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Nile Kinnick correspondence, March-October 1943

1943: Front

State Finals
High above the western prairie
A pale moon gave cheerless light.
From out the North a chilling wind
Blustered headlong through the night
In massive outline 'gainst the sky,
Proud fortress of strongly muscled men,
Square and solid stood the Coliseum, Where champions contest their regimen.
Within its sturdy walls of brick, 
Secure from wind and nasty element,
The eager crowd filled every seat,
Impatient for the finals, betting every cent.
The court shone clean beneath the lights 
As the teams began to take the floor
Lincoln first, then Benson's green and white,
Brought from the stands a tremendous roar.
From opening whistle to final gun
The game was fast and furiously fought.
Every man gave all that he had,
No quarter given and none was sought.
It was basket for basket most of the time,
The tension was awful, terrific the pace.
We lost out in the end it is true
But next to first, second is best place.

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State Finals High above the western prairie A pale moon gave cheerless light. From out the North a chilling wind Blustered headlong through the night In massive outline 'gainst the sky, Proud fortress of strongly muscled men, Square and solid stood the Coliseum, Where champions contest their regimen. Within its sturdy walls of brick, Secure from wind and nasty element, The eager crowd filled every seat, Impatient for the finals, betting every cent. The court shone clean beneath the lights As the teams began to take the floor Lincoln first, then Benson's green and white, Brought from the stands a tremendous roar. From opening whistle to final gun The game was fast and furiously fought. Every man gave all that he had, No quarter given and none was sought. It was basket for basket most of the time, The tension was awful, terrific the pace. We lost out in the end it is true But next to first, second is best place.