A Muddy Victory at Madison Street

Plastered with mud and glory, the Blue and White has regained the right to float higher on the football field in token of victory. Spurred on by the shouts of hundreds of backers from his own stamping ground, the pliant little Capt. Sturtevant led his men upon Madison field yesterday afternoon to bury deep in its slime the record of a year before, when Tacoma's football pride was first humbled. The day could not have been a more disagreeable one. Just before play was called the clouds that had threatened all day began to drip, and throughout the game there was a steady rainfall. Underfoot, the field was a bed of black slime. Within five minutes after the game began, not a player but was thoroughly plastered from head to foot, with their features covered up as completely as a minstrel man's after an application of burnt cork. Occasionally one of the backs, carrying the ball, would go plunging down, face first, into the water. When the mass had disentangled and the bottom man staggered to his feet, a transformation had taken place. He had undergone an involuntary face wash, and his features, seemingly clean in comparison with their surroundings, peered out in a ghastly sort of way from a frame of mud that covered the rest of the head.