The A.P. Wirephoto man was very much on the job at the Nebraska-Oklahoma game in Norman Saturday. In a swiftly executed lateral, in the first quarter, Lloyd Cardwell flips the ball to Johnny Howell who sprinted nearly 10 yards before being brought down. Picture at the bottom shows Cardwell about to snag a 35-yard pass in the end zone from Sam Francis, scoring the first touchdown in the initial period. Associated Press
Owen Field, Norman, Okla., Oct. 24—The day which Oklahomans awaited, perhaps too eagerly and tensely, has passed—like most of the other days that have found the Cornhuskers the Sooners’ foemen.
The fevered anticipation of 25 thousand, the greatest gathering ever to park in the stands that flank this fall-time play yards, cooled quickly into nervous doubt, then despair, as the Nebraskans took charge of the afternoon’s exercises at the inaugural kickoff, scored two touchdowns in the first half, and then with a parade of second and third-call understudies, held Major Biff Jones’ never-quitting company of 14 helpless until time ran out.
Only One Chance
The tally, 14 to 0, doesn’t suggest that emphatic superiority of the Cornhuskers in this contest, the outcome of which left them alone unburdened by defeat of tie in the Big Six championship campaign.
The white-armored boys, who had believed so desperately that this was to be their year, had but a single chance, and this was not of their making.
Early in the second quarter, Harris Andrews fielded Bo Hewes punt on his 10-yard line, then fumbled it into the eager arms of Guard Fred Ball. Even the inspiration that such a break in fortune invariable generates, failed to produce the touchdown that, with the conversion of the extra point, would have deadlocked the reckoning.
Merrell Lone Threat
The boys in the red line stopped the charges and sprints on which Major Jones had counted so hopefully, and Day’s Captain Ken McGinnis intercepted Webber Merrell’s third-down pass.
Once or twice, during 30 minutes he played, this high-geared Master Merrell skirted the close-playing Scarlet ends for yardage that would have been important farther down the field. But never did his dashes carry him very far into the Nebraskans’ domain. In his hurrying, agile legs was the Sooners’ attack this day—and it was far, very far, from being enough.
Maybe, had there been more time, the Oklahomans’ anxious, frantic last-quarter aerial sortie might have laid a costly barrage into the enemy end zone, but had there been more time, Dana Bible doubtless would have ordered his mixture of second and third stringers from the field and shooed back the company that had scored twice before intermission.
Score in Seven Minutes
This was a contest that produced no climatic moment as far as the result was concerned. The result wasn’t in doubt after the first seven minutes. It took just that long for the Huskers to get themselves across half the length of the field and over the goal.
All the backs, Cardwell, Howell, Douglas and Francis, and End Les McDonald had a part in advancing the battle zone to the 25-yard line. End sweeps, plunges and reverses, particularly the latter, which sent the carrier through the tackles at a short angle, kept the home boys in reverse. Now and then a lateral would be tagged onto one of these maneuvers, and these usually netted an extra profit.
Hoss Gets Limp
From 25 yards out, Francis pitched to Cardwell on third down. The Wild Hoss waited in the end zone. Only this pestiferous Master Merrell tried to menace him. He did make Cardie leap up and to one side. But Cardie’s big upstretched hands froze onto the ball. Francis kicked goal.
Cardwell limped, so Little Man Andrews spelled him at the start of the second period. First Little Man half fumbled, half pushed the ball into Fred Ball’s hands to give the Sooners their lone, vain opportunity.
Then Little Man did his big stuff. Hewes kicked out of bounds 33 yards from Nebraska’s payoff chalk. On the first play Sam Francis, whose name is not Sam despite all you’ve been hearing these past three year, took the snapback from Charley Brock. He half whirled, fed the ball to Little Man, and Little Man whooshed through a gaping void on the right side of the Sooner line.
Howell Clears Way
A half dozen Sooner’s, including the secondary, turned and hurried in futile pursuit. Little Man skipped toward the defensive right side line. There waited Otis Rogers, who had replaced Hewes right after the latter had punted. Straight down the sideline charged Johnny Howell. The impact lifted Otis so that Johnny ran half under him.
Little Man cut obliquely from the sideline toward the goal. He crossed standing, right ahead of the uprights, 66 yards on a straightaway from the place he began, a good many more yards by the route he took.
Again the extra point was kicked by Sam Francis, who was christened Harrison Francis, and known by that name until he took part in a high school minstrel show. He has never been able to live down that venture into blackface fummakings.
Not once, but several times during the remainder of the second interval and throughout the third the Nebraskans worked their way toward a bigger margin. Penalties and fumbles ended the forays, sometimes when a touchdown was a matter of a few paces forward. They all but monopolized the ball.
The lineup was well peopled with understudies soon after the start of the last half. Once this revised combination ran and lateralled upfield from its 16-yard line to the Sooners’ eight. This 76-yard pushed foozled when the guy to whom Francis was supposed to toss a lateral on a fourth down play didn’t get to where he was supposed to be, and End Pete Smith captured the bobbing oval on his own 20.
Sophs See Passes
The last 15 minutes found all the starting eleven on the bench or in the showers, and Nebraska’s business handled chiefly by sophomores. Against these the Sooners boomed their air guns. Breeden, Beer and Hewes passed, and along with the ends, caught passes. They completed a good number against Dana Bible’s Little Sunshine class, but most of the completions were made on the thither side of midfield.
At no time did Dana Bible begin to fidget and slide and eye his sweat-shirted veterans. Maybe that was because there was so little time left.