- Friday, February 9 1917 -
Tennessee - 23 (Head Coach: John Bender)
Player | FG | FT | FTA | Pts |
---|---|---|---|---|
C.A. "Lum" Reeder | 1 | 7 | 9 | 9 |
Glenmore Garratt | 5 | 0 | 0 | 10 |
W. Perry Davidson | 2 | 0 | 0 | 4 |
Lloyd Wolfe | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Joseph Jacobs | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Totals | 8 | 7 | 9 | 23 |
Kentucky - 20 (Head Coach: William P. Tuttle) - [Final Rank ]
Player | FG | FT | FTA | Pts |
---|---|---|---|---|
Lawrence Longsworth | 2 | 0 | 0 | 4 |
Robert Ireland | 1 | 0 | 0 | 2 |
Alvin Thompson | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Doc Rodes | 2 | 0 | 0 | 4 |
Charles Schrader | 2 | 2 | 5 | 6 |
Pat Campbell | 2 | 0 | 0 | 4 |
Totals | 9 | 2 | 5 | 20 |
Prior Game | | | Next Game |
Rose Polytechnic 33 - 12 | | | Tennessee 19 - 22 |
TENNESSEE WINS FROM FIGHTING WILDCATS
Fight Loses to Form in Hard Scrimmage at U. of K. Gym
Fierce fighting failed in its furious encounter with fine form last night. The Wildcats went down, beaten by the narrow score of 23 to 20, but they outfought the Tennesseans.
The desperate Desmonds of the Dark and Bloody Ground ranted and ran like wildmen and shrieks and shouts unholy nearly uncorked the top piece of the gymnasium a the University. The crowd, seeing things going wrong, gave that wicked sounding methodical scream "Fight, Kentucky!" and Kentucky did.
But the bird of time got to fluttering like it was trying to break the records for fleet aviation and the time was up too quick. Only, one more minute sighed the Wildcat fanatics. It is the old, old wail.
Some of this greased lightning stuff was jerked loose in the first few minutes and that made the Tennesseans' hearts beat with a dull sickening thud. Rodes was at his best, or more expressive, his worst. He interpreted "Roughing It De Luxe" to the delight of the crowd.
Those Tennesseans must think "Doc" fell from the sky or escaped one night from the other direction after the way he kicked out their window lights on Thanksgiving and then his performance last night. He and Shrader showed up Jacobs and Wolfe like a Derby candidate does a selling plater. They were everywhere and not enough football in the game to get the floor well swept for tomorrow's game between the same two teams.
Kentucky presented easily her best line-up of the year. Alvin Thompson who looked like he was going to put up the same kind of a smashing game that Rodes and Shrader were started out but got winded soon. He put up a classy article of pugilism until he retired in favor of "Pug" Longsworth, the famed Patrick Campbell taking the place of "Pug" at forward.
Ireland is Good
Captain Ireland cut loose a couple of remarkable shots and played the field in first class shape.
To return to "Doc." He threw two goals, one in the first half and one in the second and they beat anything ever seen in these parts from the standpoint of sensation. He dribbled, slammed, dodged and hopped down the floor with the ball looking like it was going to bound away from him every minute, and shot a-running. His field play was accountable for many of Kentucky's points. Pouting, and displaying his graceful awkwardness, as usual, "Doc" the wonderful, was right there all the time.
Garrett, who shares with Longsworth the honor of being of the "Pug" style of facial expression, showed up a a wonder for Tennessee. In the first half he hopped in when the Wildcats looked like they had caught Tennessee off guard and rushed them off their feet, and made five field goals by his lonesome. He easily outdid Reeder, the much-touted rambling forward of the Tennesseans. Reeder plays a peculiar kind of a game. He hangs over on the wrong side of the center circle until the plays start and then shoots like a mad dog down the floor and into the thickest. It must be a great way to play the place but last night's performance didn't prove it to anybody.
Reeder Good On Floor
But Reeder is a marvelous floor man, as is Davidson, the high and lifted up center, and Garrett. They work together like a squad of Zouaves and have the best form of any trio ever seen in these parts.
The team work of the Tennesseans and their exceptional floor playing is what told the lamentable tale.