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THE M A R 0 0N T I G E R
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A cold, November afternoon. The sun is setting in
a halo of gold that is unequalled for its beauty in all
creation (how dramatic). The grandstand thronged with
a crowd bordering on delirium. Victory within the
grasp of the opponent who holds a three-point lead and
a few seconds to go. The Tiger about to go down in
honorable defeat. But why have honorable defeat when
victory is the goal? The team lines up and the quarter
back in stentorian tones barks the signals. All eyes
are glued on the center whose muscle-taunt body is ready
to snap the pigskin. The ball is snapped. A sleek
back meets it with outstretched arms as a quiver runs
through the veins of the multitude. Right through the
line he is coming with a hole as big as a gate to wel
come him. He eludes one ’back, another, and then an
other. He is OFF! THE CROWD GOES WILD! THE
GAME IS WON! and over.
Years later a back and a center attired in coaching
togs, none the worse for wear are barking at a husky
conglomeration of Morehouse manhood striving to make
a team that will go down in the annals of history as
another Tiger champion. The back? Coach Tombstone
Forbes. The center? Coach Funk Mann.
As yet it is unsafe to predict. No predictions are
safe until after the event and then the relating becomes
history. As yet it is unsafe to predict a champion. No
one predicts a winner from a team hit hard by the death
dealing hand of graduation unless he be a rabid opti
mist. As yet it is unsafe to predict a winning team,
but from the effect of the scrimmages and the Miles
game, which has yet to be played at this writing, the
boys are imbued with a spirit that W. C. and Charlie
Kelley, President Archer, Dr. Carter, Charlie Greene and
the rest of those sons of Morehouse like to rave. If a
man be as big as a house and hath sinews that would
shame an elephant, but hath not spirit—he is become a
nonenity—a thing—a sounding brass and his end shalt
be circled freely and no gains shalt he his reward.
MILES MEMORIAL DEFEATED BY MOREHOUSE
IN SEASON OPENER
Miles Memorial romped gaily on the field at the be
ginning of the game and just as gaily romped off after
the final whistle, downed by a strength-revealing More
house team, 33-0.
The game was not as loose as the score would have
one believe. Miles played a fair game of football, but
could not stop the thundering herd that repeatedly bore
down on them to cross the goal line. Whetstone, in cen
ter. and W. D. Jones, in guard, played a type of game
worthy of mentioning for the invaders. It was their
fine defense which kept the score from mounting to gar
gantuan heights.
The unerring passing of Kelly, the uncanny receiving
of Evans, the running of Jones, the line plunging of Red
Smith and the elusiveness of Sweet, Foster and Curry
were features of the offense; while the defensive play
ing of Mclver, Archer, Reid, Watley, Cage, Frve, “Red”
Smith, Hendricks and Mazique were the main factors in
the whitewashing of the Memorialites.
Line-up:
Miles
McGhee -
L.E.
Morehouse
Evans
Johnson
L.T.
Frve
W. 1). Jones
L.G.
Case
Whetstone
C.
Mclver
Anderson
R.G.
Bowen
J. Smith
R.T.
Mazique
Veal
R.E.
Archer
Jenkins
O.B.
Kell v
Kirk
L.H.
Curry
Gilden
R.H.
W. T. Jones
B. Jones
F.R
Smith (C 1
Substitutions —
Baugh, Robinson,
Referee, 0. G.
Lockhart (Morris
1 Clark t.
Morehouse: L. Foster, Washburn,
Green, Sims, Hendricks, Sweet, Reid.
Walker (Lincoln); Umpire, A. G.
Brown; Head Linesman, L. C. Baker
MAROONS LOOK GOOD
SCRIMMAGE
IN FIRST
The real test of how strong the boys are came to
light Saturday, October L when Coach Forbes paired
off three teams for the first scrimmage of the sea
son. The first two teams “huddled” themselves and
became hitter foes at the sound of the whistle. The
first selected group under the guidance of “Shipwreck’
Kelley, managed to eke a score of eighteen points from
It has been many a day since such a wealth of new
material has graced "the red backyard.” Whatley, Shine,
Brown, Alexander. P. Jones, Young, Baugh, Webster,
etc., are all showing up well and some of last year’s
regulars will have to hustle to keep their positions. Rob
inson, Green. Kelly, Sweet and Frye are all stars of last
year’s Junior-Senior game and will bear watching.
Coach Forbes’ human mass of unrest, keenness and
fight is experimenting on a wholesale basis and the gen
eral question is “Will il work?” Captain Red Smith, a
center of all-American fame, is being shifted to full
back. Hendricks, a tackle has moved up a bit to the
end position. Watley, a guard of high school fame, is
holding down the tackle position. At this time it is un
certain whether the experiment will be a failure -wheth
er at the end of the season Smith will be in center,
Hendricks in tackle, and Watley in guard. However,
it must be admitted that there is method in Coach’s mad
ness.