The sign "No Admittance" was nailed to the entrance of Tate Field during that last tense week. Mike Cavendish went to work in grim earnest with his charges. Cavendish's scouts reported from Stateville, seat of Union State University, that Tate's rivals had a fast, well coached team that would outweigh Captain Trask's eleven an average of ten pounds to a man. Moreover, Union State that season had acquired a reputation for hard, rough tactics and, learning of the delicate condition of certain stars of the Red and White, were avowedly out to "get" them. Ordinarily Cavendish would have loved a rough-and-tumble match. But now he glanced at Crawford, in uniform but limping, and at his other injured key men and sighed.
He scrimmaged his varsity team with the scrubs Tuesday, with Crawford calling signals for the first eleven and Tichenor for the second. There was a lighter scrimmage on Wednesday afternoon and one of only ten minutes on Thursday. But the latter mêlée was just two minutes too long. Tichenor, carrying the ball on a short plunge through tackle, was downed hard and came up with a
