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the best of us. I slipped over the
fence with the rest as they made
a dash for the team. Koener and
the coach were captured and carri-
ed round the field, followed by
the serpentine. Even in our tri-
umph I felt a thrill of admiration
for the California rooters, for,
as their defeated team left the
field, the very ground rocked
with the California yell.

It is now five years since we
have seen defeat. In 1903 it was
6-6; in 1904, 18-0, in '05, 12-5;
in '06, 6-3; and now in 1907, 21-
11. Rah, rah, rah rah Stanford!

In the evening we gave a show
in Assembly Hall, It is called
the college widower, and is a take