an umbrella, started for the field.  I ran after him and demanded a portion of it - the umbrella, which he willingly agreed to.  We found a suitable place to watch and there stationed ourselves, putting the umbrella close down over us.  Bill managed to get under Gibby’s and so we were all to the good.
     Hess kicked to Beck, who returned it two yards and the game was on.  It can hardly be called a real game of foot-ball.  It was test of mastery in endurance, of who could stand the mud and rain the longest, No good playing could be possible, Forward passes were hindered the slippery ball; kicks were prevented by the uncertainty of foot-hold; drop-kicking by the mud.  The first quarter was