University of Kansas - Jayhawker Yearbook (Lawrence, KS)

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NORRIS SCHMIDT ETTINGER SMALL T. MONROE igsk n Prognosis ROUSE PATTEE JOHNSON BERTUZZI McDONALD c Clear the track! Make way for the K. U. All- Weather Football Express! Whether plowing through mud, climbing a mile- high field, or puffing under a scorching sun, the Jayhawker gridiron train, Head Coach George Sauer at the throttle, has been gaining speed in the face of de-railing attempts by three opponents. Co-champions of the Big Six last year, the Jay- hawkers have won two and tied one in their three open ing tilts. The tie, an opening game Wash Bowl battle with the T.C.U. Horned Frogs in Kansas City, ended with neither side scoring and both sides being swamped. Nothing was proved to 20,000 fans except that Kansas City can be wet in more ways than one. During the entire game, Kansas and T. C. U. ground out a combined total of only 80 yards, the Texans holding a slight edge due to one completed forward pass. Played in 12-minute quarters because of the weather, the battle was finished in semi-dark- ness as the light bulbs on the grandstand popped throughout the contest. Ray Evans, Jayhawker All-Big Six halfback and candidate for All-American honors, was forced to leave the game in the second quarter with a knee injury. A. week later against Denver, the Kansans matched the higher altitude with higher scoring and toppled the Pioneers, 9 to 0, in a night game at the Mile- High City. Holding their mountain country foes to a net gain of only 63 yards in the contest, the Jay- hawkers gave the crowd of 28,000, largest in Denver history, little to cheer about. Line stars of the Denver game were right guard, Joe Crawford, who blocked a Pioneer punt which gave Kansas a ' safety and two points; substitute left tackle, Ed Lee, who recovered a fumble on the Den- ver 16-yard line to set up the Jayhawker touchdown; and right end, Otto Schnellbacher, who took a 12- yard pass from quarterback Lynne McNutt for the only touchdown of the game. In the backfield, McNutt and newcomer. Torn

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FALL NUMBER, 1947 25 Yeseth, gurgled Hortense. No sooner had she spoken than two of the women stepped forward. One pressed a large railroad spike to Hortense ' s shoulder, while the other lifted a sledge hammer and drove the spike home. Does it hurt? the woman asked. No, just a flesh wound, retorted Hortense applying a tourniquet. The leader of the band stepped forward again. Hortense Hoffelmeyer, she claimed, thou hast been spiked. PARTE, THE SIXTHE Taking leave of his brother in Lambda Nu, Arthur proceeded to his lodging to receive the rest of his belongings. He rode Homer boldly up to the door of the Inn, but quickly changed his mind after receiving twelve parking tickets for being too far over the white parallel lines. A slight rain had begun to fall, and the little droplets began to spatter on the cobblestones. As Arthur approached the Inn, the Innkeeper rushed out the door, running at full speed. In his hand he clutched a box of Kleenex. As he reached the street he dropped to his knees and began wiping up the rain as fast as it fell. What cooketh, Innkeeper? asked Arthur, using a colloquialism of the day. Dost not thou know, Dullard? replied the Innkeeper, this is a drye state. Striking the Innkeeper a stunning blow, Arthur stormed into the Inn and up the rickety stairs to the attic. As he walked, he rudely pushed his way through a line of veterans waiting to sublet his closets. Reaching his room, he entered and closed the door. Hortense was waiting for him. They embraced, and wept loudly and longly over their long ration. Hortense, exclaimed Arthur, I have come for you at last. Too late . . . too late, she muttered, Arthur . . . I have become a Greek! Arthur gazed deeply into her chartruese eyes, and calmly replied, Hortense . . . I ' ll wait for you! Think of it, mused Hortense as she and Arthur strolled out of the Inn, I am now a member of a national organization. As they walked she spied the figure of a woman slouched in a corner. She sped over to the figure. Sister! cried Hortense in a hoarse voice, and embraced the woman vigorously. Pardon me! screeched the woman slapping a splint on her arm. But, cried Hortense, taken back, Art not a Greek? No, screamed the woman, Russo-Chero- kee! Whereupon she struck Hortense a stunning blow and stormed off into the darkness. Arthur labored hard over the inert form of his beloved, seeking to revive her. In quick succession he tried artificial respiration, smelling salts, carbon disulfide, and an oxygen tent, but all to no avail. As a last resort he slowly paced an uncovered bottle of Budweiser under her nostrils. Hortense ately leaped to her feet crying, T.G.I.F., T.G.I.F.! (Continued on Page 93)

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Rif in ' RAY EVANS, last year ' s captain and two time All: Big Six choice, was conference ' s leading passer in 1946. FRENCH LEE HEAD COACH GEORGE SAUER 711 .4(1.