Into Champaign, Ill., thousands of football enthusiasts were pouringon trains, on motor cars, on trolleys, on legs. Illinois' silver and gold, Michigan's maize and azure were everywhere. The two universities were going to play. "Red" Grange was going to play. Huzzahs and jeers.
Noontime and the game some two hours away. "Where do we eat?" Eating places in Champaign are few. Some are mere "greasy spoons." No matter, men must eat. Every place was crammed with yammering students. Sweaty waitresses, coughing waiters sloshed their soup bowls down in the few table...
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