Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 21, Number 11, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 31 October 1899 — THEIR WATERLOO. [ARTICLE]

THEIR WATERLOO.

Unconquered Sheridan is at Last Defeated. But it Was Only By the Pigskin of Our Teeth that We Vanquished Them. The unconquered ones are conquered The terrors are overthrown, The scalps that hung in Sheridan’s belt Now decorate our own. Sheridan, the invincible, has met its Waterloo. Or maybe it was its Mud-and* Waterloo. Their banner is trailed in the dust. Or it will be dust after it dries a few weeks. 1 Ohl we met them and-we et them, We swallered them down raw. We threw them down, we done them brown. Hip! rip! zip boom! hoorah!! ■ • When visiting teams come to Rensselaer they come as the guests of the Rensselaer Foot Ball Team, and as guests of Rensselaer, as friends not as enemies and they should be treated as such by every patron of the game, just the same as though be were entertaining them in his own house. Crowding upon the gridiron or any ungentlemanly remarks addressed either personally or generally to the visiting team or officials, only reflect upon the person using them. They give visitors a bad impression of our people and of our city and greatly hinder the playing of our team. It is to be hoped that no such thing ever occurs in the future. Rensselaer Foot Ball Team.

Official Report. Never Was a nicer or more gentlemenly set of players seen on our field than Sheridan’s boys, came over with manager Dew, on the 9:45 train Friday morning to show our boys how to play ball. Midst showers and showers of rain, and a sea of mud, the Star Foot Ball Game, the best ever seen in Indiana, between Sheridan’s Doughty Boys and Bensselaer’s All Stars, took place on Riverside Athletic Field yesterday afternoon. Notwithstanding the inclement weather, the hearty boys in red and black, by good hard foot ball won, by the score of 6 to 5 over Sheridan, never before beaten team. / It was the old story “He who laughs last, laughs best.” The field was slippery and footing was bad, and it was hard to tell who .a player was after the first scrimmage, for all coons look alike in the dark. The game started at 3:13 and lasted two hours, owing 4o many squabbles over decisions and technical points, squabbles which were more fought out by the crowd than by the team. A large and very enthuiastio crowd witnessed the game. Gum boots and rain coats being the order of the day. The weather was so bad that your reporter could take no notes, so we will perforce have to take the lineup. Sheridan Rensselaer Thistlewaite L E Wright Kerchival L T Whiting Fanch L G Cain Norman O Clark Pierce R G Sheehan W Bradfield R H Leopold Johnson R E Woodworth Bush L H Gwin, Meyers Compton I » n j Parcels Bradfield f [Marshall Williamson Q B Khoades, Johnson FB j <•' I olCvlß .

Officials—linemen, Sayler, Kerchival. Time keepers, Murray, Oldham. Referee, Fendig. Umpire, Thistlewaite. Johnson started the game in motion by a nice kick to Brinley, who returned the ball 17 yds before he fell, and from then to the call of time, the opposing teams fought with a will that might have done justice to the Gladiators of old. How Parcels, Gwin, Brinley, and all the boys did tear them up 3 and 5 yds at a time till an unfortunate fumble lost us the ball. Then came Sheridan’s turn. Like a whirlwind turned loose they started down the field, ’every inch being stubbornly contested. By supreme effort they carried the ball over the west goal line for a touch down. Johnson failed the goal and the sopre at the end of 18 minutes of play was 5 to 0. Then the Stars woke up. Hitherto they had been playing like tigers. Now it WrS as demons let loose. Irresistably they bore the ball down the field, splitting holes in the lines at times, and then working end runs for a good gain. It was no snap, every foot was hard won. At the call of time at the end of the first half, the ball lay on Sheridan’s 40 yd line.

After a few minutes rest the storm broke out again. Brinley kicking to Bush. Then our boys gingered up and took the ball on downs, and they went A brick wall would never stop them, time and again they hit the line, a human catapult, and something had to give. To whom can we give the credit of the touch down? Not to any one man, each man a unit, the credit belongs to the whole team, and over it went Brinley kicked the goal—and won the game. Johnson again kicked, this time to Sheehan, who fumbled and Sheridan got the ball, only to loose it on downs. Again the ball went west, with Rensselaer mighty sons behind it, until Brinley was hurt, then Papa Marshall got in his old time place, and Parcels took Brinley’s place at full. Then i away they went till call of time, the ball being on Sheridan’s 35 yd line at the close. The score—Rensselaer, 6; Sheridan, 5.