On the sidelines Michigan Coach Oosterbaan shuffled through the strawcovered mud in front of his bench like a man looking for a needle in a haystack. As an All-America end at Michigan back in the '20s, Oosterbaan three times starred in victories over Ohio State, but last Saturday there wasn't much he could do.
Early in the second quarter Ohio State started to roll. Led by the thrusts of Cassady, State moved 70 yards to the Michigan seven. When the attack stalled, Hayes grabbed Reserve End Fred Kriss and sent him in. Kriss flexed his leg twice and kicked a field goal that glanced off the upright and went through to put his team ahead 3-0.
Late in the third quarter Ohio State got up steam again, rolled 52 yards and scored the game's first touchdown 51 seconds after the start of the fourth period. Cassady was airborne as he crossed the goal line on a dive play from the two. The kick was wide.
NO MICHIGAN MAGIC THIS DAY
Behind 9-0, Michigan started to pass. Against Iowa, Quarterback Jim Maddock threw two touchdown passes in the last quarter to lead Michigan to victory, but he couldn't fool the alert Buckeyes. Ohio State intercepted one of his passes and turned another into a safety when he desperately threw from behind his goal line to Halfback Terry Barr who was tackled in the end zone.
The safety raised the score to 11-0 and finished Michigan completely. Kicking off from the 20 after the safety, Michigan End Ron Kramer tried an on-side kick, but the ball rolled only a yard and Ohio State took over again on Michigan's 21. Up until this point the two teams had played rugged but right football.
But the last two minutes were marred by a series of penalties against both teams. Out of this confusion Ohio State got another touchdown, scored by Fullback Don Vicic, that made the final score 17-0. And Michigan got past the 50 for the first time all afternoon.
The game ended in wide confusion. A hardy band of Ohio State students swept out of the stands and somehow managed to uproot one set of metal goal posts. Triumphantly they carried the goal posts off the field intact since no one had the foresight to bring along an acetylene torch. Up in the stands the interlopers from Michigan State pounded each other on the back. "Smell 'em?" cried one, standing on tiptoe and sniffing the cold November wind. "Smell 'em? Smell those roses?"