At Los Angeles

They crossed the Kansas cornlands and the badlands and the Rockies. Hauled by panting locomotives, they crossed the desert and crawled up into the Sierras. Then they dropped down to the ribbon of shore at the edge of the Pacific. There they rested--those football playing men of Missouri, in Los Angeles, City of the Angels, until Christmas Day, when they girded up their loins and went into a stadium to do holiday violence to the men of Southern California.

A great throng that had laid aside its Christmas presents to come and see the spectacle articulated its joy in a vast bellow. On the field, the Southern Californians, the "Trojans," were lining up grimly. The Missouri "Tigers" lined up opposite. Referee Walter Eckersall piped his whistle. The kick-off soared. Bodies crashed. Sods flew.

Up in the press stand, heads began wagging with surprise. These "Tigers" had been rated the weaker team and here they were forcing the 'action. Their line was hitting hard and low, their backs were cleaving swiftly. Halfback Whiteman was darting passes to Fullback Faurot, nearer and nearer the Trojan goal line. At the 22-yard line, there was a check; but the march began again and Right End Walsh dropped back for a placement kick from the Californians' 17-yard line. At last the Trojans braced. Walsh's kick skimmed askew and for the rest of the half Missouri ceased to threaten.

The second half went differently. There were new figures in the Trojan backfield --Le Febvre, squat and square; Newman, a Red Indian called "Chief." Now one, now the other of these two, shot into the scrimmage or off around an end. They scored a touchdown, two touchdowns; and a "1 minute later "Chief" Newman, doubling back deceptively, launched a long, high pass to Phythian, substitute Trojan end, who stumbled over for a third score as he caught the ball.

That did not end the game. The Tigers kept at it to the bitter end, with pass after desperate pass. With a minute to play, a Californian fumbled and Halfback Tuttle of Missouri scooped, dodged, tore off for a touchdown. Then Referee Walter Eckersall finally held up his hand, saying "Time!" and the legend was telegraphed back over the Sierras, the desert, the Rockies, the badlands and the cornlands to Missouri: "University of Southern California 20, University of Missouri 7."