The Limp-ones are once again limping painfully after the crushing defeat administered by the pride of college journalism. The Ha-ha-we-made-a-joke liquor dealers were never in it; not one of them saw third base, but we are not able to say whether this was because of the effective way in which that haven was covered, or because the runners were laughing so mightily at their own witticisms that their upper lips obscured the view. Be that as it may, the Limpies in one huge effort to redeem their past disgraces, played ten men to the opposing nine, but even this further proof of unscrupulousness was unavailing against the masterly handling of the spheroid and stick upon the part of the news-disseminators, the latter winning, 8 to 6.
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Last 1910 Smoker in Union at 9
