillingham cross-bucks
over Snowden for 5-yard gain. Cog
burn 6, Sparkman 4, H. Green 4, Dil
lingham io, J. Green 2, Sullivan no
gain. Kick. Bain loses on quarter
back run. Kick. Carolina rushes the
ball to the 2-yard line. Dillingham
gains one yard. On the next play,
Cogburn would have bucked across,
but Gordon Moore hollered at him to
define the Illicit Process of the Major
Term, and he fumbled. Ball goes
over. Bain punts 35 yards to Sulli
van, who fumbles, and Wardlaw gets
it. Bain punts to the middle of the
field, and the game is over, wvith the
ball in Carolina's possession. Final
score: Carolina 4, Faculty 4.
As "The State" commented next
"It was in every respect a great
game. Carolina was Green in the
b)ackground, while the Faculty eleven
was Mloolre "experienced. The two
elevens were very evenly matched, and
every minute of scrimmage was hair
raising, as Captain Bain remarked aft
."For the Faculty, Colcock at center,
E?asterling and Wauchope in1 the line,
played brilliantly. Wardlaw made an
excellent catch of Keit's lon sm.r..,d
pass. Captain Bain was a tower of
strength to his team, and: his backs
supported him in great fashion.
"For Carolina, Sullivan starred, alw
though the green backfield did well.
Carolina's tackles were both in the
running yesterday, and clipped off
"Coach Joynes seen)44v ell pleased
with the work of his' team, and says
they will be in good'shape to meet the
team from the Legislature next Jan
"Coach Moody was profane in his
expressions about the game, and made
himself a nuisance. He did state that
Full-back Moore of the Gamd Cocks is
a 'ringer,' having played with Furman
under the name of Gordon.
"Following is the line-up:
Faculty. Carolina All-Stars.
Colcock.. ..C...C.. ....Russell
Twitchell.. R. G.. ....Lee, Jno.
Potts.. .. ....R. T. .. ..Sparkman
Wauchope.. ..R. E.. ....Carwile
Snowden. ... .L. G.. ......Hoey
Easterling. .. L. T.. .. ..Cogburn
Wardlaw.. L. E... ...Cooley
Bain (c) . . ..Q. . .Sullivan (c)
Moore, A.. ..R. H. B. . Dillingham
Keith.. .. ..L. H. B.. .. Green, J.
Moore, G. B. . .F. B. . . ..Green, H.
"Coaches: Faculty, Joynes (Vir
ginia) ; South Carolinh All-Stars,
Moody (Irmo). Managers: Faculty,
Burney (Heidelburg) ; South Caro
lina All-Stars, Ashley (North Augus
"Officials: Referee, Mr. Furse (Chi
cago) ; umpire, Mr. Fickling (Baptist
Forks) ; water-boy, Mr. Peterkin,
(Topshe College). Time of halves, x8
* * *
Just about this time I fell out of bed
and swore never to eat hot- wennics,
ice cream and pie together again.
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The following is taken from the
Charlotte Observer on Dr. Wauchope,
who delivered an address on Milton at
University of Virginia:
"Dr. Wauchope is a speaker of
char.ming personality and pleasant ad
:lress. He held the rapt attention of
his audience. He has made a special
ittenution of Milton's life and works,
mnd ha~s edited many of his works for
school and college use, and speaks as
nly that master of his subject can."
Fresh Behiling (seeing Prof. Colcock
with his golf sticks) : "I wvonder
where Prof. Colcock is going hunting ?
N~~o, I don't mean that. I mean where
lie is going with those surveying in..
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he University is protected by its
JUNIORS- ARE THE. GRIDIRON
(Continued from Page One.)
Suddenly the tune changed to "The
dirls I've Left Behind Me," and out
upon the field, head back, chin in, a
small satchel at his side, marched the
And now the game was about to
begin. Intense and soul-ptirring sus
pense oppressed the spectators and the
players. The whistle blows tremu
lously, the ball is in the air, it is across
the goal line, a touchdown-but wait,
Macmillan snatches up the ball, pon
ders for a moment with finger on
brow, and dashes for an apparently
open space with the full intention of
going the length of the field for a
touchdown. But directly in his path
Buster Murdaugh lies hid behind a
clumb of tall grass. He springs from
ambush like a tiger, lovingly encircles
Macmillan's neck with his arms and
hurls him to the ground.
Two 'more plays and it is the
Juniors' ball from a- kick. And now
we cannot restrain an eager impulse
to jump to the supreme psychological
moment of the afternoon, the moment
of the Junior touchdown. The ball
was worked steadily up the field and
finally carried over the line. The up
roar" was deafening, excitment was at
its highest pitch. The Junior coach
was heard to register a vow' im
mediately after the game. The
assistant Junior coach kept running
around in a circle, exclaiming "Bam
berg forever I" Water Boy Seibeis
stepped in the bucket and upset it and
began sponging the water ip from,the
ground. During a lull a crowd gath
ered around Manager Klugh, who had
suddenly become afflicted with an
idea, and had gone off in a trance in
pursuit of it. When lie returned, lie
announced that the Junior team would
be tendered a dinner at the Columbia
on the following Sunday. Gradually
the noise died away and normal condi
tions were restored.
This ended the game; for a few
minutes later, when the crowd on the
sidelines had been pushed back out of
hearing and while the officials were
trying to decide whether or not the
patch on Sharpton's trousers debarred
him from the game, the two teams
formed an agreement to rest upon
their respective laurels and to do no
For the Juniors, Blake, Murdaugh,
Simpson and Cain starred. For the
Freshmen, Sharpton played well de
spite the handicap of his patched
tr-ousers. Sligh desported gracefully
in the backfield. Simpkins, Macmil
lan and Lipscomb distinguished them
This is the last of the class games,
and results in the engraving of "Class
I"on the Trophy Cup. ,
Wanted to Know
i. If you got bit ? I did.
2. Who lost sonie chickens?
3. Who ate some chickens?
4. Where the Sophis put the Fresh
5. What Freshman broke the pho
tographer's camera ?
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