1925 clipping from,
A Documentary Scrapbook of Football in Frankford,
original source publication not identified.

Frankford Tumbles New Britain Before Large Crowd , 7-0

CLARK CRAIG, HORNET END, TURNS TRICK IN LAST PERIOD; CAPTAIN BEHMAN SCORES TOUCHDOWN AND YELLOWJACKETS BEAT ALL-NEW BRITAIN TEAM, 7 to 0

They do Lady Luck wrong who say she comes no more. The boon maiden, a demon for punishment, yesterday afternoon rapped five times at the Frankford Yellow Jackets' door in vain. The sixth time her knock was answered and the Hornets assumed a victorious pose over the All-New Britain eleven 7-0 at Yellow Jacket Stadium.

Fifteen thousand peopled the wooden saucer -- that is, the hive of the Hornets -- [and] saw their favorites repulsed time after time when it seemed that the score was imminent, and enter the last period in a scoreless stalemate with the New England champions.

Indeed, the spectators were chanting the timely dirge: "Oh, Hornets, where is thy sting?" and when Conners dropped back on the 10-yard line to kick as the last period started with the home team having failed to take advantage of the scoring chances five times before, no one felt that this was the turning point of the game, the end break of the afternoon.

Conners, a mighty and valorous performer, had been booting them in splendid fashion prior to this moment, and another long, swirling punt was expected.

Clark Craig, ex-Penn end, coach of the Red and Blue freshmen eleven this year, was in like a streak, and as Conners crashed his boot against the leather, leaped high in the air and arrested the cowhide in its flight.

To earth the oval thudded, for a second that seemed like a year the sphere rested on the muddy sod, then Captain Behman, who had won many a game for the Yellow Jackets this year by his splendid reliable placement kicking, darted in and scooped up the ball as it lay. To the goal line ten yards away darted Rus, the versatile Behman, who, not having a chance to win the game via the placement kicking route, crowned the home colors with victory by his alertness, dashing across the goal line with only slight resistance from the embattled foe.

The former Dickinson star the stepped back and booted a pretty placement goal, scoring the only seven points of the game, the last points of the fray. Thereafter desperate attempts by New Britain to break into the scoring columns rendered futile, the visitors' forwards were dashed to earth and Frankford had won her first game in the last three starts. This was not a National League engagement.

To say who was the outstanding player of the melee is no part of a pudgy assignment. Of course, there was Behman, who endeared himself to the hearts of Frankford ensemble... [Remainder of this article is unavailable.]