one o'clock
Violets blossomed or crimson chrysanthemums bloomed upon every coat and wrap , or hung pendant from the handle of cane and umbrella . The flags of Harwell and Yates , the white H and white Y , were everywhere . Shop windows were partisan to the blue , but held dashes of crimson as a sop to the demands of hospitality and welcome . At one o'clock the exodus from town began . Along the road that leads to the football field hurried the sellers of rush cushions and badges , of score cards and pencils , of blue and crimson flags and cheap canes , of peanuts and sandwiches , of soda water and sarsaparilla , bent upon securing advantageous stands about the entrance . A quarter of an hour later the spectators were on the way . The cars , filled in and out with shouting humanity , crept slowly along , a bare half block separating them .