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and tackled. Even as he went down
our captain threw himself forward
and fell over the line. Then the
bleachers shook with the stamping
of sixteen hundred feet and the
roar of eight hundred voices.

"Stanford! Koener! Koener!
Stanford!" We held our breath as
the ball was brought out for the
kick, and as it sailed over the
bar the roar broke out again. Score
13-8 in our favor. Now California
went in with a dash. We were forced back.
A kick from the twenty
yard line made the score 13 to 11.
Then an end run, five scrums, a
rush, a pass and the score was
Stanford 18, California 11. Five
minutes more to play.