"When I was trying to take advantage of my opponent, I was outwitted and was told to play on the square. I took Wallace"s advice and never played a nicer game of football in my life. Just this little reprimand, from an older player, taught me a lot of football."
In the Yale-Brown game, back in 1898, Richardson, that wonderful Brown quarterback, received the ball on a double pa.s.s from Dave Fultz and ran 65-yards before he was downed by Charlie de Saulles, the Yale quarterback, on Yale"s 5-yard line. When Richardson got up, he turned to de Saulles and said:
"You fool, why did you tackle me? I lost a chance to be a hero."
Yale, by the way, won that game by a score of 18 to 14.
Yost relates a humorous experience he had at Michigan in 1901, which was his most successful season at that University.
"Buffalo University came to Michigan with a much-heralded team. They were coached by a Dartmouth man and had not been scored upon. Buffalo papers referred to Michigan as the Woolly Westerners, and the Buffalo enthusiasts placed bets that Michigan would not score. The time regulation of the game, two halves, was thirty-five minutes, without intermission. At the end of the first half the score was 65 to 0. During this time many subst.i.tutions had been made, some nineteen or twenty men, so that every player Buffalo brought with them had at one time or another partic.i.p.ated in the game.
"The Buffalo coach came to me and said:
""Yost, we will have to cut this next half short."
""Why?" I asked. Of course, I did not realize that every available man he had with him was used up, but I felt rather liberal at that stage of the game and said:
""Let them rest fifteen or twenty minutes for the intermission, and then use them over again; use them as often as you like. I don"t care."
"About fifteen minutes after the second half had started, I discovered on Michigan"s side of the field, covered up in a blanket, a big fellow named Simpson, one of the Buffalo players. I was naturally curious, and said:
""Simpson, what are you doing over here? You are on the wrong side."
""Don"t say anything," came the quick response, "I know where I am at.
The coach has put me in three times already and I"m not going in there again. Enough is enough for any one. _I"ve had mine._"
"The score was then 120 to 0, in favor of Michigan, and the Buffalo team quit fifteen minutes before the game should have ended.
"It may be interesting to note that from this experience of Buffalo with Michigan the expression, "I"ve got you Buffaloed," is said to have originated, and to-day Michigan players use it as a fighting word."
Yost smiled triumphantly as he related the following:
"The day we played the Michigan Agricultural College we, of course, were at our best. The M. A. C. was taken on as a preliminary game, which was to be two twenty-minute halves.
"At the beginning of the second half the score was 118 to 0, in favor of Michigan.
"At this time, a big husky tackle, after a very severe scrimmage had taken place, stood up, took off his head gear, threw it across the field and started for the side line, pa.s.sing near where I was standing, when I yelled at him:
""The game is not over yet. Go back."
""Oh," he said, "we came down here to get some experience. I"ve had all I want. Let the other fellows stay, if they want to; me for the dressing room."
"And when this fellow quit, all the other M. A. C. players stopped, and the game ended right there. There were but four minutes left to play."
Somebody circulated a rumor that Yost had made the statement that Michigan would beat Iowa one year 80 to 0. Of course, this rumor came out in the papers on the day of the game, but Yost says:
"I never really said any such thing. However, we did beat them 107 to 0, whereupon some fellow from Iowa sent me a telegram, after the game, which read: "Ain"t it awful. Box their remains and send them home.""
In Tom Shevlin"s year at Yale, 1902, Mike Sweeney, his old trainer and coach at Hill School, was in New Haven watching practice for about four days before the first game. Practice that day was a sort of survival of the fittest, for they were weeding out the backs, who were doing the catching. About five backs were knocked out. A couple had been carried off, with twisted knees, and still the coaches were trying for more speed and diving tackles.
Tom had just obliterated a 150-pound halfback, who had lost the ball, the use of his legs and his Varsity aspirations altogether. Stopped by Sweeney, on his way back up the field, Tom remarked:
"Mike, this isn"t football. It"s war."
A Brown man tells the following interesting story:
"In a game that we were playing with some small college back in 1906 out on Andrews Field, Brown had been continually hammering one tackle for big gains. The ball was in the middle of the field and time had been taken out for some reason or other. Huggins and Robby were standing on the side lines, and just as play was about to be resumed, Robby noticed that the end on the opposing team was playing out about fifteen feet from his tackle, and was standing near us, when Robby said to him:
""What"s the idea? Why don"t you get in there where you belong?"
"The end"s reply was:
""I"m wise. Do you think I"m a fool? I don"t want to be killed.""
During a scrub game, the year that Brown had the team that trimmed Yale 21 to 0, Huggins says:
"Goldberg, a big guard who, at that time, was playing on the second eleven, kept holding Brent Smith"s foot. Brent was a tackle; one of the best, by the way, that we ever had here at Brown. Smith complained to the coaches, who told him not to bother, but to get back into the game and play football. This he did, but before he settled down to business, he said to Goldberg:
""If you hold my foot again, I"ll kick you in the face."
"About two plays had been run off, when Smith once more shouted:
""He"s holding me." Robby went in back of him and said:
""Why didn"t you kick him?"
""Kick him!" replied Brent. "He held _both_ my feet!""
Hardwick recalls another incident that has its share of humor, which occurred in the Yale bowl on the day of its christening.
"Yale was far behind--some thirty points--playing rather raggedly. They had possession of the ball on Harvard"s 1-yard line and were attempting a strong rushing attack in antic.i.p.ation of a touchdown. They were meeting with little or no success in penetrating Pennock and Trumbull, backed by Bradlee. And on the third down they were one yard farther away from the goal than at the start. They attempted another plunge on tackle, and were using that uncertain form of offense, the direct pa.s.s.
The center was a trifle mixed and pa.s.sed to the wrong man, with the result that Yale recovered the ball on Harvard"s 25-yard line. Wilson, then a quarter for Yale, turned to his center and asked him sharply:
""Why don"t you keep track of the signals?"
"In a flash, the center rush turned and replied:
""How do you expect me to keep track of signals, when I can hardly keep track of the touchdowns.""
Brown University was playing the Carlisle Indians some ten years ago at the Polo Grounds at New York City. Bemus Pierce, the Indian captain, called time just as a play was about to be run off, and the Brown team continued in line, while Hawley Pierce, his brother, a tackle on the Indian team, complained, in an audible voice, that some one on the Brown team had been slugging him. Bemus walked over to the Brown line with his brother, saying to him:
"Pick out the man who did it."
Hawley Pierce looked the Brunonians over, but could not decide which player had been guilty of the rough work. By this time, the two minutes were up, and the officials ordered play resumed. Bemus shouted to Hawley:
"Now keep your eyes open and find out who it was. Show him to me, and after the game I"ll take care of him properly."
It is interesting to note that Bemus only weighed 230 pounds and his little brother tipped the scale at 210 pounds.