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Hurrah. All the pretty girls stood in the second story windows and waved cardinal handkerchiefs at us as we wenty by. I tell you, we were veritably in it. And we knew it too. We yelled all the way out. It was either the College yell are three cheers for the Cardinal. Then we would all say in chorus, "What's the matter with Stanford, she's all right, you bet every time--who's all right, Stanford!!!"

The occasionally when we met a wagon load of Berleleyites blazing the blue and gold, we would burst forth with the following poetic rhythm---"Hah, hah, hah---hopo, hoo, hoo---U.C. Berkeley in the soup." Whe we got to the grounds, there were about ten thousan people seated in the grand stand. One side was reserved for Stanford retainers, the other for Berkeley. Consequently one side was one mass of cardinal and the other of blue and gold. Young ladies wore dresses of those respective colors. Indeed, the fair sex was just as enthusiastic and even more so. More gaily decked coaches, tallyhos, wagonettes, etc. came in and lined up where the occupants could see. When time for the game was called, there must have been about 15,000 specutators. Well, I will not dwell on the game, but merely say that Stanford had the advantage from the first, and kept it until the end of the 1st half when the score was 6 to 0 in our favor. Well, we were simply frantic. We jumped up and down in frenzied joy. Some would be standing on the seat of a carriage and get so excited that he would fall out. I fell down myself in the bottom of our equipage and got up again only to have the same thing happen. I did not know what I was doing half the time. Well, at the end of the 1st half, both teams rested and refreshed themselves for 15 minutes. At the end of that time the referee blew his whistle and these modern gladiators lined up again in the field. Berkeley had the ball and followed up her advantage to good account scoring a touchdown in a few minutes. That made it 6 - 4 still in our favor. Then we made a touchdown makiing it 10 - 4. This was the most exciting part of the game. The U.C. men were greatly discourged, and had well nigh given up all hopes of their team winning. They refused to put up any more bets. Before the game they bet $10 to $6 on their team. But now the superior weight of Berkeley commenced to tell, and our side was gradually forced back with the ball and after a violent struggle lost another touchdown making it 10 - 10. They had hardly commenced play again when the referee blue(!) his whistle. Time was up. Berkeleyites went wild with joy. They were glad they had not lost. They would put their money back again in their pockets for another time. On the other hand our side was glad not to have lost and that it still held the championship, to be contested for again next year. We drove back yelling justas louldly as we came and when we put up at the Palace again we had no voices left. In the evening everybody went to the theater. It was not a lively theater party though. They play was poor and the boys could not holler any more. We all returned to Palo Alto next day feeling that we had had as big a time as we could possibly have and longing for next year to come so that we could have the same thing over again. Well, this is about all I have to tell you. I will probably have some more when I go up to