St Xavier College - Xaverian Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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.OHIO WESLEYAN The Ohio Wesleyan game reminded one very much of a crippled man vainly endeavoring to ward off the charge of a stampeding team of hre-horses by fran- tically waving his crutch at them. The entire affair, which ended in a 40-12 victory for Wesleyan, was indeed lamentable. Sad to say, there was little evidence of fight in the once dreaded St. Xavier ranks, The morale which had suffered such a setback in the Navy encounter, was still at a low ebb and seemingly could not re-establish itself. A premonition of disaster hung heaviiy over old St. Xavier, and when the half showed a 21-0 advantage over her she was not able to rise to the task of evening things up. Her two touchdowns, coming in the last quarter, resulted from a brilliant series of forward passes and runs by Captain Herb Davis. . The uMam from Home, Richard Marnell, St. Xaviefs own Delaware boy, performed in a most admirable fashion and wag a source of pride and a credit to his Alma Mater, his own parents, and his townsfolk that day. After suffering a fractured shoulder bone, it was only when his arm hung limp and useless that Dick allowed himself to be taken from the game. Likewise that stellar performer, Bill Knecht, though suEering a twisted knee, stuck to his guns with steadfastness until forced from the game. They make them no better than Marnell and Knecht. May St. Xavier never be without men of their caliber! Page One Hundred Fifty-Jix

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U. S. NAVAL ACADEMY As the sands of the hour-glass slowly dropped one by one, bringing to an end that fateful day of November 10, the 61-0 score remained as an indelible remem- brance of the awfuI massacre that took place when St. Xavier went down to her first defeat of the season This game may be truly likened to Custerts last stand, marking an entire annihilation of a little band of green-clad warriors by a vicious tribe of score-marking sailors far away in the wilds of Farragut held. And yet above it all rose the still indomitable Xavier spirit of that little band of one hundred rooters which had accompanied the team for so great a distance. 'Tight is not the word which characterized the struggle; it is more likely fright. For the St. Xavier team was decidedly not the team of previous con- tests. But let it be said that individually some of our boys were Hthere. Cap- tain Herb Davis dHered an example which, alas, his noble team-mates found diihcult to follow. However, Herb Lammers, the plucky halfback, was severely injured in a grand attempt to follow his captain, and forced to retire from the game for the remainder of the season. The one remarkable feature of the game, and one which is generally overlooked, is that despite the terrific onslaught of the sailors in the first half, the Avon boys, with a team composed chiehy of substitutes, held the Navy gridders in the second half to fourteen points. No small amount of credit must be given to the brave subs on this account. But to those future admirals, Barchet, Shapley and McKee, we must, out of a sense of fairness, tender the palm. Fag: One Hundred Fifty-jiw

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OTTERBEIN The opposing armies of French and English were of nearly equal strength. Three times Napoleon Hung his forces against the English in that memorable last. fight Wellington wavered. For the fourth time the Old Guard hurled itself against the enemy; victory was almost within grasp. But at that moment Blucher and his German hordes arrived and saved the day for the Iron Duke. That was at Waterloo. On November 24, 1923, a replica of that famous battle was enacted on Corcoran Field. The contending forces were Otterbein and St. Xavier; the contest was football instead of war. Both forces had been going along at an almost even clip, with Otterbein leading by a 7-6 count. Suddenly the little field general of the Blue and White, Captain Herb Davis, saw a chance, and by some spec- tacular runs placed his team in a position to score. Five yards to go; four downs in which to make them. And then, 0 unkind fate! the little Napoleon,' who for so long had borne the abuses and physical injuries heaped upon him was stricken down and had to be removed from the field. But nevertheless the Xavier cohorts dashed themselves against the enemy. Once, twice, three times! The defending forces faltered, and gave slightly. And then, just as the saccharine strains of the Victory Song could almost be heard, Father Time, the Bluehef, of our atlegory, saved the day for Otterbein. Page One Hundred Fifty-smen