Mississippi got the ball and boom! it scored in four plays, Louis Guy going over from the 15. The crowd whooped, the band swung into Dixie again and Ross Barnett stood up and waved his hat. Incredibly, Mississippi scored again four seconds later when Charlie Grelier of Chattanooga took the kickoff on his one-yard line and stepped back into the end zone to down the ball. The safety made it 9-0. Chattanooga had to punt from its 20, and in four more plays the score became 16-0. Again the band swung into Dixie and Ross Barnett stood up and waved his hat.
Only five minutes of the game had been played, and already Chattanooga was hopelessly out of it. Early in the second period Mississippi made it 23-0 when Griffing threw a 32-yard pass. The band swung into Dixie but this time Ross Barnett remained seated, worn out from earlier efforts.
It was just after Mississippi's fourth touchdown, which made the score 30-0, that Chattanooga's moment arrived. On consecutive plays following the kickoff, Eisaman completed passes to the Mississippi 35-and 17-yard lines. Suddenly Mississippi, which had allowed only three touchdowns in six games, was in jeopardy of allowing a fourth. Frantically, Coach Johnny Vaught rushed his first team back into the game, but before it could get organized, Eisaman completed his third straight pass to the six-yard line. From the stands the Mississippi crowd pleaded with the team to hold that line.
A first-down pass was incomplete and so was a second. On third down Eisaman threw to End Charlie Lingerfelt in the end zone, but just as Lingerfelt was about to catch the ball he was hit hard by two Mississippi defenders. Eisaman stared hard at the referee, but no penalty was called.
Now there was only one chance left. Eisaman took the ball, rolled out to his right, barely escaped a rushing lineman and threw the ball hard. Jim Bradshaw, who had gone down and button-hooked just over the goal line, caught the ball in his stomach and sat down. A ghastly silence fell over the field. On the sidelines several Mississippi players banged their helmets on the ground. Johnny Vaught hung his head. Chattanooga had scored.
It didn't really matter after that. Mississippi, roaring like a wounded lion, scored 22 more points, but Chattanooga didn't care. It had scored its touchdown and it was happy. When the game was over, the team dressed quickly and climbed aboard the bus for home. This time the ride wouldn't seem so long. And when they got home, maybe someone would be there to cheer.