They crossed the Kansas cornlands and the badlands and the Rockies. Hauled by panting locomotives, they crossed the desert and crawled up into the Sierras. Then they dropped down to the ribbon of shore at the edge of the Pacific. There they rested—those football playing men of Missouri, in Los Angeles, City of the Angels, until Christmas Day, when they girded up their loins and went into a stadium to do holiday violence to the men of Southern California.
A great throng that had laid aside its Christmas presents to come and see the spectacle articulated its joy in a vast bellow....
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