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NEBRASKA’S SPEED
HUMBLES RUTGERS

Cornhuskers’ Lightning Grid-
iron Tactics Sweep Them to
Victory by 28 to 0.
FUMBLES PLAYED PART
Sanford’s Pupils Err at Critical
Times—Crowd of 15,000 Watches
Battle at Polo Grounds.

    They grow something besides corn out on the prairies of Nebraska. An avalanche of football warriors descended yesterday upon the unsuspecting Rutgers eleven at the Polo Grounds, a great, husky, fearless mass of gridiron terrors, coached by a square-jawed individual named Henry Schulte, and, when they had finished with George Foster Sanford’s cripples, the score stood 28 to 0.
    A crowd of more than 15,000 brought umbrellas and raincoats to the baseball lot after they had attended to their civic duty of voting, and for the rest of the afternoon, wondered if all western elevens were of the same breed. If so, their advice to Eastern graduate managers is to dispense with intersectional football games. New York won’t see any faster or harder football all the rest of this season. Yesterday’s first period left the spectators breathless, and what Nebraska’s gatling-gun hammering must have done to Rutgers was evident in the second quarter when the Cornhuskers pushed across the first two of their touchdowns.
    Their tactics were lightning-fast; they had been drilled to execute their plays in rapid-fire order, all aimed to sweep their opponents off their feet with this speed. But if any old-fogy spectators of an ancient school of football were skeptical over this radicalism, they received the surprise of their lives to watch it countine. An ordinary team would have welcomed the two minutes’ intermission between the first and second periods, but not Nebraska. Those giant Bohemians, Hubka and Pucelik, and that dodging eel-like backfield sensation, Hartley, trotted to the other end of the gridiron eager for more. Water boys who scampered out from the sidelines with sponges and dippers were waved aside in disgust by those rough-and-ready huskies.

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