Nebraska 20
Iowa 18

   Most of the students who left yesterday morning for Omaha had a sneaking idea that their favorites would be transported on the "hog train" by their rivals from the university of Iowa. But two weeks of hard practice can do wonders for a team. The university boys have in that time developed a system of interference equal to that of the Kansans. The game they played yesterday was full of fire. The work of the team, as a whole, was fine. Each man played his best game. And this is the reason that the burners of the midnight oil – the learned young men of the state university and the bald-headed professors – are thankful.

   The cold wind kept hundreds of people at home who would have enjoyed the game. The Omaha high school turned out a goodly number of embryo cranks who cheered their old companions, Oury, Whipple and Frank, whenever opportunity offered, and "rooted" for Nebraska like good fellows. The rest of the natives, however, sided with the Iowa boys, as they have done every Thanksgiving day for three years. The depravity of the Omaha people is greatly to be deplored. Harry Frank played his first official game with the university team at quarter yesterday, and played it up to snuff. Wiggins also played his initial game at right end. Although seriously handicapped by his name, he made a splendid showing. He was the neatest tackler on the field and was at no time out of the game. Lonzo Yont opened the eyes of the Iowans by his long end runs. He runs well and dodges skillfully. When tackled he wriggles along like a deep sea macaroni in the fisherman's net. Flippin was in splendid form for the first time this year. He played in his old aggressive style. He was everywhere. His interference work was long-haired. Big Yont thinks he knows a few about the game himself. And no one with two well developed hemispheres in his head will "say him nay." (The religious editor is uncertain whether this quotation is from Shakespeare or the bible.) Big Yont aided materially in producing that atmosphere of peace and comfort which pervades university circles today, by his splendid interference.

   Iowa's rush line was exceptionally strong. "Sandow" Rogers, a gentleman with a build like a storm door, played the part of center rush. His interpretation of this difficult character was peculiarly forcible. "Dago" Myers, a young man with a wealth of black locks and a moustache of the "poor but proud" variety, appeared in the character of left half back. His playing was full of vim and fire. He is the bright and particular star of the Iowa aggregation.

   This is how it happened. In the first half the Nebraskans made 14 points, three touchdowns and a goal, while the duffers from Iowa were piling up 6. Nebraska make their scores by long end runs, while Iowa bucked the center repeatedly. In the second half Nebraska made a touchdown and goal, 6 points, while the prohibitionists scared the boys by pegging up 12 on two downs and two goals. When time was called, it stood 20 to 18 in favor of "de Nebraskies," as a small Omahog informed a smaller and dirtier friend. It would be an unpardonable breach of tradition to fail to say "This is the way they lined up," so here goes: