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for substantial gains. Much credit must also “be given them for
the use of the new gamé, for their work with the forward pass and
the onside kick wàs' thè best shown in the Northwest this year.
After losing this big game the ardor of the Varsity supporters
was naturally somewhat dampened, but the famous Oregon spirit
which never says? •'dieywas still deep in every " loyal student’s heart
and all went to'Portland to give our beloved eleven the best-support
of which they weie capable. Meanwhile, hardworking Coach Forbes
was rounding the men into» shape fpr the biggest1'contest of the
year. His, Yale tactics' were just commencing to show results. As
at Yale, all early season and minor games are made subservient
to the Yale-Harvard contest which is the climax of the year’s work,
•SO were all of Oregon’s -efforts directed toward the battle with O.
A. C., which is just'such a climax to Oregon football as the Yale-
‘Harvard game is to the effete East. Details of this game are un
necessary. All of the wonderful plays by “Oregon’s fighting fresh
man crew,” as it was styled hy a Multnomah man, are yet clear
in our minds and will be for many years td" conte. |
E ver yone/re marked on the brilliant team work of the Oregon
men a?hd one man was' heard to state “that the team work was so
fine that it' fnade every player an individual star.” Captain M'oullen
with his two place kicks"was of ebupse the leading figure in the
Oregon ranks, but the punting of Clarke, thè breaking up of plays
by Pinkham, the fierce tackling of' Dodson and the running in Of
punts by Eatourette, all worked together in getting the ball near
enough to the goal posts for the kicks to be attempted. -;?No wonder
the Oregon students took possession of the city of Portland for a
brief time after this1 victory, for their team, composed - of four old
men and seven freshmen, had practically annihilated the Corvallis
team, which contained seven veterans of their last year’s Pacific
Coast championship team. Some say that the crys of “Oregon ! ! !
There ! ! !—Corvallis ! ! ! Not there! !!” resounded through the Port
land streets far into the night, but of course I would not pose as
an authority for that statement.
The last game of the season, that with Multfiomah, can very
appropriately be called “The Grand Finale.” This was the heaviest
team the Oregon players, were called upon to face during the year.
“It was a case of brains, aided by luck, triumphing over bfawn,”
was the way one sporting writer put it, but I would say rather that