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The label of the plebe clung
to Midshipman Coley Sprague,
until the shock of combat on
the gridiron put him wise to
his own worth as a Navy Man!
by R O G E R
FULLER
MISTER IfUMBJOHN
a football novelet
CH A PTER I who walks through the gates in the high
brick and stucco wall that separates the
First Game
Academy from the rest o f Crabtown-
O LEY SPRAGUE was probably the on-the-Chesapeake. During his first
MISTER DUMBJOHN
close and smashed two hard punches to is the winner on a technical knockott.
Coley’s middle. Sprague gasped. Those Now everybody hit for home before scm>
punches hurt. watchman sticks his big nose into thi
He tried to dance away from Benedict little affair. Dumbjohn Sprague, you’c
crowding him. In desperation, Coley better report to the sick bay with that
flailed with the left again and felt a hand.”
thrill as his knuckles landed. Arch was “ But what’s he going to tell ’em?” one
in again, pounding away at Coley’s mid of Benedict’s seconds asked. “ They’ll
section. It was easy to see that Arch want to know how he cracked his
had done a lot of boxing. Even in that knuckles.”
semi-darkness he handled himself with a “ Tell ’em you fell out of bed, Dumb
confidence that told Coley that any hopes john,” Allen said. “ And now shake hands
he might have had of winning this fight with Dumbjohn Benedict.”
were ridiculous. Unthinkingly, Coley thrust out the
Still he stayed in there, giving the best right hand he had banged against the
he had, even if that best was almost piti wall and Benedict grasped it. Later,
fully lacking. Arch Benedict hit him Coley tried to convice himself that Arch
half a dozen times for every blow that had not known that the proferred hand
Coley managed to land and Sprague’s was the injured member; he tried to
punches packed none of the power that make himself think that if Benedict had
Benedict’s did. During the first part of known that he wouldn’t have twisted
the fight, Arch had worked on Coley’s that puffed hand in so rugged a clasp.
midsection. Now, with the lanky boy’s As it was, Coley came very close to faint
breath coming in sobbing gasps, the ing with the pain of that handshake.
heavier man raised the level of his Again a groan came from between his
punches and went to work on Sprague’s teeth and Arch Benedict laughed.
face. When Coley awkwardly raised his “ Did he hurt his handsy?” Benedict
guard, Benedict sank a couple of punches asked, with a sneer. “ And just when I
wrist-deep in Sprague’s middle. When was beginning to enjoy myself, too.”
Coley dropped his guard, Benedict “ That’ll do,” one of Benedict’s seconds
smashed home some blows to Sprague’s said, sharply. “ The purpose of this fight
chin. was to get rid of all hard feelings. He
The end was not too long in coming, did the best he could, Dumbjohn, even
and Coley unwittingly forced the con though he was over-matched. Now get
clusion. He had been backed up against to your bunks, Dumbjohns, and every
the brick wall of Dahlgren Hall and now, body connected with this little affair
as he tried to break out into the open, he keeps his mouth shut.”
half pushed, half wrestled Arch Bene
dict around until his tormentor was
against the wall. Then Coley levelled a CHAPTER III
long, looping right. His knuckles missed
W hai'f in a N am e?
Benedict but they didn’t miss the wall.
There was a crack, a sickening wave of
pain and, despite himself, Coley was OMEBODY, however, forgot that
forced to clutch his damaged hand.
“ Hold it!” somebody ordered, in a low
S final admonition and it was not Coley
Sprague. When he went to the sick bay,
voice. "I think our Dumbjohn has broken he insisted stubbornly that his damaged
his hand.” hand and the other marks that showed
Benedict drew away as Coley doubled on his face were the results of a fall from
over the hand that screamed with pain, his bed during a nightmare. The sharp-
tears welling in his eyes. Somebody, eyed medical officer who attended Coley
Allen or Thurston, gripped the swelling knew that Sprague's explanation was
hand and felt the knuckles with fingers ridiculous. He could have pursued his
that sent spikes of agony shooting up investigation further but perhaps he re
Coley’s wrist and arm, almost to the el membered his own midshipman days. It
bow. A groan forced its way past his might even have been that he had been
clenched teeth. involved in a battle behind Dahlgren
“ Uh-huh,” the midshipman said. “ This Hall himself when he was a Dumbjohn
Dumbjohn has got a cracked flipper. like Coley. At any rate, the medical
This fight is over. Dumbjohn Benedict officer solemnly entered Coley’s explana-
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tun in his records. dizzy falling-out-of-bed story. Say the
“ I shudder to think of what’s going to word and I’ll spread the real yarn for
iappen to you when you’re at sea and you.”
.leeping in a hammock, Mister Sprague,” “ Uh-uh,” Coley said, quickly. “ This
the officer said, tongue in cheek, “ if you will all blow over, in time, and I
can bang yourself up like this in a fall wouldn’t want those upper classmen to
from a bunk that can’t be over two feet think I was a flap-lip, even if Arch Bene
from the deck.” dict is.”
“ Yes, sir,” Coley Sprague said. But it didn’t die down. Somebody,
“ And take it easy with that hand for probably Arch Benedict, saw to that.
awhile,” the officer continued. “ It’s not The handsome, heavy-set plebe seemed
too bad a crack, but it might give you to take great delight in throwing that
some trouble if you don't take care of it.” broken hand up to Coley, reminding the
And there went Coley Sprague’s plebe other plebes that Dumbjohn Sprague was
football days out the window. The three- perhaps the only man in the history of
striper who coached the plebe team re the Naval Academy who had tangled
ceived Coley’s report with an exas with a nightmare and had come out with
perated grimace. a set of cracked knuckles.
"I have one man,” he said, “ who seems And there seemed to be nothing that
to know something about the rudiments Coley could do about it, either. Another
of football, at least, and what happens to fight with Benedict would prove noth
him? He— falls—out—of—bed—and— ing, except that Benedict still was a bet
breaks— his— hand! My sainted aunt!” ter man with his fists. And even if he did
The story went around the Academy, break his silence and explain that he had
of how Coley Sprague, the tall, gawky broken his hand by a wild swing at Arch,
plebe, had broken his hand in a fall out a swing that had missed its target and hit
of his bunk. Coley might have suspected a brick wall, he still would be cast in the
that Arch Benedict had something to do role of a stupid dumbjohn who couldn’ t
with the spreading of that tale, but there land his punches where he was aiming.
was no proof. He tried to answer the No, it was just a question of gritting his
sly remarks of his classmates with a grin, teeth and trying to keep his grin intact,
but the doing came hard, especially when while the other plebes snickered and
Arch Benedict’s words came back to him, Arch Benedict thought up new cracks to
by devious channels. mumble, sotto voce, at every opportu
“ That guy Sprague,” Arch Benedict nity.
was quoted as saying, “ really is a Dumb- “ One thing, anyway," he said to Dur
john. Can you imagine a man being ham one night, “ this is sure giving me a
such a bucket that he fouls himself up workout in keeping my temper, and
over a bad dream?” that’s supposed to be one of the qualities
Now at the Naval Academy, the term a good officer needs.”
“bucket” is just one degree less hated “ Huh,” Durham grunted, “ I can just
than “ dumbjohn.” To apply both terms see Halsey or Nimitz or Farragut or
in the same statement, as Benedict was John Paul Jones taking all that abuse
reported doing, was larding on the ridi and keeping their tempers!”
cule in heavy doses.
“ Why don’t you tell people what really HE plebe football season dragged on
happened?” Bull Durham asked. "The
way Benedict’s telling the yarn makes
Ttietotoa show
dismal finale with no wins and one
for the year. The big team
you look like a dope.” didn’t fare much better that season.
“ Those first-classmen told me to keep After winning the opener against W il
my mouth shut,” Coley explained. “ If liam and Mary, the Navy Blue and Gold
the word got around that there was a dropped every other contest, usually by
fight, the brass might start asking ques a one-point margin. On two occasions,
tions and somebody would be bound to Navy’s opposition scored in the last min
get in a jam.” ute of play to take the lead away from
“ Well, Benedict’s not keeping his Annapolis. On still a third Saturday
mouth shut,” Durham protested. “ That afternoon a Navy back, running over the
guy really has got it in for you, Coley, goal line just before the final gun with
it would be only fair for you to drop a the winning score, dropped the pigskin
word here and there to knock down that and saw it recovered bv the other side.
MISTER DUMBJOHN 21
It was a dreary season and the Four-N He was “ anchor man,” the lowest in his
cheers that rolled out at Baltimore’s class, from almost the first exam and no
Municipal Stadium, Franklin Field and amount of desk duty seemed able to get
the other places where Navy played that him out of that post. Another, less in
year were more often defiantly brave articulate midshipman would have found
than joyously elated. some answer to Benedict’s jeers, as the
Even Bill, the Navy goat, seemed to weeks passed into months, but not
droop his horns toward the end of that Sprague.
disastrous year. But he did know hoW to play football.
Coley’s damaged hand was finally de He demonstrated that fact when spring
clared mended in time for spring train training started and the way he handled
ing, although it had barred Sprague from himself during those warm days brought
trying out for the plebe basketball team. a ray of hope to the eyes of a coaching
He had hoped that with Christmas leave, staff that was doing its best to forget the
the mid-year exams and other activities previous season. The head coach’s eyes
of the winter his class-mates would find were thoughtful the afternoon he saw
themselves too busy to remember the Sprague race down a broken field, elud
story about the fall out of bed, but his ing half a dozen tacklers with an ease
hopes were not realized. He discovered that belied his awkward gallop.
that when he reported for spring train “ Far be it from me to make predic
ing, to meet Arch Benedict on the prac tions,” the coach told a sports writer
tice field and hear Benedict’s taunt: when the spring training season was
“Here’s Mister Dumbjohn, gentlemen. nearing its close, “ but I think we ought
Everybody can relax now. Dumbjohn to do better this year than we did last,
Sprague will win for Navy—if he doesn’t with a couple of breaks. W e’ve got a
have another nightmare.” couple of plebes who will be youngsters
It was doubtful that anybody besides next Fall—Benedict, Sprague and Carl- >
Arch Benedict could have gotten away ing, to name a few—who should play a »
with this persistent heckling, could have lot of football for Navy, barring acci- [
kept up his eternal rehashing of a gag dents and bilging out.” »
that ordinarily would have gone stale by Bilging out was a constant threat, in ;
that time. But Arch Benedict had made Coley’s case. Every exam that came up |
himself a big figure in his class. He had brought with it the terror o f missing
wrestled for Navy and had been un that all-important 2.5 mark and the pow- j
beaten that winter. He had shone in the ers-that-be at Annapolis always have V
classrooms; he had proved himself a na been renowned for their complete dis- \
tural-born seaman afloat. interest in whether a man who bilged \
I f there were some who suspected him was a football star or not.
of being an “ admiral’s mate”—a swelled- It had long been a subject o f consider
head—they had to agree that Benedict able mourning among Navy coaches that
didn’t carry his egotism over the line in the matter of appointments to the
that would have brohght down the heavy Academy or in blinking at a paper that
hand o f the upperclassmen. And there just barely missed the passing mark, the
were few plebes who would not admit Navy held not a single brief for a grid-1
that as a Bancroft Hall politician, Bene iron great. Indeed, Annapolis coaches
dict had few equals at Annapolis. had been known to wail that the Acad
Coley Sprague, on the other hand, emy faculty seemed to take special relish
seemed cut out to be the butt of jokes in busting out men who might not be any
from the start. His appearance'was any great shakes at calculus, but could tote a
thing but prepossessing, as has been football in the right direction. And as
noted, and he always found the going for a coach to make a plea for special
hard-t-in the classroom, aboard ship, on consideration of one of his charges— if
the drill field. If any man in Coley’s a coach tried that once, he never dupli
battalion was to mistake left for right on cated the experience.
a flanking movement, that man was al So the Annapolis head coach probably
most sure to be Coley. I f a sudden gust kept his fingers crossed when Coley
of wind was to swing a boom without Sprague sailed with the other members
warning and brush a man overboard, it of his class on the cruise that marked his
would be Coley Sprague who made the first days as a youngster. He might have
splash. watched the cruisers clearing Annapolis
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Roads on that misty June dawn and nine handwriting, but the little room
breathed a prayer that Coley, the best mate never mentioned the fact to any
backfield prospect he had seen in too body. When the girl’s picture appeared
long a time, would not fall overboard in on Coley’s desk, however, Durham
some Norwegian fjord nor yet wreck the yielded to his curiosity.
ship that carried him during his spell on “ Sister?” he asked, although he must
the bridge. have wondered how so homely a man as
The coach knew something about Mister Dumbjohn could have such a
Coley’s history; he knew the tall, angu lovely sister.
lar boy still carried the title of Mister “ Uh-uh,” Coley said, and his face grew
Dumbjohn for all his graduation from pink. “Just a girl I know back home.”
the plebe class; he knew that his next- “ Ah-hah!” Durham crowed. “ Ro
best backfield prospect, Arch Benedict, mance!”
seemed to carry a special grudge against If possible, Coley’s face grew pinker.
Sprague, and he knew that Coley had “ Naw,” he said. “ Just a friend. What
done about everything wrong that he girl would think twice about a romance
could, and still stay at Annapolis. Little with a dumbjohn like me?”
wonder, then, that he might have prayed Little Bull Durham looked across the
to his pigskin gods that Coley Sprague room at his “w ife” and tried to wreathe
would find himself somehow, take a his baby-faced features in a ferocious
brace, and remain at the Academy at scowl.
least long enough to win a few games for “ Some day,” he said, darkly, “ you’re
the Blue and Gold. gonna stop thinkin’ o f yourself as a
Coley returned with the others, still dumbjohn and look at yourself for what
a member of his class in good stand you really are—-one o f the best football
ing— or at least as good standing as he men this place has ever seen. Some day
ever had enjoyed. O f course there had you’re going to push Mister Arch Bene
been a few incidents during the cruise dict’s wisecracks down his throat. You’re
that had enhanced his position as Mister letting that guy get the Indian sign on
Dumbjohn. you, Coley.”
The enlisted men aboard his ship, Sprague shrugged his angular shoul
never backward in trying to make a ders.
youngster midshipman look silly, had A “ No use kidding myself,” he mumbled.
seized on Sprague as the natural target “ I might as well admit I am a dumb
for their skulduggery. They had Coley john, and always will be, I guess. All
scurrying about on useless errands— Esther—that’s the girl in the picture
“sandpapering the anchor,” to use Navy there—had to do was take one look at me
parlance—and a couple of their stunts and she could see I’m no savoir, nor a
brought Sprague dangerously close to ratey one, either. Just a dumbjohn,
being called before the mast. How he that’s me.”
weathered the cruise without landing in Durham snorted in disgust.
the brig on several occasions was a mys “ Get out the tear bucket,” he said,
tery to his shipmates, but weather it he “you’re breaking my heart.”
did and took his Sep leave—the thirty- With the football practice season on
day September leave given midshipmen again, Coley found his struggle to keep
at the end of their training cruise—with up to that 2.5 mark going that much
the best of them. harder. At the close o f his last class for
the day, and when other possible bilgers
like himself hied them off for desk duty
CH APTER IV over their books, Coley had to climb into
Dumbjohn Repeats*I his football uniform and go through his
paces on the training field. Then, after
chow, when he should have been apply
IF COLEY SPRAGUE was a changed ing himself to his books with doubled
I man when he returned to Annapolis, effort, to make up for the afternoon time
practically nobody seemed to notice it. he had missed, he found his eyes grow- -
His “wife,” Durham, might have thought ing heavy, the printed words on the
it odd that Coley was writing home pages in front of him swimming in mad
nearly every night and getting an un dening patterns. The average football
usual amount of mail addressed in femi man at Annapolis had to sweat out his
MISTER DUMBJOHN 23
studies the hard way during the season. and a light line consisting of five young
Some fortunate few, like Arch Benedict, sters, a third year man and a fourth year
could assimilate their lessons with ease. man, the great center, Dick Stotten.
Besides being naturally brilliant, Bene The relegation of such backfield men
dict had gone to a preparatory school as Minosicci, Kendall and Forrester—
that pointed its graduates straight at the the previous year’s luminaries—to the
Naval Academy. Coley had not been so B-team had brought a flood of conjecture
lucky. His high school had enjoyed a and condemnation in the public prints.
high scholastic standing but his A.B. True, the papers said, the old backfield
course had not put the emphasis on math of Ward, Minosicci, Forrester and Ken
and engineering that schools such as dall had lost all but one of their games
Arch had attended did. the previous season, but was the Navy
He plugged along, getting his share coach wise in entrusting the fortunes of
of swabos—zeroes—and a minimum of the Blue and Gold to a youngster back-
gouges—successful exams. He was on field and an untried line?
the danger list early that Fall and there “ Granted that Benedict seems to be
was none besides Bull Durham who above par, off his record as a plebe,” said
knew the amount of mental perspiration one Baltimore columnist, “ it’s hard to
Coley put into his studies in off hours— see why the Coach is banking on
often by the light of a hand torch held Sprague, who was sidelined by injuries
under the blankets after lights-out—to last year as a plebe, and on Carling, an
escape a bilge. other last year’s plebe who, it will be re
“ You’re killing yourself, mate,” Dur membered, didn’t show any stuff that
ham said, one morning when a haggard, helped that painful one tie—no wins rec
shadow-eyed Coley staggered from his ord to any great extent. Added to that,
bunk. “ It’s not worth it. Give up foot is the persistent word that at least two
ball, why don’t you?” members of the new backfield are en
“ And prove to everybody I’m a dumb- gaged in some kind of feud which, if
john for sure?” Coley asked, bitterly. true, certainly should not make for team
“ Besides, Esther is coming down here work.”
for one o f the games and I’ve got to be The rumored feud definitely was true,
in the lineup.” at least as far as Benedict was con
“ Just a friend, huh?” Durham asked, cerned. The handsome, blunt-bodied
with a leer. “ Sounds more like romance Benedict had not relaxed his heckling of
to me.” Coley by a particle during the training
“ W ell—well, maybe it is sort of a one period.
sided romance,” Coley admitted. “ I It was: “ Mister Dumbjohn through
mean, I think she’s something pretty tackle” and “ Number Ninety, Carling to
swell and she—well, I’m the only guy in Dumbjohn,” all during those practice
my home town who ever went to the sessions, in a low voice the coach could
Academy and that makes a difference, I not overhear. It was the veteran member
guess. Probably if I wasn’t in uniform, of the backfield, Tommy Ellis, who
she’d never look at me twice.” finally spoke up-
“ But if you can make a couple of long “ Listen, Benedict,” Ellis said, “ let’s
runs in some game she’s watching, she cut out the Dumbjohn business, what do
might think you’re something pretty you say?”
swell yourself, huh?” “ Okay,” Arch said, with a grin. “ Let’s
“ That’s about it,” Coley confessed. try Number Fourteen, Ellis around Dee-
Jay’s side.”
A V Y opened against an always dan
N gerous Penn State that year, at An
napolis. The relatively small stands be
Now, after the preliminary warm-up,
and while Dick Stotten was in midfield,
watching the referee spin a coin for the
side College Creek were jammed to over kick-off positions, Coley strapped on his
flowing long before game time and the yellow helmet and listened to the coach’s
traffic snarls extended up the Ritchie instructions.
Highway almost to Glenburnie. Navy, “ They’ve got a heavy club,” the coach
to quote the sports columnists, was an said, “ and that means we’ve got to use
unknown quantity that year, with a the air more than the ground, at the
starting backfield made up of three start. Take chances, Benedict, with your
youngsters and a fourth year veteran, pass plays and try Sprague on some end
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sweeps if you’re close to the wall. Maybe score.
that heavy Penn State line can’t move It was, Coley admitted inwardly, one
very fast. And use a seven-man defense heck of a way to begin his playing days
line on their third downs if they’re any as a starting back on the big Navy team.
where close to a first down.” In itself, a missed tackle was regrettable
“ Sure, Coach,” Arch Benedict said. but not unforgivable. The best man
“ Only thing is, if Dumbjohn Sprague who ever put on a helmet and shoulder
intercepts a pass, like he did last year, pads missed a tackle once in awhile. It
against Virginia, who’s going to steer could be called a natural result of trying
him in the right direction?” too hard, in the first play of the first
' “ Never mind that,” the coach said, game of the season. But Arch Benedict,
sharply. “ Get out there and play me Coley suspected, wouldn’t let that
some football!” missed tackle pass without some kind of
Coley trotted out with the others, re- comment.
. sentment burning within him. Benedict,
he told himself, had forgotten to say that N T H A T , Sprague was all too right.
he, Coley, had set up the only score that
had been made against the Virginia Jay-
Ifensive
As the Navy team jogged into its de
position, Coley could hear Arch
vees that afternoon that he had run the saying:
wrong way. Benedict forgot a lot of “ I thought for a minute Mister Dumb
things when he was ribbing Dumbjohn john was falling out of bed again and
Coley Sprague. busting his hand. You’ve got to admit
Penn State had won the toss and had Mister Dumbjohn certainly looked
elected to receive, with Navy defend sound asleep on that play.”
ing the north goal. The kick-off was a Mister Dumbjohn, Mister Dumbjohn!
low, twisting ball that carried to the Coley, gritting his teeth, wondered if
Penn State seven, where it was taken by that despised name ever would leave
the Penn State star, Horvicky. The big, him; if he ever would stop giving Arch
rangy visitor waited for some solid in Benedict cause to throw that hated epi
terference to form and then started up thet at him. The thing was one o f those
held. vicious cycles he was always reading
Coley was down to the Penn State about. The more Benedict called him
thirty, out on a flank, when Horvicky Mister Dumbjohn, the more upset he got
broke away from his interference and and the more boners he pulled, giving
cut across the field, trying to sneak past Arch more reaspn to call him that name.
the Navy men who were converging on Just when he had thought people were
the phalanx of blockers he had picked forgetting he was the dumbest dumbjohn
up. He came straight at Sprague before at the Academy, Benedict had come out
he saw the lone Navy back drifting in on with the name and he had promptly
him, then tried to break back in the op goofed off, to lend weight to what Arch
posite direction. Coley gathered himself had called him.
and launched his long, lean frame in the He kept his head down as he trotted
tackle. to his position in the six-one-two-two de
Coley should have had the Penn State fense, his heart a heavy lump within his
back; there was no doubt about that. But chest. There were times, he thought,
Coley missed. He overshot his mark and when it didn’t seem worth the effort to
went sliding past the State man, reach shake that name. He loved the Navy; he
ing frantically for the legs that were just wanted to make a career in the Navy, but
beyond his fingertips. It was a clean for all his gruelling work in the class
miss, the product of over-eagerness, room and on the football field, it seemed
Coley’s too-urgent determination to that he was fated to be a laughing-stock,
show Arch Benedict that, dumbjohn or a ridiculous figure, a sort o f midship
not, he could play a game of football. man’s Ichabod Crane who never could do
There was a groan from the stands as anything right or hope to escape the
Sprague sprawled on the turf and Hor sniggering laughter that Arch Benedict
vicky reversed his direction again and inspired and led.
continued his run. It was Benedict who The continued derision, Benedict’s
finally nailed the fleet Penn State back ceaseless raillery, was capable of under
with a spectacular shoestring tackle, just mining a more solid self-confidence than
as Horvicky seemed on his way to a he ever could possess. Another midship
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man would have forced a showdown long time to see the Penn State back pick up
before this, even if that showdown had at least a dozen yards on his completion.
meant another trip to the meeting place “ Mister Dumbjohn,” Benedict was
behind Dahlgren Hall, another beating. saying, “ is always falling down. Trouble
Another man would have found some is, he never takes anybody down with
way to explain to his classmates what him.”
had really happened; tell them how “ Play ball,” Tommy Ellis growled.
Benedict had gotten sore that day when “ Let’s forget the dumbjohn business and
the plebe coach had chewed him for not get organized.”
throwing passes to Coley, made them see “ Get organized with Mister Dee-Jay '
that all this dumbjohn business was the with us?” Benedict asked. “ Impossible!”
fruit of a small-mannered grudge that Penn State poked one through the
Arch bore for him. middle for three. They tried again, in
But another midshipman wouldn’t be the same place, for two more. On third
Dumbjohn Coley Sprague, the only and five, they passed up the logical pass
youngster who still carried a plebe nick play to try an off-tackle slant that Dick
name. Another midshipman would know Stotten, Navy’s hard-tackling roving
what to say and what to do, in the right center spoiled. Penn State went into
way. He wouldn’t just take Benedict’s punt formation.
constant, venom-flecked ribbing, as Because of the wind, Navy put two
Coley did, without doing something in safety men back for the kick. One was
retaliation. Arch Benedict; the other, Coley
The whole thing, Coley told himself, Sprague. The ball came to Coley.
was that he wasn’t cut out to be a Navy With the pigskin five feet from his
man. Perhaps, he thought, it was outstretched hands, Coley knew he was
cowardice that made him accept Bene going to fumble. He knew it as surely as
dict’s persecution without hitting back. he knew his own name; as certainly as
And what kind of a ship’s officer would he knew the nickname that Arch Bene
he make if, deep down, he was a coward? dict had given him. It was as Bull Dur
Perhaps it would be better to bilge out, ham had said; Arch had the Indian sign
remove himself from this life of hard on him and there was nothing that he,
work with few rewards. Perhaps he had Coley, could do about it.
had no business coming to Annapolis in He felt the pigskin slap his hands, he
the first place. Perhaps— heard the hollow plunkkk of the ball, he
It was a Penn State pass and Coley was saw the oval bound high in the air to be
on the play automatically. The wingback carried off to one side by the wind. He
had drifted out to the right, opposite made a desperate leap for the loose ball
Sprague and now he was turning to but a Penn State man was on it before
gather in the lateral. It was a play timed he left his feet.
so that Coley had two alternatives, his Mister Dumbjohn had given the
decision to be made in a split second. enemy the ball on the Navy sixteen.
Either he could play the ball or the_jce-
ceiver. If he played the wingback, there
was the almost positive chance that he CH APTER V
could spill the man behind his line of A Star Is Born
scrimmage. I f he played the ball, there
was a fainter chance he could intercept.
E CLIMBED slowly to his feet,
He played the ball. And he made his
second mistake in two plays when he did. H tears of frustration threatening to
There was a stiff wind blowing from break through and spill out onto his
east to west and that wind flared sud cheeks. He saw Dick Stotten, the team
denly to pick up that lateral and literally captain, raise his hand to the referee in
hurl it into its receiver’s hands. Coley the time-out signal. He saw the tall cen
hadn’t figured on that sudden gust, with ter turn toward the bench and raise his
the result that the ball sailed past his hand again, fingers spread wide. The
fingertips—it seemed that everything take-out sign; the signal that meant that
was fated to go past his fingertips that there was a dumbjohn aboard who
afternoon—into the Penn State man’s ought to be replaced.
clutch. Coley went down again, after Stotten intercepted him as he started
his frantic lunge, and looked around in for the sidelines. The big All-America's
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hand rested briefly on Coley’s shoulder a glorious victory at Pearl Harbor? Do
and Stotten said: you think they did themselves proud at
“ Take a break, mister. When you come Wake Island, or Guam? No, Mister
back in, you’ll make up for all this.” Sprague, they took a beating at Pearl
Coley nodded dumbly, grateful for the and they let the Nips have their own
great man’s kind words. . Stotten’s way at Wake and Guam. But they didn’t
thoughtfulness almost made up for the quit and admit they were a bunch of
jarring note of Arch Benedict’s voice, dumbjohns who didn’t have any right in
in the background. a first class war, as Japan and Germany
“ Now, maybe,” Arch said, “we can play thought. They came back with what
some football, with Mister Dumbjohn they had and took a beating for awhile
out of the game.” and then they began to win a couple of
The Navy stands gave Coley a loyal fights, and finally they won the sea war
cheer as he trotted off to make room for in the Pacific!”
the veteran Minosicci. He accepted The stands across the way burst into
the blue, gold-bordered, U.S.N.A.A.A. a rocketing volley o f cheers as the Penn
blanket somebody handed him and State plunging back went over from the
wrapped it around himself; not that he two yard line for the score.
needed it, because he had not been in the “ Well, what—what do you suggest I
game long enough to work up a sweat, do, sir?” Coley Sprague asked, in a small
but to better hide himself in its folds. voice. The coach looked at him, the pain
“ What happened, Mister Sprague?” wrought by the Penn State touchdown
the coach asked, after an interval. etched on his, square face.
“ I don’t know,” Coley confessed, mis “ How should I know?” .he asked,
erably. “ Nothing I seemed to do worked roughly. “ I’m no psychiatrist and I’m
right, sir.” no baby-sitter. You’ve got to work it
The coach was a tall, blunt-featured out yourself, Mister Sprague. Now
man with the four stripes of a Captaincy warm up, because I’m sticking you back
on the sleeve of his overcoat. He looked in, after the kick for point, and heaven
out at the field now, where Penn State help you if you let this Mister Dumb
was putting on the power to smash its john complex keep you from playing the
way to its first touchdown. kind o f football I know you can play.”
“ Ever hear about complexes, Mister Coley Sprague paced up and down the
Sprague?” he asked, in an idle, almost sideline, pulling his knees high and
negligent voice. “ Men in the service working his arms. He wished he had
aren’t supposed to be able to afford them, more of the die-for-dear-old-Navy spirit
but maybe we’re only human, after all. but to be honest, he wished the coach was
Maybe we’d do better if we admitted not sending him back in. This, he told
we’re subject to the same ills that the himself, was his bad day. He had pulled
poor civilians have.” a succession of boners and it was prob
“ Sir?” Coley asked, in bewilderment. able that he would keep on making mis-
“ What I’m trying to say, Mister plays, while Arch Benedict’s chant of
Sprague,” the coach explained, “ is that Mister Dumbjohn grew more acid.
I’ve not been exactly ignorant of what’s It was all right for the four-striper to
been going on between you and—er— talk about complexes and the need for
another member of the squad. I hoped ignoring them, but the Captain didn’t
that you’d snap out of it, call this man’s know what it meant to be regarded as
cards, find out for yourself that a man the perpetual Mister Dumbjohn, the man
who wears the uniform of the Naval who always did everything wrong.
Academy has a certain responsibility to He got the coach’s nod and forced him
the dignity of that uniform.” self to run out on the field, holding up
“ I—I don’t understand, sir.” his hand. Minosicci came out and Coley
“ They call you Dumbjohn, Mister found himself back on his twenty, wait
Sprague,” the coach said, ruthlessly, ing for the Penn State kick-off with the
“ and you let them.” score seven-oh, against Navy.
“ I—I went to the mat with him once, “ See if you can hold it this time, Mis
Captain,” Coley managed. ter Dumbjohn,” Arch Benedict cracked.
“ And you lost,” the coach said, his “ They’ll probably be kicking to you, see
voice heavy with scorn, “ so you quit ing you were so good to them the last
right there. Do you think the Navy had time.”
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The kick, o f course, did come to watches better than Coley could, he
Coley. He juggled it for an awful in might make four-oh while Coley had
stant and then wrapped his hand around trouble making two-five, he might look
the point o f the oval, cradled the ball better in a uniform than Coley, but he
between wrist and elbow and started was still no Navy man! Because no real
down the field. His blockers formed Navy man would sacrifice a chance for a
nicely and began knocking over the Penn long Navy run-back, even a possible
State men as they came in. touchdown, to satisfy his own grudge!
Ahead of him ran Arch Benedict, The Navy was bigger than a million
slower on his feet than Coley but a Arch Benedicts and Coley Spragues.
deadly blocker—when he wanted to be. The Penn State tackle came in. Coley
Sprague shortened his stride to match Sprague stabbed a short, hard straight-
Arch's pace. A Penn State tackle, big arm that was dangerously close to a left
and broad, came dancing in, trying to hook. The big man from Pennsylvania
feint Arch out of the way. Coley took it on the point of his jaw. His feet
watched, in numbed amazement, as Arch came up and his shoulders went down.
failed to make even the least try for a There was a thud as Coley galloped past
block, kept on up the field leaving Coley the fallen tackle.
to his fate. Arch Benedict, Coley was telling him
The thing was so deliberate, so ob self, was a phoney, a snake, a sea lawyer.
vious, that it brought a long, low growl He wanted to catch up with Benedict
from the stands as the State College and tell him to his face. A Penn State
tackle closed in gleefully. Even the man came in to try to keep him from get
spectator least learned in football lore ting at Arch and Coley swivel-hipped
could see that Benedict had missed his away from him. Another man attempted
assignment when the sloppiest kind of a a block intended to throw Sprague over
block would have slowed up, if not the sideline, out of bounds. Coley
stopped, the Penn State tackle. stopped on a dime and the Penn State
man crashed by him.
OLEY SPRAGUE found rage well Sprague was still running, all out,
C ing up within him. It was one thing
for Benedict to carry his feud onto the
when he saw the man in the striped shirt
and white knickers fling his arms into the
football field in sharp-tongued ribbing. air. He kept on running, forgetting that
It was another for Apch to cross up his he still carried the ball, as he followed
team, the Navy, in order to make Mister Benedict around to the place where the
Dumb John look bad. other Navy men were grouping, winded
The thought struck Coley Sprague and laughing.
with paralyzing force. Arch Benedict, Big Dick Stotten interpreted the look
for all his high grades, his excellence at on Coley’s face and caught Sprague just
sea and on the drill field, his prowess on before he reached Arch Benedict.
the football field, his popularity among “ Take it easy, mister,” the great center
the other members of his class, was no counselled.
Navy man! “ Let me tell him,” Coley panted. “ Let
Arch Benedict might be able to talk me tell him that it’s him that’s the dumb-
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john around here. Anybody who’d throw at least,.that there must be some fear in
away a chance for a score for Navy like the jealousy that kept him repeating his
he did is the real dumbjohn! Me, I senseless chant o f “ Mister Dumbjohn.”
might be stupid in a lot of ways, but I’ve And why was Arch Benedict afraid?
always tried my best for Navy. And W hy, simply because Benedict always
nobody can do any more than that.” had to be top man; he always had been
“ Sure,” Stotten said, easily. “ W e were in prep school and at home before he
all wondering when you were going to came to Annapolis, and he couldn’t sur
get wise to yourself, Coley. W e were all render his place now, in any field of en
hoping that there’d come a day when deavor. And that meant that Benedict
you’d see that a man like you, who’s saw in Coley Sprague a threat to his foot
always in there, plugging for Navy, was ball stardom. That was why Arch Bene
worth a dozen men like Mister Benedict, dict had worked so hard from the first to
who doesn’t do as good as he can because make Coley a target of ridicule, the per
he wants to back up that Mister Dumb ennial Mister Dumbjohn.
john routine of his.” It hadn’t quite come o f f ; Coley saw
Coley looked at the big Navy center, that now. He looked at Benedict again
staring. and saw that Arch realized it, knew that
“You mean—you mean you really all his careful campaigning had gone for
think that?” he asked. “ But why didn’t naught. Coley saw that Arch knew that
somebody tell me?” Sprague—and at least a few other
“Because there are some things a man midshipmen, including Dick Stotten—
has to find out for himself, that’s why,” recognized him for what he really was.
Stotten answered, simply. “ There are And Coley knew that Arch must realize
some things a man can’t be told, the that the picture he presented, behind all
right way—the Navy way.” the trappings, was a pretty shabby thing.
Gradually, the realization that Dick It would be easy, from now on, to treat
Stotten was his friend, that there must Arch Benedict with the contempt that
be others at the Academy who would be he deserved. But Benedict could play
his friends if he let them, men who had football, and Navy had need of the big
been waiting for him to shake off the back. Personalities meant less than
Mister Dumbjohn complex Arch Bene nothing when they conflicted with play
dict had fastened on him, seeped into ing the game for the Blue and the Gold.
Coley Sprague’s brain. He looked across Coley Sprague forced a wide grin to
at Benedict, standing apart from the his lips and walked over to Arch. He
others, and it suddenly was impressed knew the gesture was over-dramatic,
upon him that Arch was, after all, a corny, but he had to put out his hand to
pretty cheap piece of merchandise. Be the man who had made his life miserable
cause Arch, in spite of everything he for so long.
was, or thought he was, was basically no “How about it, mister?” he asked.
Navy man. “ How about starting a new log and play
He laughed aloud at the realization ing some football for Navy—together?”
that he, Coley Sprague, Mister Dumb Benedict hesitated and then accepted
john, had something that Arch Benedict the proferred handclasp. He was beaten
never would have. Arch might win the and he knew it, but he was enough o f the
Honor Saber, escort the Color Girl, be consummate actor to summon up an an
at the head of his class, but some day. swering smile.
somewhere, he would be found out as a “ W hy—why sure,” he said. “ Sure,
man who worked and played fpr Arch Mister Duh—”
Benedict and not for Navy. He broke off short. Coley laughed.
What the devil, he told himself, he “ Go ahead and say it,” he invited.
didn’t want to tell Benedict off now; he “ Mister Dumbjohn. It’s okay. You see,
didn’t want to take a poke at his tor it won’t mean anything any more. Not
mentor. Instead, he felt sorry for the after we win a few games for Navy, to
guy, the man who had proved to Coley, gether.”
GOOD-BY By NELSON
ILENCE hovered over the stands. simple. Any good Cordell fan would
S The crowd sat shivering in the
November chill, stunned by the
tell you the same.
Johnny Stark stood over the purple-
incredible thing they’d seen today. jerseyed huddle and surveyed the situa
“ Buzz” Borman had been stopped at last. tion. It was not good. The scoreboard
And Cordell College was about to lose read: Tech 12, Cordell 7. Less than five
a ball game. minutes to go. The goal line some sev
It was hard to believe. Many fine ball enty yards away. It was, Johnny de
clubs had tried to stop Buzz Borman, cided, time for decisive action.
the little man with the winged feet and He was no midget quarterback, this
fancy hips, and none had succeeded— Johnny Stark who played “ under” in
until today. Now it had been done. And Cordell’s modified T. T h e re w ere a
Cordell’s Broncs would taste their first hundretd and ninety pounds of him,
defeat of the season. Stop Borman, and rugged and blond. He w^s, moreover, a
you stopped the Broncs. It was that very agile young man who could thread
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a needle with a football at fifty paces. had been muffed. The result was in
Not that he used that talent so often. evitable. Less fearful of the overhead
Coach Jack Digby’s system heavily fa menace, Tech had closed in—and
vored the running game. stopped Borman.
The system had worked nicely. Buzz Faulty pass-snatching had afflicted the
Borman would run until they slowed team to some extent all year. Johnny
him down. Then Johnny Stark would had been forced to pick his receivers
pitch one or two with deadly accuracy, with great care. But today muffing the
the defense would loosen up, and Bor ball was epidemic. All of them—Lem
man would ramble again. It was ele mon, Carley, even Zoller—really had
mentary, but very effective. It had won butter on their fingers today.
eight ball games. But they’d have to hold one or two
Today, however, there’d been one now, Johnny thought, or Cordell was
small fly in the soup. Nobody could beaten.
catch the football. Seven passes in ten “ W e’ll pass out of this,” he told them
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N AT BENSON
HEN Reynolds Benson and his The Solons of Columbia must have
W cohorts brought Lou Little to sensed something epic in Lou at his “ in
Columbia way back in 1929, they augural” Columbia dinner when that
felt, and hoped, they were getting a
dynamically vigorous muscle man, with
pretty good football coach. But they the professorial face, the fire-chief’s
didn’t realize then that they were get voice and the gymnast’s build, rose to
ting a great man as well. reply to the many nice things that had
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been said about and predicted for him. the way a dynamo gives off power. That’s
Lou was ahead of the game that night why so many scores o f “ his boys,” who
just as he is now after 85 victories in 18 have worked and slaved and played with
years. Right from the start Lou meant him for years, come back to him for ad
business with a big “ B.” He knew then vice—advice that really matters about
that the Lion’s meadow was the “ big- things that matter—about their careers
time,” for at that inaugural dinner, at or marriages, their business prospects,
the end of a compelling and fiery their hopes and, what counts most, about
speech he struck the head table’s top their troubles.
with a big powerful well-formed hand Lou never mentions a word about
and said vehemently: this curious post-graduate nationwide
“ Gentlemen, I did not come here to “ course” in making the grade which he
fail!’’ has carried on for years without any
That was a pretty big speech even thought of reward. But Lou’s friend and
from a man as vital as Lou. But down confidant, Bob Harron, chief o f Colum
the years he really made it stick. bia’s publicity bureau, is mighty impres
Columbia and the bedraggled Lion sive on how much more Lou Little does
were in the doldrums when Lou arrived off the gridiron, famous though his ex
in 1929. Under the presidency of the ploits on the grid may be.
late great “ Nicholas Miraculous” But Lou was born in Leominster, Massa
ler and before his day, Columbia had chusetts, about 55 years ago. He was
done its best to disprove the truth of that born Luigi Piccarelli, which is actually
cynical wise-crack that “ a university is the equivalent of the more pronounce
a big football stadium with a few out able “ Lou Little.” He inherited a vigor
lying colleges attached.” ous but by no means hulking build from
Football had been frowned upon at parents who were healthy and well-bal
Columbia as something that got in the anced.
way of honest study, that messed up the He grew up in normal surroundings,
curriculum and automatically detracted in a well-organized home of decent mid
from a great academy of learning’s scho dle-class comfort, with nothing to waste
lastic standards. and nothing to need. One of his broth
Lou Little was smart enough to realize ers is in the Merchant Marine, -another
all of these cogent facts, even in the be is a well-to-do manufacturer—and Lou
ginning. He grasped the cardinal truth has not done too badly for himself!
that football was meant to have its place Despite his tireless physical drive and
in the Columbia curriculum—and that his genuine mental domination of it,
its place was a relatively humble one, which early spelled “ speed plus control,”
especially in view o f the Lion’s dismal he was immensely popular with his fel
record in the days o f the pre-Little era. low athletes at school.
He first distinguished himself as a
Solved with Eclat hard tackier and notable “ all-arounder”
But he solved the problem with a glit when he played on and later captained
ter and a gusto characteristic of the man. the Leominster High School team
Lou Little has always been a force, a ter around 1910. He went from Leominster
rific driving combination of well-di to Worcester Academy for a year, then
rected, perfectly-integrated mental and to the University o f Vermont, where he
physical power. played and captained the U. of V. team
Even in a brief talk with him you come in his sophomore year.
away with the feeling of having had con At the end of that football year, 1916,
tact with a volcano that is under perfect he went to the University of Pennsyl
control. He is one of the very very few vania, where he soon became known as
people in the world who seems to exude one of the finest tacklers in the game.
mental as well as physical zing.
He looks, acts and talks like a fast The Greatest Thrill
thinking, straight-talking professor of “ I think the greatest thrill I ever had
psychology. He never wastes a syllable in football, as a player at least,” he says,
or even a movement. Words come easily “ was the afternoon in 1916 when Penn’s
to Lou. He can get his best ideas across famous linecoach, Dr. Charles Wharton,
with the greatest of ease. read out my name as a starting tackle.
He gives off strength and leadership “ That somehow seemed a stamp to me
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-—the final proof that at last I’d really later Penn’s coach, and Heinie Miller.
made the grade in big-time college foot Their coach was Bob Folwell.
ball. Before that, I hadn’t been too sure “ Lou graduated in the spring o f 1920,”
of how I rated.” his friend Bob Harron told us. “ He sold
“ On January 1, 1917, our Penn team stocks and bonds, coached and played a
played Oregon in the Tournament of little pro football and first wanted to
Roses game, or the Rose Bowl, as it later study medicine. Then he set his heart
was called. W e lost a tough one to a big, on becoming a dentist but he was out-
powerful Oregon team, 13 to 10. lucked there by an old quirk o f fate.
“ So I guess that’s why the sweetest “ He discovered that at that time all
moment of my life came 17 years later standard dental equipment was made for
when my own Columbia Lions of 1933 right handers—and since Lou is a genu
beat Stanford 7 to 0 in the famous Rose ine southpaw he found himself getting
Bowl game of January 1st, 1934. That badly snarled up in the equipment. So
victory made the Lion’s “ KF-79” play he naturally had to give up the idea of
nationally famous. T o me it was the ever becoming a big-time molar-mauler.”
perfect come-back remembering how In 1924 he was invited to go to George
Oregon had beaten Penn in 1917. town as football coach and, in his first
“ As a player I think the most thrill year, he showed himself to be such a cap
ing as well as the fiercest game I was able organizer in improving schedules
ever in was the 1920 game that Penn lost and getting everything connected with
to Dartmouth 20 to 19. For rugged play athletics to function smoothly that he
and aggressive battling I never played was made Georgetown’s Director of Ath
in or saw its equal. It must have been letics in 1925.
quite a game for the spectators, too. By 1929 his football team ranked at
“ Each team made three touchdowns. the top of the roll, offensively and de
First one team would make a score, then fensively. The time was getting ripe for
the other. It was a ding-dong struggle the able man to meet the big-time situa
of the toughest kind. For sheer excite tion that literally shouted for him to
ment I think I’d have to jump 27 years take over.
ahead to our 21 to 20 triumph over Army
last year. Light-Blue Doldrums
“ I must say I never did see such foot Football had been banned at Columbia
ball as Bill Swiaski played, grabbing off from 1906 to 1915 and when it was re
those forward passes that Gene Rossides sumed it was in only a small way with a
threw. I felt that day above all days that very light schedule. The post-war years
a great Columbia team had reached the found Columbia laboring in the dol
very peak of perfection. And I’d say I drums o f football. Percy Haughton had
think we won on the strength of the died after only a short period of coach
greatest asset a team or a player can have ing there and Charlie Crowley, who had
—condition.” been Haughton’s end coach, took over
Lou’s own career as a player was in after Paul Withington finished out
terrupted by W orld War I. He enlisted Haughton’s last season.
in the spring of 1917 as a buck private Until 1929, lack o f success had made
in the 54th Infantry of the regular 6th the Lion pretty mangy. Then Reynolds
Army Division. His company speedily Benson, who is at present assistant to
made itself noted for alertness in drill Columbia’s comptroller, began scouting
and Lou rose to a captaincy, where he around on the suggestion of other top
was pointed out as the last word in executives, hunting for a coach who
snappy drillmasters. could give the student body some genu
His division saw a good deal of action ine zest for singing, “ Roar,*Lion, Roar!”
overseas in the Meuse-Argonne sector After considerable search they found
in Alsace Lorraine and in the Vosges Lou Little. He had made a fine name
Mountains. After the Armistice he was for himself at Georgetown, but he could
on normal army duty until his return to go no further there and he had the all-
the United States in June, 1919. important intelligence to understand
In the fall o f ’ 19 he went back to Penn, that in any university worthy o f the
where he played on a great team which name, football ranked below academic
included football’s current national studies.
Commissioner Bert Bell, Lud Wray, He came up to Oxford-on-the-subway
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in the spring of 1930. He had little to 20 to 0 for the only defeat the
work with at first but Ralph Hewitt, the team suffered.
great drop-kicker and punter was shap At the season’s end Lou and his Lions,
ing into the famous triple threat star he were invited to the 1934 Rose Bowl game
was destined to become under Lou’s tute to face Stanford. Everyone expected
lage. But the Lions lost their first four that the Californian supermen would
games and by punishing scores. make a tasty meal of the Lions. Lou de
Characteristically Lou, following the cided to give the scant 15 Columbians he
52 to 0 shellacking that Columbia took took westward every possible break in
from Dartmouth that year, when his conditioning.
hopefuls had been well and truly He instituted rigid Spartan rule on the
smeared, said nothing loud or bitter. But long train trip. He arranged for practise
on the Monday following the game he stops all the way out to the Coast. He
had his say in crisp decisive tones. even asked the boys not to mail a post
“ All right, fellows! W e’re starting card back east until the game was over.
today. W e’re getting ready right now Instead o f coming into Pasadena, where
for next season’s game with Dartmouth. he knew his charges would be feted to
W e start from here!” the king’s taste, he had them disembark
Lou felt that there was no time like at Tucson for a week of rugged condi
the morning after the Battle o f Water tioning that kept them on edge and made
loo to begin straining and training for a them descend on the Rose Bowl like a
soul-cleansing victory in the next meet swarm of man-eaters on the eve o f the
ing. big game.
It was in the following year that Lou’s
coaching, Hewitt’s great backfield play Rose Bowl Miracle
and the newly-inspired all-round team- Rain fell in torrents that Saturday
play for which Columbia was to win night, 12 to 18 inches. The Rose Bowl
national renown, really began to turn the field was flooded.1 The fire department
tide. They won 5 and lost 4 games. began to pump it out and Lou was asked
In 1931, facing the same team which if they’d stay over a week and play on
had trounced them 52 to 0, Columbia Jan. 8.
reversed the Dartmouth decision in a “ No, we came out to play on New
rousing 19 to 6 battle. That season was Year’s Day—and we’ll play that day!”
the first o f four in which the Little Lions thundered the Columbia mentor.
established a national reputation. He sent an assistant coach down to re
The great 1933 season saw them win 8 port on the condition of the field and the
and lose 1. Lou’s star was really in the coach reported it was nearly dry. In
ascendant. Asked what made him so credulous, Lou sent a second coach to
great a coach, Bob Harron stressed the verify the first report. This aide con
emphasis Lou places on condition for his vinced him and he decided that the Lions
players. A sane, hard-driving relentless would wear ordinary field cleats instead
enthusiasm, tempered with basic sanity of mud cleats.
and consideration for how much a player Cliff Montgomery, Little’s great cap
can stand. Lou loves to see a team keyed tain and field general, turned in a perfect
for combat but he never drives them over game. A1 Barabas scored the game’s
the edge. only touchdown after one o f the two for
When the Lions were visiting Prince ward passes Columbia tried—the other
ton that epic year o f 1933, Lou got was incomplete, the good throw, how
alarmed as he watched his stalwarts ever, put the ball on the seventeen-yard
tucking away a tempting luncheon at the line, whence Barabas scored on a naked
Princeton Inn. He looked so unhappy reverse—-the famed KF-79. Even with
that Harron asked him why he was both their great ground-gainer Bobby Gray
ered by the lusty appetites his warriors son, California was held scoreless by
displayed. Columbia’s flawless stone wall defensive
“ These fellows are too complacent, too tactics.
smug, too sure of themselves. They’re Bill Corum, famed New York sports
eating so much I’m sure they’re too con writer wrote o f that memorable day,
fident o f whipping Princeton.” Lou “ No one of us who ever saw that battle
proved a true if gloomy prophet. That in the mist and murk and rain will ever
afternoon Princeton pounded the Lions forget how the Lions, playing w ith 15
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men to California’s 35 and outweighed Faculty Friend
17 pounds per man, won going away that
■foggy afternoon.” It could be honestly said the Columbia
That victory marked one o f Lou’s Faculty revere Lou for the same attitude
great days. The other came 13 years toward academic studies. Lou raises
later when his Lions again beat a mighty hob with footballers whose grades are
adversary, Army, 20 to 19 and won on slipping, even from A to B. Only one of
condition as much as Swiacki’s miracu Lou’s super-stars (and he shall be name
lous catching of Rossides’ passes in that less) failed to graduate with degree
Homeric come-back of the second half. standing from Columbia. Plenty of
How does Lou do it? How does he Lou’s warriors get faculty work to do
accomplish these miracles at long inter when they come back for post-graduate
vals and how does he keep his teams in studies.
such rare shape? With those strong incisive features
‘ ‘Because he’s such a terrific perfec and that glittering pincenez set on that
tionist,” is Bob Harron’s opinion, “ the promontory nose, Lou looks like a pro
boys say he has eyes in the back of his fessor. There is eloquent sureness in the
head. He seems to see everything that way he expresses his most devious ideas.
every one o f the twenty-two players does He can still “ make with the words” in a
on the field and he goes into great detail big way, even though that almighty voice
in every explanation. of his has literally worn itself down to
“ Because he’s so super-keen on condi a hoarse stage-whisper.
tion he creates great second-half teams. Mentally, Lou looks like the sort of
He’s a demon for work. Short furious “addition” any college faculty is proud
runs, wind-sprints, strenuous calis to welcome. He’s foxy enough to know
thenics early in the season. All these that intelligent studious boys are easier
factors count. to handle and make better footballers in
“ Because the boys believe in him so the long run, however much superb
sincerely, because they like him and physical co-ordination may count for.
trust his judgment. Because they’ve That’s why he’s always dinning into
always realized he has their own best his lads the responsibilities he wants
interests at heart. He’d always rather them to assume toward their fellow-play
lose a game than risk a serious injury to ers, to the University, to good sports
any o f his players.” manship and to themselves. He never
Once the gallant Ralph Hewitt fails to drum into them the truism that
erupted from the player’s bench with a football should and can be made into a
heavily-taped injured ankle, literally proper integral part of a young man’s
berserk to get into a gruelling fray with college training and career.
Syracuse. Once queried on his greatest asset at
Columbia, Lou promptly said, “ The
“ Look here, Coach!” he pleaded. “ I
whole-hearted co-operation that I get
can play. I’m okay. Let me in there—
on everything from everybody—faculty,
the fellows need m e!”
alumni, executives, student body and
“ You get back on those crutches!” athletes. No pressure and no interference
roared Lou. “ Don’t you know no foot from anyone.
ball game in the world was ever worth “ Even though the physical set-up here
risking a permanent injury for?” isn’t the best, even though the annual
The same thing happened in the Lions’ player turnout isn’t enough, even though
Rose Bowl Game when Tony Matal got later afternoon classes have always
knocked on the head with five minutes handicapped grid training, still the posi
to go in the first half. Lou needed Matal tive factors at Columbia have always
desperately. He asked the Doctor how outweighed the negative—and always
the slightly-groggy Matal looked. will.”
The doc told Lou that in 999 cases out “ You know,” he went on, “ perhaps a
o f 1000 an injury like Matal’s wouldn’t coach’s greatest difficulty—at least the
mean a thing, that Tony could go in and hardest one to overcome—is to have only
play. But Lou wasn’t taking even that limited material to work with, and have
slim chance. He kept Matal out for the it demanded o f you to lick bigger,
remainder of the game, although his ab stronger outfits. It’s true that certain
sence might have meant a Lion defeat. coaches can accomplish more with less
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material than others can—and they’re player with even average ability who is
tops—no matter how many games they giving his best and thinking more of his
lose. team than himself—that fellow to me,
“ Somewhere there ought to be an av sir, is an outstanding player—and I’ve
erage struck between the material a had scores of ’em!”
coach has to work with and what he Among the greatest players he ever
should be reasonably expected to ac saw Lou lists Jim Thorpe, Wilbur “ Fats”
complish. On the other hand, if a fellow Henry of W & J, Glenn Davis, Cliff
has the men and the tools to do big Battles and “ Red” Grange, the last
things and then doesn’t, he should have named for his amazing agility, intuitive
the good sense and decency to resign mobility and extraordinary change of
and admit the job’s too big for him.” pace.
Conditions at Columbia over the years Lou speaks warmly of Knute Rockne
must have satisfied Lou, for his life’s as a great man who went out o f his way
m#jor decision was made when he de to encourage and hearten obscure work
cided to stay on with the Lions after the ers in his own field—including Lou, to
recent flattering and tempting offer from whom Knute gave a great lift by a few
Yale. That must have been a hard one heartening words spoken to him as a
for anyone to turn down but the truth of young stranger at one o f the first
the matter is likely that his roots had coaches’ conventions he ever attended.
gone down too deep into the soil around “ Rock gave everybody, especially the
116th St. and Broadway. little fellow, a real lift by building up
Perhaps he felt too, that it was too late his morale and making him feel better
in life to begin all over again in a very and, yes, a bigger man. He went to bat
different kind of background, where em for me at Georgetown and seemed to
phasis rests on certain formalities and consider it part of his job to encourage
social distinctions as it never did or beginners in his own profession.”
could on the Lion’s native heath. Lou’s
health is good now—an operation re Fundamentals of the Game
cently relieved him of a throat irritation Turning to football technique itself,
but reduced that tremendous voice to a Lou says, “ I think the hardest thing in
rugged whisper, temporarily at least. football is blocking and tackling effec
Lou is probably the only coach who tively. They’re the two fundamentals of
actually broke his neck to develop a the game. Any fellow who learns to do
team. One time, playing defensive wing, these things right will have his place in
he ordered his line huskies to “ hit him football.
hard!”—“ And harder!!”—and after a “ None of us enjoys learning funda
charge by the tenth successive two-hun mentals too much in anything. A good
dred pounder, Lou took a bump that blocker in football naturally doesn’t get
bowled him over and made him complain the kudos and carry the glamour that a
* that night of a stiff neck. colorful running back does—but without
The stiff neck turned out to be a badly- blocking and tackling there isn’t any
jarred vertebrae, which forced him to body who can get away for a run.
wear a neck support for quite a while and “ Tackling’s the great d e f e n s i v e
sleep sitting up. He’s had his major weapon. Nowadays all boys relish offen
share of such bumps, for some years sive work better— it’s in their natures,
earlier he hurt his hip pretty badly while so you usually meet three boys who can
scrimmaging. run for every one who can block and
tackle.”
Lou’s "Best" “ Name the best teams I ever saw? Oh
When asked to name the best players my, that’s a tough one—let me see—I ’d
he ever had, Lou made a memorable reply say Southern California’s teams under
that every coach should engrave over his Howard Jones in the late ’20’s—Rockne’s
stadium’s entrance, for it is an immortal last Notre Dame squad of 1930— the Uni
definition of the meaning of team play. versity of Pittsburgh in T6— and cer
“ To me any boy or player is outstand tainly the Army of ’44-’45. Put in there,
ing when he gives 100 percent at all too, my Lions of ’33 and ’47.”
times—and even subordinates himself “ The game’s a lot different now from
for the good of his team. Any sincere, 10 years ago. Today it’s far more inter
conscientious worker on the field, any esting, more unorthodox, more drama
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tic, more open. 10 years ago nobody’d to help one another.
pass on first or second down—now they “ Pro football provides a good future
do it all the time. for the college player of real ability.
“ The more open game has resulted in a It’s a huge help to a young fellow who
better, faster offensive technique, with wants to get into coaching and, with his
fast-breaking plays, more varied strat- pay from pro games, many a good player
egy, more thrilling forward passing— comes back to do post-grad college work
oh, it’s a great game today—all the old and train further for his life’s work.
stereotyped weaknesses are gone. “ As a means to an end which is the ex
“ Both professional and college foot tension of a young fellow’s education,
ball are well-played games. The top pro football is a splendid thing. Pro and
flight college teams are on a par with the college can do a grand job together for
best pros. The ‘edge’ between them one another, for they don’t interfere in
varies. And there’s lots of room and any way.
crowds for both. “ In spite of salaried players, I’d say a
“ College football gives the pro teams pro coach’s difficulties are as great as
their best stars. Pro football develops those of a college mentor. Both have
them further, shapes them for coaching. equally hard schedules, equally tough
It has increased football’s national audi competitors to lick, equal difficulty in
ence enormously. Properly guided and getting decent material.
administered, pro football can fill a very “ Football” concludes Lou, relaxing
important place in the community. And with a smile, “ is a tough battle—but for
both pro and college football can do a lot my money there’s nothing like it!”
A TO U C H D O W N FO R W ILLY
( Concluded from page 37)
Morrison a couple of feet into the air, “ You’re kidding!” W illy blurted out.
as he let the ball fly. “ I wasn’t so bad that you got to slice the
The ball wobbled ten yards, dropping baloney.”
into the hands of Chuck Prevost. Only The roar came pouring out o f the
Digger Higgins stood between Chuck stands and W illy stood still a moment
and the goal line. W illy went over and and let it sing inside of him.
salted Digger away. It was a hard, vici They led W illy to the bench. “ W e
ous block and W illy tried to shake off had to do everything except call out the
the cobwebs thickening in his head. fire department to get you steamed up to
Prevost scored easily and W illy was play ball, W illy,” Boylan said. “ But it
not certain which side of the line he was worked out. I got me a tackle.”
crouching on when they lined up for “ You’re not sore about me getting you
the extra point conversion. moved out of your bungalow?” asked
“ W illy, you’ve been in our backfield W illy.
all afternoon,” Ace Morrison said. “ W e “ How could I be sore, W illy. The
can’t let you line up with us.” house belonged to the man. Anyway, I
W illy took one step, and fell on his had already arranged with the Alpha
face. Kappas to live there. You simply pushed
They brought the water bucket to my plans up a bit.”
W illy, emptied the thing. Somebody W illy was silent a moment. Then:
held smelling salts under W illy’s nose “ There’s one more thing, Coach. That’s
and he finally got to his feet. about Marge.”
Coach Boylan put his arm around “ Let’s see the way you play tackle dur
W illy. “ You were wonderful, W illy. Let ing the season,” Boylan said. “ Then we’ll
somebody else play the last couple of talk, W illy.”
minutes. I’m going to need you for that W illy grinned. “ Marge will make a
varsity tackle job.” wonderful June bride,” he said.
THE GLORY By
SAM MERWIN, JR
against the pandemonium from the six “ It's the ball game!” said Corliss with
ty-two thousand screaming fanatics in the grim fatalism born of the disappoint
the stadium. ments of forty coaching years.
Big Nick Judson, Lakeside’s great
pass-catching end, had come up into the UT something went wrong with the
play to take out the Seaboard safety
man. Apparently late in noticing this
B play. The helpless looking W illy
Sims suddenly went into reverse, mov
new threat, Sims seemed to hesitate ing back from the line. Judson veered,
while the big wingman bore down on bumped him while off balance and Sims
him. Corliss buried his face in his seemed to push him away as if he were a
hands, unable to watch any more. distasteful object—right into the path of
He looked up just in time to see the the in-cutting Red Sauntry. Both Lake
165-pound Sims, with a quarter of a ton side players went down in a crashing
of racing bone and gristle almost on top tangle of arms and legs while Sims
of him, make a tentative, almost fright looked on with a distressed air.
ened stab toward the sidelines in front “ Rotten luck, old fellow,” came the
of the runner. Moving low to the safety man’s clipped, rather high ac
ground, Nick Judson went for him with cents. “ Such a nice run, too.” He bent
both legs driving. and helped the Green passer to his feet,
i
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itors’ forty, where W illy Sims circled daintily and without much apparent hur
under it and Coach Corliss groaned ry, pick a path right through the mid
again. dle of the disorganized Lakeside eleven.
“ He’ll fumble it when they hit him,” A nest of tacklers caught up with him
he groaned. And Nick Judson and on the thirty, but he went this way and
Hubey Kent, the other Green end, were then that way and faked a lateral pass.
on either side of W illy, poised to grind Then, just as everyone else on the field
him to mincemeat. W illy, under the eased up, thinking him stopped, he broke
ball, appeared unconcerned by the fate away and took off for the Green goal line
about to be visited upon him. He might in fully cry. Sauntry made a desperate
have been at practice. sprint to catch him in the last five yards,
“ The nerve of that kid—oh, oh! Get but W illy, looking over his shoulder and
that!” The sports writer shouted this as grinning, pulled himself clear in the
he jumped to his feet. For at the last nick of time and went over untouched.
possible moment W illy had lifted his “ He’s not supposed to carry the ball!”
right hand for a fair catch. cried Corliss.
T oo late the Green ends sought to stop “ Tsk, tsk!” said Wheate as the coach,
their tackles. They may have succeeded in a fury of frustration, summoned Bay-
in slowing them up a little—but from the liss, as W illy, instead o f kicking the ex
sidelines it didn’t look so. At any rate tra point, ran it over. But something
they both hit W illy and tumbled him made him hold his hand. And when the
hard to the turf—for which they drew a home team scored again within five min
fifteen-yard penalty which put the ball utes as Lakeside fell apart and W illy
on the visitors’ twenty-five despite pro connected with two long passes, he evi
longed and vehement protests. dently decided to let W illy stay in.
This time, before calling the play,
W illis motioned Sauntry in closer and, HE final score of the contest was 31
when the safety man failed to comply,
dropped a short looping pass into the
T to 14, with the Seaboard cohorts and
W illy out in front. Sherman Wheate
vacant area—a pass which A1 Morton decided to interview the one-man star of
snagged safely and ran to the nine. the game. He got a chance to talk with
The stands were screaming, but went W illy that evening at his fraternity
silent as W illy paused and cupped a fin house, a national society of which the
ger to his ear, apparently listening to the writer was also a member. W illy was
now almost apoplectic Sauntry. At any alone in his room, studying.
rate almost every one of the sixty-odd “ W hy a r e n ’ t y o u downstairs?”
thousand present heard W illy, Wheate asked him, referring to the
“ Oh, no, Red,” he caroled. “ You’ve dance which was going full blast below.
already had two chances. You wouldn’t “ W ell, Mr. Wheate,” said W illy, who
ask me to give you a third?” proved to be an unexpectedly good
And he trotted back into the huddle— looking young man in non-football
just in time to get a five-yard penalty clothes. “ I’ve got to keep my marks up
for delaying the game. He tried to pro and I can dance all my life. Arthur
test that the penalty should have gone Murray takes them on at any age.”
against the visitors since Sauntry had “ And you’d rather play football now?
been responsible, and drew another. On Is that it?”
the bench Coach Corliss died more than “ Football’s all right,” W illy said, and
a little. the grin he did not quite hide revealed
“ Take it easy, Ty, the kid knows what his understatement. “ It’s a great thing
he’s doing,” said Wheate, putting a re to play under a man like Mr. Corliss. He
straining hand on his suffering friend’s certainly is wonderful as a character
shoulder. Corliss ran a hand through his builder.”
hair. “ He’s a fine old man,” said Wheate,
“ If he does he’s the only one,” he said. wondering whether or not he ought to
“ N o-o-o-o!” take the hide off this brash youth.
He was on his feet shouting protests “ A living course in press relations,”
and encouragement at once as his prob said Sims, dead-faced. Then he nodded
lem quarterback proceeded to take the toward the books. “ It’s great to meet
ball, fake a pass to Morton, then almost you, Mr. Wheate, but I’ve got to get at
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this pre-med. It takes long enough to this under wraps.”
be a doctor if you rush.” They saw plenty that afternoon. They
Baffled, the writer went downstairs saw W illy take the opening kickoff be?
and out to the nearest convivial tap- hind his own goal line, take off slowly
room, there to get into an argument with as his interference formed, veer east,
a history professor on the decadence and then half west as it was shattered by
disrespectfulness of m o d e r n y o u t h inrushing defenders, shake loose from a
and that of the children of Nero’s time. tackier who grabbed a leg and go all the
It was quite a session, for Wheate was way to score.
not used to having his kindly advances Tackled by three of Central’s orange-
rebuffed by young athletes. jersey ed performers as he crossed the
Yet late the following morning, he line, they saw him get up, shaken, and
filed a Monday column whose chief miss the point after touchdown. But
topic was W illy. He was not alone in the phenomenon o f an unpoised W illy
this, for other scribes had come to life was forgotten as Central came roaring
on the subject of the Seaboard quarter* back twice in the rest o f the half to
back, but Wheate was the only man to pile up a lead of 13 to 6.
praise him, not for his unexpectedly un “ W ell, Sherm, what do you think?”
veiled runs and passes but for his genius said a writer to Wheate. The columnist
at driving the opposition batty and low shook his head and put his field glasses
ering its playing ability. back in their case and started the long
-~ Out of fairness to the youth, his per descent to the field house at the open end
sonal comments were reserved. And, of the stadium. He was puzzled. Not
after calling up T y Corliss and bidding once had he seen W illy do his aggravat
the coach farewell, Wheate took off by ing stuff, *
plane for Chicago, where the Bears and
E HAD been playing brilliantly,
the Green Bay Packers were putting on
one of their Sunday specials.
Wednesday found him in southern
H both on offense and defense, but
he had shown no signs of the chatter and
California, where a late-session tennis freshness which had so upset Lakeside
tournament was under way with the the week before. Wheate wondered if
Australian Davis Cup team putting on a T y Corliss had ordered him to keep his
farewell performance. mouth shut and how he had enforced it
On Thursday he was in New Orleans, if he had.
where the big-time winter golf tourna In the Seaboard dressing room he
ment circuit was being again breathed found a strangely silent W illy standing
into life and the field was still chasing close by Doc Prentiss, the trainer, as he
Ben Hogan. And Saturday, to his con bandaged the ankle of a wincing line
siderable surprise, found him back at man. The quarterback n o d d e d t o
Seaboard for the intersectional game Wheate politely, but said no words of
with Central University. greeting and went on watching the
This time he shunned the bench for trainer’s technique. Wheate was about
the press box atop the big stadium. All to accost W illy when T y Corliss spotted
around him the newsmen were discuss Wheate. The coach seemed not a whit
ing W illy Sims and his newfound ability put out by being behind at the half.
to pick up the ball and run with it. W illy “ Sims is really showing his stuff to
had apparently been sounding off in a day, isn’t he?” said the coach. He was
pre-game interview. beaming. “ Watch him this half.”
“ And I’ve been thinking all along he “ He seems a little—toned down,” said
was just lucky,” said a news service cor Wheate.
respondent. “ And I feel ten years younger,” the
“ Did you ever see a kid with more mentor commented. “ I don’t mind tell
nerve?” asked a writer from one o f the ing you now, Sherm, that I didn’t like
New York papers. the sort of thing he was doing. In my
“ Well, let’s see if he can live up to the day at Yale we went out and played foot
billing he and the Old Man gave him,” ball without psychological trimmings. I
said a third reporter. “ They’re really never have been able to—well, approve
going to turn him loose today. Good old of them.”
T y 1 Trust him to have something like “ That’s fine,” said the columnist a
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trifle too heartily. Old Ty, he thought, came together and then W illy, who was
had better wake up to what year it was. wearing his headgear, was patting the
As he turned to go back to the press gigantic Tidewater captain in encourag
booth, he saw W illy regarding both of ing fashion while Murray tried vainly to
them with an odd gleam in his dark eyes. shake him off. By his red face he was
He wondered what would happen in the obviously flustered.
second half. “ I wonder if he planned it,” murmured
Plenty did. W illy ran wild. Taking the columnist, chuckling as the confused
the ball on almost every offensive play Scarlet captain called to receive, which
and using A1 Morton as a decoy, he ran was an obvious error since there was a
and passed and punted for thirty long h eavy w in d s w e e p in g le n g th w is e
minutes of play—and barely managed to through the stadium.
tie the score in the last five minutes of “ W ho knows?” C o r l i s s muttered,
play by flipping a pass to a substitute shaking his head wearily. “ And after
left end and booting the point after last week when everything went so
touchdown himself. well.”
Seaboard, still unbeaten, had been tied. “ Except that you didn’t win,” said
But since Central rated as a real power Wheate sharply.
in the football world, the surprise team
ORLISS, his old friend, looked at
of the year was still well in the running
for a bowl bid which would cap T y Cor
liss’ career nicely. That is, they would
C him quickly, then subsided.
“ Maybe you’re right,” he muttered.
be if they won the rest of their games— “ But is it football? That’s all I want to
for which they would need the W illy know—is it football?”
Sims of the Lakeside contest. “ Walter Eckersall used to think so,”
Wheate pondered the problem more said Wheate. “ And so did Buell and
than he had intended, as he covered the others. Only a few of them were ever
finals o f a squash tournament, an ice able to do it—that’s why you don’t see
hockey opening and a major prize fight it more often. For my book it’s quick
during the week. He wondered if the thinking in any sport.”
young quarterback, after scoring his first Seaboard kicked off with the wind be
touchdown and receiving unwonted hind it, deep into the Scarlet end zone,
plaudits in the press, was not suffering where the ball was grounded. As the
from a simple case of swollen skull. teams lined up Wheate could hear W il
But, despite his brusque self-assur ly’s shrill voice calling to Hunk Murray
ance, W illy had not impressed the col and telling him again that he was truly
umnist as the type to have his head very sorry for having bumped heads
turned so easily. He sensed a problem with him.
of some sort and, since problems were Murray, in position to receive the ball
his meat and drink, he was at the big from center, looked up and almost
Tidewater Bowl the following Saturday missed the pass, which led him by a
to see Seaboard face its toughest rival of good two feet. He stumbled, trying to
the season in the big Scarlet with its regain his balance, and fell easy prey to
bone-crushing, feather-passing s t a r , an inrushing Seaboard left end, who
Hank “ Hunk” Murray. tossed the Scarlet star for a five-yard
He decided once more to sit on the loss.
bench in an effort to see things at close “ Did I bother you?” W illy yelled as
quarters, and was in his place beside the the big fellow picked himself up. “ I’m
Old Man in time for the coin toss be sorry, but I really meant to.”
fore the game. He saw his problem Murray stopped and turned on his
back, W illy, who had been named as tormentor, but no words would come. He
captain for the day according to Coach could only stand there and stutter. A
Corliss’ system, walk out on the field to moment later he got off a tremendous
shake hands with the towering Murray, booming punt, but the wind caught it
the Scarlet captain, who stood easily six and pulled it back to the midfield stripe.
feet five inches in his socks. W illy, gauging the bounce correctly, let
The official flipped the coin and both it drop and had the satisfaction of seeing
men, after calling it, bent to see what it it roll eight yards toward the Scarlet
was. There was a thock as their heads goal line before a desperate enemy for
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ward could cover it. W hile Coach Corliss again hid his
Tidewater, which had evidently scout eyes, the big Blue ace caught the ball,
ed Seaboard in thorough fashion the looked at it foolishly, then trotted
jveek before, was laying for W illy, but across the goal line—an easy chore, for
it wasn’t W illy who did the carrying to there were no scarlet-jerseyed players
day. Instead he fed the ball to Al Mor in position to stop him. A moment later
ton on the first offensive play. Al, big, it was 14 to 0 in Seaboard’s favor.
burly and fast, went roaring through on “ Both of those rate as Willy-touch
a behind-the-line lateral while most of downs,” said Sherm Wheate, thus coin
Tidewater vainly pursued W illy. He ing a phrase which he resolved to spring
got all the way to the enemy nineteen in his next day’s column. “ He’s the
before he was downed. smartest lad on a football field I ever
Five gruelling plays later Morton saw. Where’d you get him, Sherm?”
punched the ball over and, seconds “ He just turned up here,” said the
thereafter, W illy kicked the extra point coach absently. “ I don’t think I ever
to give Seaboard, the visitov, a 7 to 0 saw anyone like him.”
lead. W illy ’s ability to rile the opposi “ You and me both,” said the columnist.
tion had paid off in quick order against
a foe who was rated far superior to the UT that ended the easy scoring for
visiting Blue.
For the first period it was all Sea
B the day. Tidewater, a truly able
team, got hold of itself during the sec
board. On the kick-off return, after the ond quarter and began to take over the
opening touchdown, it was W illy who game. W illy, apparently sensing that
brought Hunk Murray to earth on his the time for badinage was past, settled
own forty-five after it began to look as down to play grim, tough football along
if the score would soon be tied. Politely with the rest of the Old Man’s team. He
W illy helped him up, appearing highly diagnosed plays, knocked down passes,
solicitous. Then, suddenly, Murray occasionally made tackles in his safety
swung at him. position.
“ What’s the idea, Murray?” the ref He should have been half dead by half
eree asked, pushing his way between the time, but outside of an incipient shiner
players. “ W hy the slugging?” and a slight panting for breath, he ap
“ Don’t ask me,” said W illy innocent parently was fresh as ever. He was
ly. “ I only asked him how his head scowling over a field goal which Tide
was.” water had managed to place-kick across
“ He made it sound as if I didn’t have just before the half-time gun sounded.
any,” growled the aggrieved Scarlet ace. “ If we hadn’t let ’em get into the cen
The referee gave him a look, picked up ter of the field—” he mourned. Coach
the ball and paced fifteen yards off Corliss grinned.
toward the Tidewater goal, putting the “ After forty yards out?” he queried.
ball on the twenty. “ No, they were lucky. You can’t expect
“ One more deal like that and you’re them to boot fifty-yard placements.”
out of the game,” he told Murray. “Let’s “Just the same, Coach,” said Sims,
see which one of you was right.” walking beside the mentor as they moved
Murray, outraged and bewildered, toward the locker room, “ I wonder if we
mangled a couple of plays to lose nine couldn’t have our ends play wider de
more yards before the Tidewater coach fense.”
yanked his star and put in a substitute Wheate, who had not been invited to
who kicked. And again the wind short attend this between-the-halves session,
ened the punt. grinned. He liked the spirit with which
W illy caught it on the home forty- young Sims went after a football game.
seven, laying well back and then tearing The kid hated to lose, but the columnist
up to take it on the dead run, thus leav suspected that he could take it like a
ing the Tidewater ends gaping foolishly sportsman. He did his winning within
at each other. Then, as he was about to the rules—his trick was to use them a bit
be tackled, he stopped, yelled at Al Mor more smartly than the other guy.
ton, who was halfway across the field, This time Seaboard received as the
just getting up after throwing a block, second half opened and big Al Morton
and tossed him a long overhand lateral. made a fine runback to the Blue thirty-
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eight. But now the home forwards had up, came down deep into Blue territory
the jump on the visitors and Morton was with what looked like irresistible force.
forced to kick when three line plays “ In for Bayliss, Sims,” said Corliss re
failed to gain more than four yards. luctantly as the ball was advanced to the
Now the wind was against Seaboard Seaboard twenty-two and another first
and Morton’s boot was short. Big Hunk down for the home team.
Murray caught the ball on the dead run “ Be of good cheer— W illy ’s here,”
and bowled over a pair of Blue players Sims caroled as he moved into position.
who tried to bring him down. He headed The remark drew a laugh from his team
for the sidelines, rumbling along like a mates and a scowl from Hunk Murray,
Pershing tank, and stiff-armed two other then a look o f surprise. For W illy, on
would-be tacklers. his own initiative, had traded places with
It was up to W illy. This time there A1 Morton and was backing up the line
was no blocker to play against the run with center Don Reade.
ner and he moved in against the much “ Take it easy, Hunk,” he yelled. “ I
bigger man without hesitating. The don’t want*to get hurt.” He waved an
crash of contact was sickening as big encouraging hand at the Scarlet ace, who
and little man collided head on, but the took the ball from his quarterback as if
big man went down in a jarring fall on he intended to crush it and came roar
the Blue forty-two. ing into the Blue line right at W illy.
He got up, grinning a little as if he
IL L Y looked at first like a spec
had got some of his own back against
this annoying pest from Seaboard. And
then he saw that Sims didn’t rise, but
W tator. Then, as the big fullback
went churning past, he dived in quickly
lay stretched out on the turf like a and the two of them performed a pin-
corpse. He bent over him and yelled for wheel on the cold turf. When it was
the trainer, his own face going pale. over, Murray had gained five yards but
“ Don’t bother,” said W illy, jumping W illy had the ball. Luckily the referee
spryly to his feet and grinning. “ Just was on top o f the play or there would
thought I’d take a little nap.” He have been bloodshed.
looked Murray over, grinned and shook “ Want some more points, kids?” W illy
his head. “ Golly, but you’re a fine big asked the enemy as he prepared to call
specimen of American manhood.” Then signals. He received no answer. Undis
he turned and walked away, yelling en couraged, he held onto the ball in his T
couragement to his own men. formation and spun, racing back toward
Murray stalked back to his place in his own goal line.
the Scarlet lineup like a man in a night “ He’s gone crazy, passing that deep!”
mare. He fumbled on the next play and moaned Corliss.
a teammate barely recovered. He was “ He’s not crazy—or is he?” replied
yanked and it was the second-string Wheate. For the Seaboard signal caller
backfield that put over a Tidewater didn’t stop and pivot to throw a pass.
touchdown late in the third quarter Instead he kept right on going and
when one of A1 Morton’s punts was touched the ball down behind his own
blocked close to the Blue goal line. This goal line, making the score 14 to 12 in
put the score of the game at 14 to 10 in favor o f the Blue.
favor of Seaboard. “ And with more than ten minutes left
W illy, who was on the bench when to play,” said Corliss. “ This is too much.”
this threat developed, pleaded with Cor He summoned Bayliss and told the sub
liss to put him back in there. stitute to go back in and take over.
“ I’ll sew them up tight and deliver But when Bayliss went in, W illy re
them to you in a sack,” he told the Old fused to accept the substitution. As
Man. “ Honest, coach, I’ve got their captain, even temporary captain, of the
number. They can’t do this to us now.” team, he had technical right to overrule
But, while Corliss hesitated, it began the coach on a substitution and he used
to look very much as if they could. The it. Corliss simply looked at Wheate.
Blue was forced to kick again just be “ In forty-eight years of football as
fore the quarter ended and again the player and coach I never saw it happen
wind made it short. Tidewater, with a before,” he said, incredulous.
revived Hunk Murray back in the line “ W ell, there has to be a first time for
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everything,” said Wheate encouragingly. he clapped W illy on the back. “ But you
Then, “ H ey ! What’s he doing—giving and the rest of the boys have done a
them two more?” fine job for Seaboard and-—yes, for me
“ I can’t look,” said Coach Corliss. as well.”
And once again, W illy had started “ Young man,” said Wheate, catching
back toward his own goal line, apparent W illy as, embarrassed, he ducked away,
ly headed for another safety which “ I want to ask you some questions.”
would knot the count. Back he went, “ Hello, Mr. Wheate.” His tone was
never looking behind him, back to the respectful. “ Nothing was working, so
ten, the five, the one. we had to do some—”
Then, suddenly, he turned and threw “ That’s not what I want to know,
—a long pass that went soaring over the W illy,” said the columnist. “ First, what
heads of the players of both teams. Far happened to you last week? W hy did
down the field, uncovered by the be you hog the ball? Did you have a taste
wildered Scarlet secondary, raced A1 of headline sickness?”
Morton. He got under it with a leap, “ Gosh, no, sir,” said W illy. “ A1 Mor
gathered it in over his shoulder and went ton sprained his ankle the week before
all the way. With the extra point it and I was taking care of it for him. I’m
gave Seaboard a fat 21-to-12 lead. a pre-med as I told you. W e didn’t want
* And with the wind again behind them, Coach to know. He’s a grand old gentle
W illy and Don Reade and A1 Morton man, sir, but he has too many friends like
and the rest of the Blues saw that the you among the press.”
highly touted home team never had an “ And that’s why you were a bit—er—
other chance. They stopped two Scarlet brusque with me when I called on you?”
threats by intercepting passes and were Wheate asked.
threatening to score again as the final “ Yes, sir. I felt rotten about it, but
gun went off. I’d promised A1 and the rest o f the boys
In the locker room, afterward, Sher to keep mum.”
man Wheate came in on W illy’s explana “ I understand. You’re a great gang.
tion of the international safety. But one more thing, W illy—why didn’t
“ Nothing was working, Coach, so we you talk up the game last week?”
had to do something to ball them up,” he “ Why, sir, I got bopped on the Adam’s
said. “ I figured they weren’t sure apple on that first kickoff runback and
whether I was crazy or not, so I decided couldn’t speak above a whisper,” said
to make them sure. That safety and W illy. Suddenly he grinned. “ It was
then refusing a substitute sold them. the worst couple of hours I ever spent.
They were ripe for the pass on the next W hew !”
play.” “ I think I understand that too,” said
“ W e didn’t play it that way in my the columnist as W illy headed for the
day,” said the old coach gruffly. Then showers.
O VER the years the Rose Bowl has acquired unequaled stature as
the most important of post-season intersectional contests. And some
of the following records, typical of the brilliant play the games have
produced since they were inaugurated back in 1902, make its fame
understandable.
Record kickoff runback— 103 yds, AI Hoisch, UCLA vs Illinois, 1947.
Record yardage from scrimmage— 170 yds, W illy Heston, Michigan vs Stanford, 1902
Record pass yardage— 163 yds, Saunders, USC vs Pittsburgh, 1930.
Record N o. passes thrown— 24, Workman, Ohio State vs USC, 1921.
Record N o. passes complete— 12, Albert, Stanford vs Nebraska, 1941.
Record N o. passes caught— 6, tie between Stincomb, Ohio State, 1921, and Hutson, Alabama vs
Stanford, 1935.
Coupled with such pressure-made catastrophes as Roy Riegels’ wrong-way run back
in 1929, these achievements have helped to put the Rose Bowl on top. *
a novelet b y JOSEPH KENNEY
CH A PTER I because of his looks, nor the fact that the
clothes he wore were all wrong. A lgon
The Chipped Shoulder quin wasn’t that kind of a school. The
University had its share of rich men’s
OEY W ILSO N was a mucker. No sons, but it also had its contingent of
W i l s o n s e n t him down
w ith a d riv in g tackle
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time before his turn to be interviewed strained that hot day by the seemingly
had arrived. It was a warm September deliberate obtuseness o f the incoming
day and the crowded office was close to students.
stifling. Joey had lon| since removed “ Mr. Wilson,” she snapped, “ believe
his coat and when he hit the interview me when I say I'm not going through
er’s desk, the violently striped shirt he this task for amusement or curiosity
wore was plastered to his powerful concerning your private affairs. These
frame with perspiration. questions and answers are required by
The girl doing the interviewing raised the faculty of this university and,
her well-bred eyebrows at the sight of tedious though it might be answering
the coatless Joey and that soaking wet them, most of the young men whom I’ve
shirt. Strictly speaking, Joey had been interviewed, ’til now, have been gentle
the most sensible man in the crowd that men enough to bear with me.”
waited, by removing that jacket. But Joey leaned back in his chair and
the fact remained that nobody else had scowled more deeply.
taken off his coat, nor had anybody “ Meanin’ I’m no gentleman, huh?” he
pulled the knot of his necktie down and asked. “ Well, that’s okay with me, sister.
opened his collar. Where I come from, the job I’ve been
The black-haired man caught the look doin’, a gentleman wouldn’t last five
the Assistant Registrar gave him and minutes. I came to Algonquin to learn
dealt the young lady a scowl that made something, but one o f the things I want
his unbeatable face uglier. “ Whazza mat to learn ain’t how to be a little gentle
ter?” he demanded, without preliminar man. I’ve got no use for that stuff.”
ies. “ You expect a guy to wear a tux, As has been remarked, the Registrar’s
while he’s waitin’ for you make up your office was crowded and Joey W ilson’s
mind to talk to him and get this business voice was loud. Before he had finished
over with?” that interview—and it was suspected
“ I beg your pardon?” said the girl be that that Assistant Registrar rushed
hind the desk, in a cool, rising voice. things a bit toward the end—everybody
“ Granted,” Joey said, bluntly. “ Now within earshot knew Joey had nothing
let’s get on with this bushwah so I can but contempt for gentlemen and their
get outta here and get some fresh air. manners. They knew, too, that Wilson
I filled out a dozen questionnaires, I had been raised in the oil fields and had
guess, before I ever came to this joint worked there all his life, except for a
and still I have to answer some ’more. four-year hitch in the Army where, to
About the only thing I haven’t told you quote Joey, he was meanest sergeant in
people is about my birth-marks, and I the toughest platoon in the most rugged
haven’t got any.” company of the roughest regiment o f the
The Assistant Registrar smothered most hard-boiled division under General
whatever it was she wanted to say and George C. Mar'shall.
went on with the task at hand, using a When he came out of the interviewer’s
voice calculated to chill a Hottentot. office, he looked around at the students,
Joey was unimpressed by the freeze boys and girls, who were waiting their
treatment. He answered the questions in turn. His wide mouth crooked into a
a brusque, almost surly voice, interspers mirthless grin as he jerked a thumb back
ing his remarks with loud reminders that toward the Assistant Registrar.
he had answered that identical question “ Get her,” he invited the others. “ She
several times in his written question asks me what kinda hobbies I got.
naires. Hobbies! I told her it was ridin’ a
“ What’d you people do, lose my rec wiggle-stick over a fishtail drill, and she
ords?” he asked, once. “ Like the Army, puts it down, like it was playin’ tennis or
you prob’ly lost all those papers I filled something. What a laugh!”
out as soon as you got ’em. And what A few of the more nervous Freshmen
difference does it make what I did back responded with uncertain grins, but most
when I was a kid? I’m here now, ain’t I, of the people in the anteroom gave Joey
and if I flunk, I get tossed out and if I Wilson stares that were as unfriendly as
don’t, I stay, regardless of what’s on the Assistant Registrar’s voice had been.
those dopey cards you’re fillin’ out.” Joey swept the room with his cold eyes
The Assistant Registrar had a temper, again and shrugged his shoulders. It
too, and one which had been sorely was as though he acknowledged that fact
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that these people thought he had acted suspicion of a sneer. “ Well, you don’t
badly and was letting them know he look any different from me from where I
didn’t care what they thought then, or stand. As far as me crawlin’ back to
would think in the future. Then he gave the walk, it’d take a lot more than you
a short laugh and walked out, his coat guys could offer to make me.”
slung over his shoulder, his shoulders The three Juniors looked at each other,
powerful under that striped shirt. a mournful expression on their faces.
“ Shall we?” one asked.
E RAN afoul upperclassmen before
H he reached the Freshman dormitory
he had been assigned. That happened
“ I’m afraid,” said a second, with a sigh,
“we have to.”
"Alley-oop,” said the third, and they
when he cut across the lawn in front of descended on Joey Wilson with a rush.
Ashley Hall, disregarding the KEEP The Freshman from the oil fields put
OFF signs scattered over the carefully up a good fight. Everybody who wit
manicured expanse of green. nessed the fracas—and the commotion
Now, crossing the lawns at Algonquin seemed to draw the entire student body
was a prerogative reserved strictly for to the lawn in front of Ashley Hall—was
Seniors and Juniors and had been fo: forced to admit that if Joey had been
ages. Even the doughty Sophomore at meeting just one Junior, or even two,
Algonquin kept carefully to the walks, the results would have been different.
no matter how late he was for a class, But he had no chance, really, against the
and for a Freshman to set foot on the three giants who climbed on him; kick
grass was a major offense. Joey had and punch and batter and brawl though
taken no more than half a dozen strides he might. The Juniors did not use their
before he was hailed. fists, as much as Joey must have tempted
“ Freshman!” barked a deep voice. “ Re them with his own short, hard, chopping
trace your steps, on your hands and blows. They contented themselves with
knees!” gathering him up, one on each leg and
Joey turned to see three men, each one the third and largest holding his writh
as big as he, standing some twenty feet ing shoulders, and carrying him back to
away, glaring at him. The Freshman the sidewalk, there to dump him un-
from the oil fields stuck out his lower lip gently on the pavement.
and scowled back. Joey scrambled to his feet, panting,
“ You speakin’ to me?” he demanded. the gaudy shirt ripped at a shoulder
“ That’s the general idea,” one of the seam, the loosened tie in shreds, the
trio replied. “ Get down on your hands knees of his trousers grass-stained, his
and knees and crawl back to that walk.” flat face red with rage and exertion.
Wilson put his hands on his hips and “ I’ll get you guys,” he bellowed.
thrust his head forward a bit. “ Some day when there aren’t three of
“ Are you guys nuts?” he asked. you, I’ll make up for this!”
"Whaddaya mean, crawl?” The tallest of the three Juniors, the
The three big men moved closer. one who had carried his head, stepped
“ Maybe you didn’t read the Freshman forward with a grin and put out his hand.
Rules,” one of them said. “ Forget it, Freshman,” he said. “ You
Joey made an impatient motion with did all right, whatever your name is. No
one big hand. “ Oh, them,” he snorted, hard feelings, huh?”
“ They gave me a little book about what I Joey Wilson stared down at the prof-
was supposed to do and what I wasn’t ferred hand and then spit, dangerously
ssupposed to do. It didn’t make sense to close to the Junior’s shoe.
me. I threw it away.” “ Nuts to that stuff,” he grumbled.
There was a deep silence and then one “ Nobody does something like that to
of the trio said, heavily: “ He threw it Joey Wilson and then wiggles out of the
away.” beatin’ that’s cornin’ to him with that
“ Sure I threw it away,” Joey said, bel let’s-be-friends bushwah.”
ligerently. “ And as far as walkin’ on the The Junior flushed and pulled back his
grass goes, how about you guys? You’re hand. His companions tightened their
walkin’ on the grass, aren’t you?” faces and stared at Joey with cold eyes.
“ W e’re Juniors,” the tallest o f the The spokesman for the trio hesitated and
three explained. “ There’s a difference.” then forced a humorless smile to his
“ Yeah?” Joey Wilson asked, with the lips.
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“ Any way you want it, Freshman,” they had not given him the educational
he said. “ But I don’t think you’re going background he needed at Algonquin. He
to have a very good time here at Algon soon found that his position was un
quin with that kind of an attitude.” enviable. Accustomed to strut, boast,
“ Don’t worry about me,’’Joey growled. sneer and scowl on the campus, he dis
“ I’ll get along. I’ve been lookin’ after covered himself a mucft less self-con
myself long enough to get by without fident, forceful character in the class
any help from the likes of you.” room. A few experiences of stuttering
and stumbling his way through a recita
ND that was how Joey Wilson tion, to the accompaniment of barely
A operated at Algonquin, those first
weeks and months. He made it plain
smothered snickers from the other
students, proved to Joey that—in his
from the start that he regarded all the mind—there was only one way to shut
other young men, the Freshmen who ob up these mugs, and that was by being
served the social amenities, followed the twice as good in the classroom as the
rules and steered clear of conflict with best of the “little gentlemen.”
the upperclassmen and the faculty* as So he became a grind, and one o f the
slightly ridiculous, on the sissy side. greasiest grinds on the Algonquin
He made no friends among the other campus, at that. He might, show up at
Freshmen. He showed absolutely no early classes with dark circles under his
interest in the co-eds. Campus activities eyes and his face lined with weariness,
interested him not at all. He carried on but his lessons were always letter-per
relentless warfare against recognized fect and his professors, if nobody else
upperclassman authority and there were at Algonquin, beamed on him. Some of
a good many scuffles during those early his profs might be irritated by that
days. Joey won most of those tussles, belligerent, insubordinate manner of his,
but in winning them he lost his chance but that irritation faded when Joey, ut
to be accepted as another Algonquin tering every word as though he were is
man. He earned the name of “ Bolo” suing a defy to the world at large, made a
which, on the Algonquin campus meant flawless analysis of some problem or
a rebel who flung his weight around in turned in an impeccable paper.
the wrong way, who took pleasure in Some instructors took it upon them
kicking old Algonquin customs and man selves to compliment Joey in front of his
ners in the teeth. There had not been class. For their pains they got only a
many “ Bolos” at Algonquin and those sneering grin, before Wilson swept his
who had appeared on the campus invari slate-gray eyes over the rest of the room,
ably left the school for more congenial as though daring somebody to say that
surroundings long before graduation. all this commendation ^asn’t deserved.
“ That’s Joey Wilson, the Bolo,” the “ Can’t understand the boy,” one pro
co-eds used to whisper, when he fessor confided to another at the Faculty
swaggered past the Campus Shoppe. Club, one day. “ Works his head off, is
“ He’s horrible— I’m in his trig class. Big probably one of the most brilliant
mouth and the manners of a pig.” students I’ve got, and yet it always seems
“ W ell,” another student would chime to me that he hates me and the other
in, “ he won’t last long at Algonquin.” students, the whole school. Interesting.”
Somehow, by devious ways, those “ A bolo, I’ve heard,” grunted the pro
whisperings predicting his early de fessor’s colleague. “ I ’ve seen ’em make
parture from Algonquin, got back to a big flash in the pan before, but they
Joey Wilson. When he heard the story, never last long. He won’t be back next
he barked a harsh laugh and thrust out year, mark my words.”
his undershot jaw.
“ Yeah?” he demanded. “ I’d like to see
the guy or guys that could make me quit CH APTER II
this place before I’m ready to quit. And
that’s gonna be when I get my diploma.” On the Line
He found the going admittedly tough
in the classroom, from the start. What
ever schools he might have attended in HE semester was not very old before
the oil fields might have been all right in
their class, but Joey soon discovered that
TthetheAlgonquin
call went out for candidates for
football team. The school.
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was not in the big-time, though it once the school’s most exclusive fraternity or
had been booked against Notre Dame, was a member of the Commons Club. It
Alabama, Kentucky and Illinois. A de was a place where a little gold football
emphasis program had cut the Algonquin dangling from a key ring or a watch
club from the high-powered schedules chain was one o f the most precious pos
and now the team played in a smaller sessions available to man.
league against teams that, at one time, Joey Wilson recognized this fact. He
would have been scorned as opening-day might sneer at the idolatry showered on
trial horses. the Algonquin football giants, but he
Still, the football spirit was high at knew, at the same time, that if he in
Algonquin, despite the fact there were tended to keep his position as superior
no football scholarships, no proselyting to this mob of gentlemanly jerks, he
among the husky youths in the mines and would have to earn himself a place on
on the farms, no high-salaried coaching, the team.
no Bowl ambitions. Nowadays, the A l “ And that,” he said aloud, on one occa
gonquin student body thought as much sion, “ shouldn’t be too tough, considerin’
of winning a game from State Teachers the pat-on-the-wrist guys I have to beat
as, in years past, they had thought of out for the job.”
upsetting a highly-favored Minnesota
team. The pep rallies held on the eve of OACHING the Algonquin team was
the State University game were as wild
and as colorful as they had been when
C Heinie Metchler, an old-school
coach who had starred for Algonquin
Algonquin’s top opponent had been one back in the dim and distant past. Heinie
of the nation’s powerhouse teams, with kept the job because of his love for the
a Bowl bid hanging in the balance. old school, rather than the pay the job
There were many who thought that it brought him. There had been a time
was only by watching teams such as when he had turned down flattering
Algonquin in action that a real lover offers from other big universities, pre
of college football could see the game ferring to stay at Algonquin. Now, in
played as it was intended to be played. the days of the T-formation and its de
Several top-ranking sports columnists rivatives, the offers had ceased coming.
had said as much, after an afternoon of Heinie, in the words of his younger col
watching two mechanically perfect, im leagues, was a nice old guy, but hope
personal, machine-like squads go lessly out-dated.
through their uninspiring paces before “ W hy he’s still using the same men
a stadium packed with people more in on defense that he uses on offense,” the
terested in how many points they could coaches used to tell each other. “ He’s
get with their bet than in the boys who still making his substitutions one by one,
were fighting it out down there on the instead of a whole line or a whole back-
barred turf. field or a whole team.”
There was nothing impersonal about If Metchler ever heard these com
Algonquin football. The university ments, he paid no attention to them. He
might be a big place, with its engineer had had his fill of big-time ball, with its
ing and medical colleges, but the student accompanying razzle-dazzle, crass com
body knew each member of the team, mercialism, cynical semi-professional
either personally or through a classmate, ism. He had taken Algonquin teams to
a room-mate. If Joe Blow made a nice Bowl games and had seen them win. He
run against Thiel or Haverford or had looked at a 200-man squad turning
Ursinus, his classmates were on hand to out for Spring training, and less than
give Joe a pat on the back after the game. half that squad comprised of men who
And if Dick Roe hot-fingered a pass that were at Algonquin for any other purpose
would have scored against State Teach than to play football. He had watched
ers and won a game, Dick would get the the game taken further and further from
consoling he needed after the game with the students, until his heart had been
some chocolate malts at the Campus filled with disgust at himself and the
Shoppe. high-pressure alumni who backed this
Algonquin was one of the few schools new trend. And he had welcomed whole
left in the country where the captain heartedly the upheaval that had given
of the football squad was The Big Man the game back to the boys, that had
on the Campus, whether he belonged to stripped the carnival trappings from
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Algonquin football, that had banished at each other, and then Joey dropped his
the “ scholarship” strangers from the gaze.
campus. Heinie Metchler had settled “ W ell,” he said, and his voice was not
back contentedly to run out his days as blaring as it had been, “ I didn’t play
coaching small-time football—real foot football in high school or prep. I played
ball. some sandlot ball. It was mostly pick-up
He looked over the crop of newcomers stuff, but it was plenty rugged. When I
who turned out for that first day’s was in Japan, after V-J Day, the regi
practice and he smiled. A good bunch, ment got up a team and I played some
with plenty of husky men, and every one there, too.”
of them, he knew, a bona fide Algonquin “ What position?” Heinie asked.
student without a ringer among them. Joey shrugged his wide shoulders.
He ran his eyes over the small crowd, “ Line, mostly,” he said, “ but I didn’t
picking out a familiar face here, measur like it. I want to play in the backfield.
ing the build of a newcomer there, and I’ll make a better backfield man than
finally his eyes lit on Joey Wilson. any of these lah-da-dah guys I see out
Ah, he told himself, there was some here.”
thing that might turn out to be better Heinie Metchler rubbed his chin
than all right. The lad had the face of a speculatively, looking at the dour-
fighter, a sort of bulldog expression that browed boy in front of him. Big Boy
usually bespoke a tough tackle or a Drew, he remembered, had been a ter
rugged guard, even a plunging back, ribly hard man to handle when he had
Joey reminded old Heinie somewhat of first come out for the team. He, Heinie,
Big Boy Drew, Class of ’ 19, who had recalled that he nearly had missed hav
made Walter Camp’s All-American at ing one of football’s immortals on a team
tackle, when an All-American was some he coached; he had come close to bounc
thing beside a lineup picked by every ing Drew off the squad for insubordina
selffStyled expert in the country. Big tion before Big Boy finally came around
Boy Drew had had that same dark face, to the realization that while the rest of
that same grim determination, that same the world might be down on him, the
uncompromising intentness that had other members o f his own team were
carried him to the the ranks of football his friends.
s greats. “ W e’ll see,” Heinie said, briefly. “ I’ve
Later, when he had a chance to speak got eleven positions on that club that are
to Joey alone, Heinie asked his ques open. Without any Freshman rule, those
tions. “ Ever play any football before, positions are wide open to every man at
W ilson?” Algonquin who wants to try for them.”
“ A little,” Joey said. “ Not fancy-pants “ Save me a backfield spot, Coach,"
stuff, though, with all this paddin’ on us. Joey Wilson said. “ I’m sick of doin’ all
They don’t go much for helmets and the work in the line while somebody
harness in the oil fields.” else gets all the glad hand for goin’
“ High school?” Heinie asked. “ Or through the holes I made.”
prep?’ Heinie Metchler w a t c h e d Joey
Joey barked his harsh laugh. “ Be your swagger back to the group that was go
self,” he told the old coach. “ Do I look ing through limbering up exercises. The
like I been to prep school? Lawrence- Coach’s eyes were thoughtful as he saw
ville, maybe, or Exeter, huh? Naw, I Wilson join the others who were strain
didn’t go to prep school and I didn’t go ing and sweating on the turf, shedding
to High School, either. What schoolin’ I the pounds they had accumulated during
got, I got by a correspondence course, the summer under the hot September
and what’s wrong with that?” sun.
“ Plenty,” Heinie snapped back, “ if “ A mucker,” Heinie said, under his
they didn’t teach you to give a civil an breath. “ That’s what they called Drew
swer to a civil question.” when he first came here. Now, they speak
Joey’s eyes flared for a second as he of them as bolo’s, and I guess that’s what
stared at the coach. Heinie Metchler they’re callin’ that lad. But mucker or
may have been in his sixties but he had bolo, some o f them make mighty fine
a chin o f as solid granite as Joey’s and football men, like Drew. The trouble
his eyes could flash back as good as Joey was, that others o f that type wrecked a
sent. For a moment, the two men looked football club, annihilated teamwork, had
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half the squad fighting them instead of week and they’d have to be carried out
the other team. on a stretcher.”
“ And which kind, Mr. Joey W ilson,” “ Maybe,” Heinie said, briefly, “ but I
Heinie Metchler asked himself, “would don’t think they’d quit before theytried.”
you be?” A dull flush rose in Joey’s wide face.
“ W ho’s talkin’ about quittin’ ?” he asked.
T TOOK the coach only as long as it “ I just told you I wanted to be a back-
I took to go through the training pre
liminaries to find out which kind Joey
field man, not any dumb lineman.”
“ And I,” Heinie said, with a whip-
Wilson threatened to be at least. That crack of authority sounding through
happened when Metchler broke up the his words, “ say you’re going to be a line
candidates into two groups, one com man or nothing. I’ve watched your work
posed of line hopefuls and the other out there, Wilson, and I say you’re too
consisting of promising backfield men. slow for the backfield I want. You’re
And Joey W ilson found himself among probably even too slow to make a tackle,
the men slated to fight it out for the maybe not. But you ought to make a good
line positions. guard and you might make a good center.
While the others trooped dutifully I need a good center. So unless you want
off to the bucking machine, Joey de to call it quits now, with no hard feel
tached himself from the group and head ings, suppose you get back there with the
ed for Heinie Metchler. The scowl he others and go to work.”
habitually wore was deeper than usual Joey glared at the craggy features of
as he walked up to the white-haired the veteran coach. Heinie’s blue eyes
coach, stared back. W ilson’s glance moved to
“ What’s the idea?” he demanded. the side of the field. There, on the
“ What’s this business of putting me with bleachers that bordered the practice
those line dopes? I told you I wanted field, were half a hundred men and girls,
to be a backfield man. I had enough of all watching him.
shovin’ and pushin’ and gettin’ all the It was an Algonquin tradition that
beatin’ and none of the cheers.” each student attend at least one practice
Heinie surveyed the indignant young session a week, to let the team know
man calmly. that the school was with them every day
“ So it’s cheers you want, eh?” he during the season and not just on game
asked. “ You won’t play football unless Saturdays. Rain or shine, there always
the gallery is clapping hands, maybe.” was a group in the bleachers, dividing
Joey flung out a hand in furious ges their time by watching the more or less
ture. boring activities on the field, studying
“ Rats jo the gallery,” he said. “Those and carrying on mixed boy and co-ed bull
creeps that wave banners and go rah-rah- sessions.
rah don’t mean a thing to me. I just Joey had no doubts about his voice
don’t like the idea of doin’ all that work having carried to that small crowd in the
so’s somebody like that Wheeler guy or bleachers and he had the idea that
Samuelson or that big phoney, Iglehart, Heinie Metchler’s ultimatum hadn’t been
can show off with them long runs.” missed by many onlookers, either. There
Heinie nodded understanding^, a they sat, watching him, waiting for him
faint smile on his lips. to make his move—every one o f them,
“ I know how you feel,” he said, he suspected, hoping that he’d quit so
sympathetically. “ Whenever a boy they could spread the word around the
comes to me and tells me that line work campus that Bolo Wilson had quit the
is too tough for him, I tell him I know football team.
just how it is because I was a lineman His lip curled. He knew what kind
myself and I know how hard the job is. of a story some of them would make of
I give him a pat on the back and no hard it. They’d twist things so that it would
feelings when he quits.” look like he had dogged it, turned in his
Joey W ilson wrinkled his battened uniform because the going got too tough.
nose in derision. Those punks and their pretty-pretty
“ Hard work I” he jeered. “ Listen, dames would make with some yarns that
Coach, these guys don’t know what hard would give all the people who hated his
work is, none o f them. Put any one of nerve a chance to yuk-yuk to their
these jerks in the oil fields for one heart’s content.
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W ell, he had something to say about “ Yes,” Ross Iglehart said, reluctantly,
that, didn’t he? They might get a kick “ I guess you’ve got to give him that.”
out of him knuckling down under this
old goat who was coaching the team, but
they wouldn’t be able to spread fairy CH APTER III
stories about him dogging it. Not while
Joey Wilson had anything to do about it, The Sportsman
they wouldn’t.
“ Okay,” he told Heinie Metchler, sul
lenly, “ so I go out for the line. I guess HEY had to give that to Joey, every
you’re supposed to know what you’re
doin’.”
Ttionmanthough
on the squad. For, hate the posi
he might, Wison was de
“ And,” Heinie added without raising veloping into one o f the best centers that
his voice, “ you can do three laps around ever had put on an Algonquin uniform.
the field, after practice, for that crack.” He seemed to have a natural talent for
Joey Wilson bit back his retort, turned the job, both on offensive and defensive.
and jogged on down to the end of the W ith his team handling the ball, Joey
field where the linemen were straining could send the pigskin streaking back,
and pushing at the heavy blocking straight and true, to the hands of the
machine. Wordlessly; he took his place man elected to carry the oval. And
in the line and bent his broad shoulders hardly did the ball leave his hand—he
to the padding. Grunting, he began to was a single-handed snapper-back with
shove at the obstinate, cumbersome wide, splay-fingered mitts—before Joey
vehicle. was digging ahead, those stubby, power
ful legs churning; those wide shoulders
E HAD a pretty full schedule, did ramming, carrying everything before
H Joey, that fall. His studies were
coming a bit easier but there was still
them; his head down and tucked in the
belly of the opposing guard.
plenty of grinding to do to keep at the On defense, Joey played roving back
top of his class and there were too many er-up man with a cold, cruel singleness
nights when midnight bonged itself into of purpose—to get the man with the ball
history finding Wilson still huddled and to get him hard. Let the other
over his books. Every free daytime hour side’s backs feint and maneuver, Joey
was taken up with football practice. It was nearly always on the play, following
was not a schedule conducive to the the ball, shoving aside would-be block
light, gay pleasures of undergraduate ers, diving in with a crashing tackle
life. Under this regime, Joey grew more that almost inevitably stopped the ball
grim, more dour, more unfriendly. His carrier in his tracks. Joey seemed to
voice grew louder, his jeering remarks take a vicious pleasure in spilling the
grew more biting, his belligerent man with the ball a little more roughly
swagger more offensive. Day by day, he than the occasion demanded. In the
grew more completely the bolo. most informal practice session, he made
“ Some day,” Ross Iglehart said, in the each tackle a thunderous, jarring explo
field house after a scrimmage, “ I'm going sion. And his face wore a grin that was
to lay one on that bird. He’s been asking a little wider, though no warmer, when
for it ever since that first day we caught ever the man he dumped on the turf was
him walking across the lawn.” Ross Iglehart.
“ Relax,” Irv Samuelson counselled. If there was any reason for Joey’s
“ The guy just doesn’t know any better, bitter malignity against Iglehart, it prob
that’s all. He was born a bolo and a bolo ably was that the big back had been one
he’ll be till he leaves here. Which won’t of the three Juniors who had descended
be long.” on him when he was crossing the grass
“ I hope!” Iglehart added, fervently. in front of Ashley Hall that first day,
“ I’m sick of looking at that ugly mug just after Joey’s session with the Assist
and listening to that nasty tongue of ant Registrar. That and, perhaps, the
his.” foregone conclusion that Igelhart would
“ Still and all,” somebody said, be named captain o f the next year’s team.
thoughtfully, “that mucker is playing a Or perhaps it was that Ross was one of
heck of a lot of center. You’ve got to the most popular men on the campus, cer
give him that.” tainly the most handsome and, reputedly,
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the wealthiest. weak on substitutes. The way I get it,
Iglehart was everything that "Joey they’ve got some kind of epidemic going
Wilson was not. He had an easy, pleas on in their cattle barns and most o f the
ant manner that had made him a host of boys couldn’t get away. I offered to
friends from his first day at Algonquin. cancel but they insisted on going
His wardrobe set the pace for all clothes- through with it. W in the game, but I’m
minded Algonquins. His studies came not looking for any record score.”
easily, giving him plenty of time for the Joey had listened, the old twist on his
social life that Joey viewed from afar. mouth. That was the hooey, he told him
Ross’s feminine conquests were equalled self, privately. If these hicks insisted
only by his successes in student politics. on playing football, they had to expect
Joey Wilson came close to hating him. what they got, didn’t they? What kind
During practice sessions, it was Joey’s of a coach was it that told his men to
delight to stand up behind a line defend go easy on the other team on account of
ing against Iglehart’s backfield and y e ll: some cow catastrophe? The devil with
“ Pretty-Boy gets it this time, guys! that stuff.
Let’s smear Pretty-Boy!” Trelawny huddled and went into a
Coach Metchler put in a word on one single wing formation. Joey, backing
occasion. “ Let’s save the chatter for the up the line, waited, his arms tensed and
other teams,” he said. “ I want plenty of hooked, his thick body balanced on his
pepper but we can do without any name toes, waiting for the play to break. The
calling within the club.” ball went back. A Trelawny wingback^
That subdued Joey, but not for long. took it and headed for a tackle spot.
Within a couple' of days he was back at The Aggies’ line worked valiantly at
yelling “ Pretty-Boy” in Iglehart’s gen making a hole for the back, but they
eral direction. Ross tightened his mouth didn’t have too much success. Joey was
until his lips showed white at the corners waiting when the Trelawny man came
but he never replied. And Iglehart’s through.
silence, his acceptance of Joey’s jeering, Now, the tackle was hard, but it was
bothered Wilson more than the bolo was clean. The Trelawny back was a light
willing to admit to himself. And that, weight, a man who had no business try
subconsciously made him detest Ross ing to crack a line as heavy as Algon
the more. quins. His interference had dissolved
Algonquin opened against Trelawny in the clash at the scrimmage line and
Agricultural that year and Joey Wilson the back was alone when Joey gathered
was in the starting lineup. Nor did he him in, to send him smacking down to
take to the fact that he had beaten out the ground with one o f his driving
the previous season’s center for the job tackles.
gracefully. Joey got to his feet and turned away.
“ I could’ve told you, Morrison,” he Then he saw his team-mates looking
told the veteran, “that you oughta gone past him and he turned. The Trelawny
out for guard or something besides cen back was on the ground. From the looks
ter. I could've told you I was a cinch of things, he would be a long time
for the job, once Coach stuck me in getting up.
there.” Somebody called: “Time out,” and
Morrison regarded Joey soberly. the Trelawny captain signaled to his
“ Good luck, Wilson,” he forced him bench. Joey saw two men, one of them
self to say. “ It couldn’t have happened carrying a little black bag, start toward
to a nicer guy.” the knot of jerseyed men on the field.
Joey laughed. “ Yeah,” he said, “ I know The stands stirred with a rippling mur
what kind of a nice guy you birds think mur. Joey, when he looked at his team
I am. But I’m not losin’ any sleep over mates, was chilled by the hard look that
that, either.” shone from their eyes.
"I didn’t do anything but tackle the
R E L A W N Y received and carried the guy,” he protested, although nobody had
Thadballa light
to their twenty-eight. The visitors
club and a small squad.
spoken. “ If the guy can’t take an ordi
nary tackle, he oughtn’t to be out here
“ You don’t have to be too rough out on the field.”
there today,” Heinie had told the Algon Nobody answered him. The other
quins in the dressing room. “ Trelawny’s Algonquins turned away, walked apart
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from Joey W ilson and dropped to the have missed that one, with the Trelawny
ground in a tight circle. Joey looked man off balance, reaching for the bad
after them, the old sneer on his mouth. pass. If he had made the clutch, he
Okay, so they thought he’d roughed up would have sent that Aggie back sailing
the Trelawny guy, did they? Everybody a couple of yards before he landed.
in the stands thought that because he Trelawny elected to kick on third
was Joey Wilson, a mucker, he’d given down and Irv Samuelson took it on his
the Aggie punk the knee or the twist, thirty-eight. A fast Aggie end had him
huh? W ell, let ’em think what they before he had travelled five yards. A l
wanted to. The referee had been in on gonquin huddled.
that play, hadn’t he, and he hadn’t seen “ Try Number Four-A for size,”
anything wrong, had he? Samuelson said. “ Make it good.”
He watched, with disinterested eyes, Number Four-A was right through the
as the Trelawny doc and the coach middle and Joey braced himself. He
worked over the unconscious man. Ross slapped the ball back to Iglehart and
Igjehart and Jerry Tring, the Algon churned forward. These Trelawny
quin captain, walked over to the side of creeps sure folded fast, he thought;
the injured Aggie. Joey stayed where faster than even the Algonquin third-
he was. What was this, a football game string line that he had worked against
or a tea party? in scrimmage. Even Morrison could
They helped the Aggie back off the punch a hole in this line.
field, with the Trelawny stands sending He kept on going, broke into the sec
up a brave cheer, and a substitute came ondary, spilled a Trelawny back with a
on. Smaller and lighter than the man hard-flung block. He got up to see that
that had been hurt, Joey told,himself, Iglehart was down, a foot behind the
and a cinch to send flying when it came line of scrimmage!
time to tackle him. Because if these W ell, that was good; that was dandy!
Joes thought he was going to ease up, Here he’d opened up a hole a Sherman
just because the first man he’d tackled tank could have gone through and that
happened to get hurt, they had another big Pretty-Boy had to get tackled behind
think coming. the line, somehow! The big phoney must
Time was called in and Trelawny be giving him the business; trying to
huddled again. This time it was an end make it look in the stands as though
sweep, with the Aggie back’s interfer Joey hadn’t opened up any hole.
ence going down like tenpins as the He stamped back to the huddle, leaned
Algonquin line sifted through. Joey into the circle.
danced along behind his own scrimmage “ What gives?” he demanded. “ I clean
line, his eyes on the ball-carrier, waiting out the whole middle of the line and this
for the lateral that looked like it was guy—”
in the works. The Aggies had sent out “ He slipped,” Samuelson cut in. “ Same
a flanker and this man was pacing him thing, Four-A.”
self with the ball-carrier for either a “ He slipped, huh?” Joey asked.
lateral or a fake, with a cut-back. “ Maybe he’ll slip this time, too, to make
It was the pass and Joey was on the me look bad.”
flanker fast. He almost made the tackle, “ Check,” said Samuelson. “ Shut up,
but not quite. Ross Iglehart came up, Wilson. Four-A. Let’s go.”
passed him and dove at the pass receiver, His pass to Iglehart was perfect, he
nipping the Aggie’s feet from under him knew. He went forward again, ramming
cleanly. Joey felt a hot flash of anger another hole in the center of the Tre
rise within him. It had been his tackle. lawny line. He didn’t get through to the
He had followed the play right through secondary this time, but he flattened his
and he had a clear shot at the pass re section o f the forward wall before he
ceiver, and then this big Pretty-Boy had lost his feet. He lay there, waiting for
to barge in and take the tackle away Iglehart to thunder over him. There
from him. was the thud and grunt o f bodies collid
ing and the squeal o f the referee’s
ND the other Algonquins, they were
A taking it big, slapping Ross on the
shoulder and saying something about it
whistle.
He waited for whoever was on top of
him to get off and then climbed to his
being a nice tackle. Rats, a baby couldn’t feet. Ross Iglehart had made a bare yard.
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That settled it. Iglehart might not parka, touched his shoulder briefly for
answer back when Joey threw those the benefit of the stands, and said:
Pretty-Boy cracks at him, but Iglehart “ When you get to be quarterback, you
had another way of getting hunk. Igle can call the signals too, Wilson. Till
hart could refuse to gain any ground, then, you’d better keep your mouth
through Joey’s holes and that would shut.”
make Wilson look bad to the people who “ But did you see that guy Iglehart?”
never followed the line of play but just Joey asked. “ Twice I made a hole for
the man with the ball. Those experts up him and twice he fell down on the job,
in the stands wouldn’t see the holes Joey on purpose.”
had smashed in the Trelawny forward “ He slipped the first time,” the coach
wall before they closed up. They’d think contradicted. “ The second time, Mike
that Wilson, the mucker, was getting Young let the Trelawny end sneak past
slapped back by those Aggies. him. The end made a shoestring tackle.
“ Listen,” he grated, from between Ross didn’t fall down purposely either
clenched teeth. “ I don’t know what I time.”
can do to get yardage for this Pretty- “ Ahhhh,” Joey snorted. “ Maybe he
Boy. I already—” made it look good, but that’s what he
“ Shut up,” Samuelson said, tonelessly. did.”
“ Mike, you let that end come through “ You might try keeping your mouth
that time to get Ross. Watch that stuff.” shut on the bench, as much as on the
“ Yah,” Joey jeered. “ If Pretty-Boy field,” Heinie said, calmly. “ Otherwise
had wanted to, he could’ve—” I might forget you were sitting there.”
“ I said shut up,” Samuelson said. “ I’m Wilson stamped off to the bench and
running this club.” took a seat apart from the others. He
“ And a swell job you’re doing, too,” watched, his gorge still high in his
Joey said. “ I don’t think.” throat, as the Algonquin team reeled off
“ Time out,” Samuelson said, with a two runs o f fifteen and eighteen yards on
sigh. The quarterback looked at Jerry two successive plays. He was still there,
Tring, the tackle captain. Jerry nodded his chin sunk deep in the folds of his
slowly, straightened himself and looked parka, when the quarter ended with the
toward the sidelines. He raised a hand score, Algonquin, 14; Trelawny, 0.
and Joey, turning, saw Morrison, the “ All right, Wilson,” Metchler said, as
man he had supplanted in the tackle spot, the teams changed goals. “ Let’s see what
come out onto the field, fitting a helmet you can do in there. And this time, keep
to his head. Furiously, Joey turned back it buttoned.”
to Samuelson and Tring. Joey went in, with a flock o f substi
“ Listen, you guys,” he said, "you can’t tutes. On his way to the scrimmage line,
get away with this! I played my spot he passed Ross Iglehart, coming out.
better than anybody on this club played The two men gave each other level stares
his position! It ain’t my fault you didn’t as they passed, Joey’s accusing, Igle-
gain through me. And that tackle that hart’s almost blank. It was as though
knocked the guy out wasn’t dirty.” Ross were seeing somebody who was
“ Sure,” Jerry Tring said, evenly. “ But faintly familiar but who wasn’t well
if we’re going to have an argument with enough known to risk the exchange o f a
every huddle, if you’re going to talk back greeting.
to the man who’s calling the plays, we “ The phoney,” Joey told himself, bit
might do better with a second-string terly. “ The high-hat jerk.”
center.” Trelawny had the ball, third down, and
Joey opened his mouth to reply, but deep in their own territory. Later on in
Morrison was there by that time, report the game, the Aggies would pass from
ing to the referee: “ Morrison for Wilson similar positions but now, with the game
at center.” Joey tore his headgekr off only a quarter old, the visitors still were
and slammed it to the ground. Then he trying to maintain some semblance of
picked it up and began running toward logical football, in spite of the obvious
the bench. There were no cheers to greet hopelessness o f their cause. A punt was
him as he neared the Algonquin sideline. a virtual certainty and Joey edged up
close to the scrimmage line. He went
EIN IE M ETCH LER was waiting
H for him. The coach handed Joey a
through the Trelawny center with the
snap of the ball and he was on the kicker
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before the Aggie had fairly caught the “ Honest,” Joey protested. “ I didn’t
pigskin. Too slow for the backfield, mean to hurt him. He—”
huh? Joey guessed that that would show There was a hand at his elbow, pulling
Heinie how slow he was! him away, and Irv Samuelson was talk
The Trelawny punter swung a des ing in a low voice.
perate kick and Joey turned in midair to “ Don’t make it any worse than it is,”
escape that foot. The ball slammed into Samuelson said. “ That bunch is pretty
his shoulder and bounded straight up sore. First thing you know, you’ll be
into the air. Joey, falling, tried to twist winding up in a fist fight and wouldn’t
himself back so that he would land on his that look nice!”
feet, giving him a chance at that loose “ Listen, mug,” Joey flared. “ I’m tryin’
ball. He landed in a heap on top of the to tell you I didn’t rough that guy.
Trelawny back and the two of them went Maybe it looked bad because he was off
down in a lump. And as they hit the balance and so was I, but I didn’t rough
ground, Joey heard the sound of a crack, him. That referee’s wrong.”
something like a stick breaking. “ Sure,” Samuelson said, coldly. “ One
He knew what it was, at once. He had tackle and one blocked kick, and two
heard that sound before, when a man men laid out. Both of them accidents.”
working with him on a collar bound pipe Joey wrenched-his arm out of Samuel-
had fallen, catching his leg between two son’s grip and stalked away, rage making
joists of a fourble board. The guy be a seething cauldron of his brain. These
neath him, Joey knew, had a busted leg. guys, these mugs who were supposed
He cautiously got to his feet, being to be his team-mates, were ready to think
careful not to jostle the Trelawny man the worst of him, sure enough. If it had
with the broken leg. He had just been somebody else who had had the bad
straightened when he became conscious luck to lay out those two Trelawny guys,
of a furious whistling in his ear, a hand they would have been yammering about
at his shoulder. Curiously, he looked at tough luck and don’t let it get you down.
the red-faced referee. But seeing that it was him, Joey Wilson,
The guy was making the unnecessary they were all treating him like he was a
roughness sign! Joey’s eyes widened as murderer with a bad case o f leprosy.
he watched the official in the striped Well, let ’em, he told himself, fiercely.
shirt and white knickers gesture furi He’d gotten along by himself too long to
ously toward the scoreboard, stoop, pick need the likes of them to help him
up the ball and begin pacing off the through. If they wanted to think he was
penalty. There was a low sound from the a guy who’d deliberately cripple another
Algonquin stands, an ugly sound that man to win a dizzy football game, that
never could be mistaken for cheering. was their business. He’d walked alone
Bewildered, Joey stared after the ref too long to let whatever they thought
eree and then looked down at the Tre worry him.
lawny back who still lay where he had But just the same, he hoped that the
fallen, his face gray under the green coach, Heinie, didn’t think he’d given
leather helmet. Wilson turned to an those two Aggies the works. The coach
other Aggie man who came up to his in was getting old and maybe his eyesight
jured mate and said: wasn’t as good as it had been and perhaps
“ He busted his leg. I heard it crack he didn’t see what had happened just the
when we hit.” way it had happened. If these guys right
The Trelawny man turned a bleak and up on the scrimmage line thought he’d
pinched face toward Joey. pulled a roughing-up job, who could ex
“ You ought to know,” he said, “ you pect the coach, on the sidelines, to think
were the one who fixed him up.” differently?
“ M e!” Joey said. “ Listen, I didn’t
rough him up. I just blocked the kick,
that’s all, and he fell wrong. Ask him if CH APTER IV
I roughed him u p !”
The Trelawny man turned away, with This A bove A ll
out speaking, knelt by the man on the
ground. The Aggie coach and the man
with the black bag were coming out on U BSTITU TES carried the Trelawny
the field again. S back off the field on the stretcher.
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Both stands gave him a big cheer. Yeah, any interference he might pick up. There
Joey thought, that would do him a lot of was none and he struck out for the Tre
good. If, instead of a cheer, they’d have lawny goal line alone.
given that guy some instruction on how Too slow for the backfield, huh? All
to fall without busting his leg under him, right, he said, silently, watch this, Coach.
it would have been worth a lot more. But Watch the guy you stuck in the center
just the same, he was sorry it had hap position show up those dumb backs who
pened. slip on dry turf and let ends sneak
He caught himself up at that thought. through to catch them. Watch Joey
Sorry? W hy the devil should he be Wilson show up that big jerk, Ross Igle-
sorry for a guy he’d never seen until hart.
"hat afternoon and probably never would That goal line looked an awful long
see again? The jerk was out there play ways away, at that, and it didn’t seem to
ing football, wasn’t he, instead of tend be getting much closer in a hurry. He
ing those sick cows back at the school, kept running, stretching those short legs
wasn’t he? He took his chances, along of his to their limit, throwing back his
with the rest of them, and if bad luck head to get air. He heard footsteps
tapped him, that was just tough lines thumping behind him, then the crash of
for him. two bodies meeting in a block and the
If Joey had been the one who had footsteps weren’t there any longer. The
fallen wrong and cracked a gam, who goal line, suddenly, was close at hand.
would be feeling sorry for him? Hah! He went over standing up.
That was a laugh. He waited, panting for breath, while
Time was in again, with another, the others came down the field to him.
smaller, frailer Trelawny man in the And as he waited, he was conscious o f a
backfield. The roughing penalty against strange thing. The stadium, the entire
Joey had given the visitors one o f their stands, were silent! For that sixty-odd
few first downs that day and now they yard run he had made, nobody in the
were spread in an open formation that place had a cheer. He looked over to
spelled pass to Joey. He danced around ward the Algonquin side of the field. The
back of the line, rubbing the palms of three cheer-leaders in their white sweat
his hands along his thighs to dry them ers with their maroon megaphones were
for a possible interception. The ball standing there, unmoving, looking at
went back, a Trelawny man began to him as silently as though he were a Tre
fade, and Joey went through, into the lawny man who had scored the winning
Aggie backfield. touchdown against Algonquin.
He almost made the interception, but As he watched, he saw one of the
the ball slapped his fingertips and ca hooded figures on the players’ bench
reened off to one side, wide .of its target. stand up, face the crowd and wave his
Second and ten. The Trelawny club arms. The lethargic cheer-leaders came
made a stab at tackle and Joey was right to life, slowly, reluctantly. Then, from
in there, waiting for it. This time, he the Algonquin stands came a ragged,
went down under a block from a Tre dispirited cheer. It ended with:
lawny tackle, but the block left the ball “ Wilson, Wilson, W ILSO N !”
carrier open and somebody else got him Thanks very much, Joey said to him
just past the line of scrimmage. Third self, his mouth twisting. Thanks a heap
and eight. for nothing. If you mugs have to have
It was another pass coming up, Joey one of the players get up and beg you to
knew. It was almost as though he were give me a cheer for a touchdown, you can
huddling with the Aggies, so certain was keep your cheers. You can keep your
he that there was a pass play in the off cheers and your football team and your
ing. He danced around again behind school. Joey Wilson doesn’t have to
the line, dried his palms, waited for the have anybody beg cheers for him. Down
pass from center and streaked for the where he came from, Joey Wilson didn’t
left side o f the line, where the wingback have to have anybody put on an act to
receiver was drifting. beg cheers, when he brought in Gold
This time, he made the grab, leaving Medal Number Six, single-handed. They
his feet to catch the ball cleanly in his were all ready to cheer then, and wham
big hands. He landed running and he him on the back and offer him drinks and
risked a glance around him, in search of tell him what a great guy he was. And
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the people down there were worth ten thing unusual. Ross stayed with his
times what anybody in those Algonquin backfield friends and he never once
stands were worth. They were real looked in Joey’s direction.
people down there, not stuck-up phonies Arhhh, it was a grandstand play, Joey'
that thought that the tie a %uy wore was decided. Ross Iglehart had thought he’d
more important than anything else. look pretty big, standing up there in
Sure, they were. Sure. front o f that crowd, calling for a cheer
for a guy everybody knew hated him.
T HE fraternity house where Iglehart “ Afraid so,” Ross said, his face wry.
lived was practically deserted by rea “ The old man’s wire sounded pretty
son of the usual Saturday night exodus. grim.”
The Freshman pledge who answered Joey considered. If Ross Iglehart left
Joey’s ring gave him a strange look and Algonquin, it would mean the loss of the
jerked a thumb toward the wide stairway one man who had even come close to be
that curved up from the lower hall. ing a friend. And, although there had
“ He’s up in his room,” the pledge said. been a time when Joey had been scornful
“ Second door to the right at the head of of the thought that he needed a friend,
the stairs.” he knew now that a man had to have
Joey hesitated outside the door. He friends as much as he had to have food
wanted to turn back, walk down the and sleep.
stairs and out the front door. He thrust “ It’s— it’s just money, isn’t it?” he
his jaw forward, raised his knuckles and asked quietly. “ I mean, if you got the
rapped. dough somewhere to stay here, they
“ Come in,” said Ross Iglehart. wouldn’t need you at home or anything,
Joey turned the knob and walked in. would they?”
Ross looked up from over the open suit Ross shook his head.
case that lay on the bed, a pile of shirts “ Why, no,” he said. “ They wouldn’t
in his hands. His eyebrows went up as need me at home. But where would I
he saw who his visitor was and he get the money? You’re not thinking of
dropped the shirts into the case. lending it ter me, are you?” And he said
“ Hello,” he managed. that last with a laugh.
“ Hello, Iglehart,” Joey said, miser “ Sure,” Joey said, calmly. “ I’ll lend
ably. “ I—I came around to say thanks it to you, at two percent.”
for—well, you know—you got the crowd Ross Iglehart stared.
to give me a cheer after that run and I— “ You’re not serious,” he said.
I wanted to say thanks.” “ Why not?” Joey asked. “ Maybe I
“ That’s all right,” Ross said, uncom don’t look it and maybe I don’t act it, but
fortably., “ It was a swell run. The I’ve got dough, lots of dough. My old
crowd—well, the crowd didn’t under man left me leases on some property that
stand about what happened before.” turned in Gold Medal Number Six and is
“ It was an accident,” Joey said, with a going to turn in a lot more wells, before
trace of his old belligerence. “ It was an it’s through. I guess I’m a couple of
accident, pure and simple.” times a millionaire; maybe ten times a
“ Sure,” Ross Iglehart said, easily. millionaire.”
There was a second’s silence and then It was Iglehart’s turn to sink into a
he waved at a chair. chair, his eyes glued on Joey.
“ Sit down?” “ Sure,” Joey said. “ So when I got that
“ I—I can’t stay,” Joey said. “ I’ve got dough I headed for a place I wanted to
to be going and I see you’re going some go to all my life, Algonquin. I’d been
where for the week-end.” reading about this place ever since I was
Ross Iglehart looked down at his half- a kid. I used to make up dreams about
packed bags and laughed briefly. playing football for Algonquin. But
“ For more than a week-end, I’m when the dough finally arrived and I
afraid,” he said. managed to pass my entrance exams tc
“ What do you mean?” Joey asked. get into this place, after doing all that
Ross made a gesture of hopelessness correspondence school work, I—well
with a hand. something happened to me.”
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He ran his fingers through his coarse, said. “ You think if I lend you dough,
black hair. I’ll have you over a barrel. You think
“ I don’t know what it was,” he said. “ I I’ll figure that loan will be worth your
guess it was just that I knew I was—well, dragging me around with you, trying to
different than the rest o f the people here get people to take me for something else
and I figured they'd laugh at me on ac than a bolo—a mucker.”
count of the way I dressed and the way “ No, I—”
I talked and all, so I—well, I just, de “ W ell, I want to promise you, Ross,”
cided I’d get the jump on ’em. So I Joey said, “ that nobody—nobody—will
laughed at them, I let ’em see I didn’t ever know one thing about it. And all I
care what they thought of me. I wouldn’t ask is that—that once in awhile, when
give ’em the satisfaction of seeing that maybe you pass me on the sidewalk or
I—I wished I was like them.” meet me in the locker room or something
like that, you’ll giv$ me a hello, like you
ILSON raised his head and looked
W across the room at Iglehart.
“ Oh, I could’ve got a big car and
would to Tring or Samuelson or some
body like that.”
He looked down at his feet again and
bought expensive clothes and showed his face twisted.
everybody I had a lot of dough,” he said, “ Y ’see, Iglehart,” he said, in a low
“ but I was afraid of the kind of friends voice, “ this lone w olf stuff is the bunk.
I’d get that way. I’ve seen plenty o f that I might’ve thrown my weight around
down where I come from—chiselers and got in everybody’s hair, but really,
hanging around rich guys and'slapping I’ve been an awful lonely guy.”
their back just to get what they can out He heard footsteps crossing the room
o f them. I didn’t want that. So I came and then Ross Iglehart was near him.
just the way I was and—” “ Loan or no loan,” Ross said, “ you
He spread his big hands in a helpless won’t be lonely any more, Joey. I’m go
gesture. ing to take you up on that money prop
“ W ell,” he said, “ you saw how it osition, because I want to stay here at
worked out. I acted so bad, because I Algonquin. I did anyway, of course, but
was scared to death, that nobody would now I’ve got a special reason. I think—
have anything to do with me and that I know—you’re going to be a pretty nice
made me hate them and they hated me sort of a guy to get acquainted with.”
worse and—oh, it was a devil of a mess. He was right, too. They’ll always hold
And today you—you got them to give me Joey W ilson’s name up there with Big
a cheer. It was the first break anybody Boy Drew’s, on Algonquin’s football roll
ever gave me at this joint, and it had to of honor, but more than that they’ll re
be you, of all people. The guy I’ve been member Joey as the bolo, the mucker
riding worse than anybody else.” whom everybody on the campus grew to
He leaned forward in his chair. love, even though nobody except Ross
“ Sure,” he said, “ I’ll lend you the Iglehart knew that the man with the flat
money. Two percent. I’d give it to you, tened nose and the crooked mouth was
but I know you wouldn’t take it. This anything more than an oilfield gaffer
way, it’s strictly business.” struggling for an education so that he
“ No. No, Joey, I couldn’t.” might better himself intellectually but,
“ I know what you’re thinkin’,” Joey especially, financially. ■
C I G H T kinds of football are listed in the current Encyclopedia o f Sport. Outside o f the regular
•*-J American game, they include six-man football, Australian football, Canadian football, Gaelic
football, Rugby football, Association or soccer football and Austus football.
This last is the newest type of football, being a combination o f the Australian and American
games drawn up by sportswriter Ern Cowley of the Melbourne Sporting Globe in 1943, rtjhen
there were plenty o f American troops in Australia and hosts and visitors found it hard to play
together.
The Australians could kick the Americans dizzy but had never heard o f the forward pass— so the
game Cowley devised features both kicking and passing in copious quantities. It is probably the
most wide-open form o f football yet invented.
True Stories of Exciting Gridiron Action
By JACK KOFOED
Fam ous S p o rts C o m m e n ta to r
IitsTbysuperiority
WOULD seem that when a team wins
a margin of 28 to 7 it has demonstrated
beyond any cavil. But, take
ward wall, leaped high, blocked the kick
.. . and recovered on the 10 yard line. Johns
ton fumbled, and lost five yards, but on the
the game between the University of Miami next play flicked a forward to Whitey Camp
and George Washington as an example. Ex bell, who was nailed inches from pay dirt.
actly four breaks made the difference. From that point Ghaul plunged over for a
At the start of the second period the Flori touchdown.
dians were pushing toward a touchdown. Hal A few minutes later, deep in his own ter
Johnston faded back, and passed. Pete Labu- ritory, Spangler tried a pass. It was a good
kas leaped into the air, and intercepted. No one, straight at the potential receiver, but
one would consider that a break for the of Bob Sutter seemed to come out of nowhere,
fensive team, but actually it was. grabbed it, and raced 29 yards for a touch
With the Miami defensive pulled in tight, down. Intercepted passes are frequent, of
Spangler tried a quick kick. It was excel course, and perhaps should not be classified
lent strategy, but Hurricane linesman De as breaks, but that is exactly what they are.
Marco smashed through the Colonial fore The demarcation between a catch and a miss
under such circumstances is almost too thin wriggled away from two potential tacklers.
to classify. Then, Butkis, George Washington’s out
George Washington scored a touchdown standing giant linesman, cut in to nail the
on some flashy passing of their own. Then, ball carrier. He was deadly on defense. But,
just as he lunged for Campbell, he slipped,
went down, and the ball carrier squeezed
past. Then, he was out in the open, and
going like the wind. The Colonial safety
man was the only man between him and a
touchdown, but Hurricane end, Yovocin,
took him out with a flying block . . . and
there was another tally.
The last touchdown came on a punt re
turn, and that is even more rare than a long
run off tackle. Injaychock took a kick on his
own 26 yard stripe. In the 74 yards between
him and the double stripe were eleven op
posing players all determined to stop him.
You can write your own odds against a man
getting by all of those. Yet, that is exactly
they kicked off. Bowman took the hall babk what Injaychock did, with the aid of some
to the 26; added another 10 at the wing. fine downfield blocking by his mates.
Then, Campbell, who had been a defensive The slightest switch of fortune on any of
back until this game, went off left tackle. those plays would have told an entirely dif
This normally isn’t a scoring play. Whitey ferent story.
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CHAPTER I
Stubborn Dutch
ERSONALLY, I hereby wash my “ Tubby” Dawes te a red-faced, pop-
BY
RICHARD
BRISTER
^ W h e n D u tc h
j F in k b in e r
w a lk e d o u t o n th e
P r e s c o t t e le v e n 9 t h e ir
“ u n b e a te n s e a s o n 99 tu r n e d
in to a t h r e e -r i n g c ir c u s l
is this, Finkbiner? Have you gone he’d made that mind of his up to some
crazy?” thing.
‘‘W hy didn’t you call in the county farm "I ain’t crazy, Coach. I’m just telling
agent?” you I ain’t playing this year.”
“ Mebbe it’s funny to you,” said Dutch. Dutch could use better English than
Dutch just stood there with his big that. I remember once I gave him the
hands behind him, all two hundred and needle for expressing himself like a hick
sixteen pounds of him, looking as solid —I’m student editor of the Prescott Her
as a young oak, and as immovable when ald and the kind of grammar a man uses
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is more or less down my alley—and never had one in the forty-seven years
Dutch fastened those bland blue eyas of we’ve played football. You know the
his on me. kind of teams we’ve got on our schedule
“ I am a hick, Skeeter. When I gradu this year. State, Northern, Tech, W est
ate out of this place, I ’m headin’ straight' ern Teachers.”
back to my pop’s farm, and I mean to “ Sure, I know all that, Coach,” Dutch
stay put there. I’m up here at Prescott said. “ I’ll admit it sounds real impor
to learn what I can about the new farm tant, the way you tell about it. I look at
ing methods. But I ain’t over eager to things kind of different, I guess. W ay I
learn a way of talking that will make my look at it, it ain’t goin’ to change the
neighbors say, when I get back home for course of history none if we don’t get
good, that I ’m putting on airs.” that unbeaten season.”
I told Mary Jane Whitcomb, the red “ What’s come over you?” said Tubby,
headed coed I’m grooming to take over choking his words out. “ You didn’t used
the editorship of the Herald when I to talk this way.” His jaw suddenly
graduate next year, what Dutch had said, snapped shut and he glared at Dutch.
and her reaction surprised me. “ What you think about the game doesn’t
“ That’s the practical way to look at it, concern me, so long as you can get out
Skeeter, Maybe he’s right.” there and pitch those payoff passes to
* “ He is wrong,” I pronounced loftily, Chug Hadden. Now I’ve wasted enough
leaning heavily on my prestige as editor time listening to your goofy notions.
of the Herald. "There is good grammar Get downstairs!”
and there is bad grammar. And then “ Nope.” Dutch shook his head, and
there is the kind our phenomenal full that big jaw o f his tightened. “ I said I
back uses, which is downright punko.” ain’t cornin’ out this year, Coach.”
Mary Jane crinkled her freckled nose “ What? Now you listen to me, you
at me. “ Honestly, you’re so clever, muleheaded young idiot, I—”
Skeeter.” “ I ain’t kiddin’ , Coach.”
Tubby slumped heavily in back of his
UT getting back to that day in Tub desk, and started to beat a rat-a-tat-tat
B by’s office, I was keeping my eyes with his fingers. He flung a disgusted
peeled on Tubby, for fear the quick glance in my general direction.
tempered little guy would pick up a pa “ Hear the man, Skeeter? He says he
perweight off his desk and start pitching ain’t kidding. You wanted a story for
indoor forward passes. Little Skeeter is your newspaper. You’ve got it.”
very allergic to hits on the head. “ Well, at least,” I said, “ it was a beau
But Tubby was hanging on to himself tiful dream while it lasted.”
pretty well, all things considered. He Tubby glared at Dutch. “ W hy in Sam
wasn’t even looking at Dutch. He spoke Hill didn’t you let me know about this
toward the ceiling in one of those quiet beforehand? So I could make plans.”
voices that always make me kind of “ I didn’t know where to get in touch
nervous. with you, Coach, the first part of the
“ So you ain’t playing this year. Now summer. The last few weeks, me and
ain’t that just ducky? You come strag #Pop have been too blame busy with har
gling in here a week and a half late for vestin’ to draw a deep breath, much less
practise, and then you have the colossal take time out to worry about football.
gall to tell me you figure you’ll just skip Pop don’t hold a very high opinion of
the game this year.” me playin’ football.”
“ Listen, Coach—” “ Oh, he don’t, don’t he?”
“ You listen, Finkbiner! You realize “ Fact is, Coach, I never cared too much
what you’ve done to me? You realize about it myself. I’m here to learn farm
what you’re trying to do to your Alma ing. I ain’t learned anywhere near as
Mater?” much as I should, up to now, account of
“ What?” said Dutch, in a voice that being wore out, spring and fall, practis
said he’d like to be reasonable about this ing football. I ain’t a quick learner, like
thing if Tubby would let him. *Skeeter for instance. I been passing my
“ You mean,” gulped the coach, “ you courses all right, but when Pop asked me
have to ask me that? You know this is to test his south forty for a winter wheat
the year we’re going after that unbeaten crop this summer, I didn’t have no idea
season, Finkbiner. You know we’ve how to set about it.”
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“ That’s tough,” said Tubby, sarcastic. was scared. In fact, I noticed he was
“ W hy didn’t you call in the county farm grinning sheepishly, as he closed the
agent?” door.
“ Mebbe it’s funny to you,” said Dutch. Tubby swore violently under his
“ Not to me. Pop’s payin’ plenty to send breath, and lighted a stogey with trem
me up here to Prescott, and if I ain’t bling hands. I looked at him and tried
learnin’ what I should, Pop’s gettin’ to keep things light and pleasant.
cheated out of his money. Football’s “ Love those Dutch,” I said. "A won
the fly in the ointment, it seems like. I derful people. But stubborn.”
figure to give her the go-by, this final “ What’s so wonderful about bein’
year, and really learn somethin’.” stubborn?” growled Tubby.
“ Now listen,” said Tubby, and I could “ It depends on the point of view,
see beads of sweat begin to pop on his Coach. But I see what you mean. I’m
forehead, “ you don’t want to decide a afraid we’re going to have a bad season.”
thing like this all of a sudden.” Tubby winced. Fear lurked in his eyes,
“ Never did. Been thinking her over and shone upon his weathered brow. It
pretty near all summer.” was embarrassing to see this man in his
“ But blame it all, kid, do you realize hour of trial. He lost all pride. He looked
what you’re turning down? You’re in at me and said in a voice that was almost
line for All-American this year.” a whine:
“ Taking a purely practical view of it,” “ Listen, Skeeter, you’re a brainy kid.
said Dutch, “ that don’t stack up for a You’re supposed to be a slick operator on
row of beans. Like Pop says, he sent me this campus. Everyone says so. Think
up here to learn farming.” of something.”
“ Now hold up a minute,” said Tubby, “ Now?”
losing control. “ Do you realize that if “ Look,” he said, “ this isn’t for publica
you made All-American from a small tion in that campus rag you’re running,
college like Prescott, you could prac but—” He hesitated.
tically write your own ticket in the pro My nose crinkled. Curiosity throbbed
game? W hy, you could buy a farm like within me. “ Yes?”
your pop’s with your take from one pro “ Can you keep a secret?”
season.” I crossed myself.
“ You mean,” said Dutch innocently, Tubby looked at me. “ You know where
“ I could earn eighty thousand?” I I been promised a job, if I can pull off
this unbeaten season this year?”
W H ISTLED . This was the first in “ Notre Dame. Michigan. Harvard—”
I dication I’d ever heard that Dutch’s
old man was that kind of a farmer. You’d
“ Don’t be funny. Tech. A three-year
contract, at almost double what this jerk
never guess it from the way Dutch water—what good old Prescott is able to
watched his nickels around campus, or pay me.”
from his country fed wardrobe. I whistled at him. “ Velly nice.”
I could see that Dutch’s question had “ So you can see,” said Tubby, “why
taken a fall out of Tubby, too. He quit you’ve got to do something about that
trying to tempt Dutch with the prospect big mulehead screwball!”
of big dough in the pro game. “ W hy do I have to do something!
“ Listen, kid,” he said, “ where’s your You’ve got your signals mixed, Coach.”
school spirit? You can’t let the old col Tubby folded his hands and looked at
lege down this way. You’ve got to come the ceiling, as if he was praying. He was
out for the team.” not praying. He was in the act of in
Dutch stood there shaking his straw- serting the knife in my back.
thatched head, and again I was reminded “ Let me see, kid, you run a newspaper,
of a solid young oak tree. don’t you?”
“ Nope,” he said. “ It’s no use, Coach. “ Huh?”
I’m going after them lessons.” “ And what’s the big news on campus
“ Get out!” yelled Tubby. this year? Football, hey?”
“ Hey?” “ You can’t blackmail—”
“ Get out o f here, you muleheaded “ That bein’ the case,” said Tubby, “ a
young nitwit, before I throw something smart newspaperman would take care to
at you!” stay on good terms with his source of
Dutch got out of there. Not that he supply. Which is me. Right, Skeeter?”
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“ Listen, Coach, that’# not fair.” extra something to keep the ball rolling.
“ Skeeter,” said Tubby, with a glance They lacked Dutch Finkbiner.
out the window, “ I got to get down there Suddenly I wasn’t sore at Tubby
and take over the practise. I’ll see you Dawes any more. I was sorry for him.
around.” He went away. After the buildup about the wonderful
year we were going to have, it was going
to cost Tubby his practically hairless
CH APTER II scalp if we couldn’t get Dutch out there.
Editorial BlastI The team would be a flop without the big
fullback. There seemed to be no ques
tion about it.
STOOD there at the window. After
I a moment, I saw Tubby’s globular
figure emerge from the chute that led
I walked out of Tubby’s office and went
lboking for Dutch. I didn’t know what
I was going to^do, but I knew I had to
from the dressing rooms on to the field, do something.
and I stuck my tongue out. “ Et tu, “ It is a time,” I told myself as I trun
Tubby,” I paraphrased Julius Caesar. I dled down the circular steps, “ for great
was bitter. I was as mad as three thous ness.”
and drenched hens, and then I found my I made a tactical error. I looked for
self watching the scrimmage players out Dutch up at the Commons, when in fact
side there. he had not left the field house. I finally
Tubby’s “ A ” team had the ball. They doubled back on myself and found Dutch
were a big rangy bunch with plenty of in the dressing room talking to old Matt
that old drive that counts in the clinches. Supplee, the rubber. Dutch had been
They were, in fact, the best aggregation waiting for the team to come in from
of players we’d ever had during one sea practise, as he said, so he could “ explain
son at Prescott. With Herman “ Dutch” his position.”
Finkbiner in there at fullback, to spark I decided to sit tight, when I heard
plug the machine, we’d bee;t almost a that, and await developments before per
sure shot for that unbeaten season Tubby sonally going to work on the problem.
had his heart set on. If you can force the enemy to make
As I watched, Center “ Pudge” Podoff the first move, you can sometimes beat
flipped the ball back to W es Pierce, our him without lifting a finger. And be
fleet-footed left halfback. It was a de sides, this promised to be entertaining.
layed buck off the right tackle. Ed Gal It was. The team finally trooped in,
loway and Hank Pordall, our right end hot, tired, and in a sour mood as the re
and tackle, cleared the way nicely. Wes sult of Tubby’s v e r b a l lambastings.
flashed through the hole, took three Dutch stood on a bench in his street
plunging strides in the scrub secondary, clothes, fresh as a daisy, and said, “ Look,
then went down under an avalanche of fellows, do you mind if I say some
eager second-string tacklers. thing?”
I could see Tubby Dawes burning up, They didn’t mind. Tubby hadn’t told
even from my vantage point way above them anything yet. They couldn’t imag
the field, and in a way, I couldn’t blame ine what this was about.
him. The gang wasn’t coming along as' “ Go ahead, Dutch. Spill it,” Ed Gallo
well as they ought to, at this stage of way said.
the season. It was as if W es Pierce knew “ Thanks,” Dutch said. He looked at
that none of these drills really counted, Tubby. “ I can see Coach hasn’t told you
knew that once Dutch turned out, the guys anything yet. I’m not playin’ this
workouts would really add up and make year, and I just wanted to make sure you
sense. guys understood why, before—”
Until Dutch turned out, in other “ Not playing this year?” said Chug
words, the mood that prevailed out there Hadden. “ W hy not?”
was the mood that would prevail at a Dutch tried to tell him. About the
dress rehearsal on Broadway, with the lessons, how he wanted to concentrate
show’s one big star among those absent. this year, and really learn about farming.
I watched another couple o f plays. Chug Hadden kept butting in. He was a
The A squad manhandled the scrub line beefy guy with a broken nose, and he
at will. They always got their plays could be counted on to look out for Chug
launched nicely, but they lacked that Hadden.
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“ Listen,” he said, “ you can’t pull off a the locker bench, and Chug cracked into
crazy stunt like this on me, Dutch. I it with his shins. He stood up, yelping
won’t stand for it.” with pain. I think he would have killed
Dutch, about then, if there’d been a le
UTCH fastened those innocent blue
D“ You
eyes on him. “ You won’t?”
realize what a rep we made for
thal weapon handy.
But Wes Pierce, Tipper Belonski, and
Hank Pordall grabbed him, while Tubby
ourselves as a forward pass combo last Dawes fumed at him.
year?” Chug said. "There toward the “ Any more of that from you, Chug,
end of the season we were the talk of and you’re off the team,” said the coach.
the country.” “ Yeah? Maybe that ain’t such a bad
“ What of it?” said Dutch, frowning a idea. As long as His All-American-Men
little. tioned Highness has decided he’s too
Chug looked embarrassed, and at the good for us this year.”
same time, sort of sour. “ I never said “ You want that, Chug? I’ll do it, you
anything to anybody about this, because know. And once you’re fired, you’ll stay
I don’t blow my whistle until a thing’s fired, all season.”
all wrapped up and delivered, but there Chug had been bluffing. He looked at
was a Buck scout smelling around here the floor like a sullen four-year-old for
when we played Teachers last year.” a while.
“ I never saw any Buck scout at “ Aw, let’s forget it,” he said.
that game, Chug,” Tubby Dawes said Dutch said, “ I’m sorry I stirred up so
thoughtfully. much excitement, Coach. I just wanted
“ You weren’t supposed to. He was un the gang to understand—”
der wraps. He happens to be a friend of “ Get out,” Tubby said.
a friend of mine, and I was the only one “ Huh?”
that he tipped his hand to.” “ Get out of here. Go somewhere and
“ Get to the point,” Tubby said. think about what you’ve done to me. I’ve
“ Sure,” Chug said. “ The guy liked me. had all I can stand for one day. If I look
That’s the point. He said if I looked at that stuborn Dutch chin for another
good again this year, I’m a sure thing for five seconds, I’m liable to take a swing
that number three spot with the Bucks. at it.”
Gleason is fading. They’re going to need Dutch sighed, shrugged, and walked
a guy who can hang on to Walter’s out. Tubby Dawes looked at me and said
passes, next season.” pointedly, “ Today’s big football news
Tubby said, “ Ambition has its place in just walked out, Skeeter. No use in your
the world, Chug, but how’s about giving hanging around here, is there?”
a little thought to the welfare of the I grinned limply. “ I see what you
team?” Right then, his eyes met mine, mean.”
and the coach looked sheepish. It was I ran out and caught up with Dutch on
kind of funny, him lecturing Chug, when the way up to the Quad. He looked at
all the while his main idea was to get me gravely, “ If you’re after a statement,
Dutch out so he could have his^mbeaten Skeeter, I’m not making any.”
season and go up to Tech next year at a “ Look, forget I’m with the paper. Man
fat stipend. to man, Dutch, as one friend to another,
“ You worry about the welfare of the are you sure you know what you’re do
team, Coach,” Chug said. “ You’re gettin’ ing?”
paid for it.” I don’t think he would have Those bland blue eyes bored at me.
had the courage to talk that way, except “ Seems like you and me got friendly
that he was mad as hops at Dutch for real sudden, Skeeter. But about the foot
walking out on him. “ You can’t do this ball, I know exactly what I’m doing. And
to me, Dutch. You’re trying to chouse up nothing’s going to change my mind,
my whole future.” either.”
Dutch’s jaw had that stubborn slant “ You sound pretty sure of that,” I
now, and he said, “ Maybe I can’t, Chug. suggested.
But I am.” “ Down in the Dutch country where I
Chug runs a close second to Tubby hail from Skeeter, we got a saying about
when it comes to being hot-tempered. ourselves. Mebbe we ain’t as quick as
He suddenly ran at Dutch, swinging a some folks. But there ain’t a man of us
wild right hand. Dutch stepped back off who doesn’t know his own mind.”
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K N EW ft was futile to talk him out
I o f the position he’d taken. I just
said, “ W e’ll see,” and walked away. I
collected out on the Quad, grumbling
and growling about the dirty deal Dutch
was giving the college. You’d’ve thought
thought, you asked for it, friend. I went he’d sold the school franchise to some
up to the Herald office. prep school. You’d’ve thought he was
Mary Jane Whitcomb was perched at Benedict Arnold.
an upright typewriter, pecking out her
Distaff Data, a column for coeds. There
was a smudge of ink on her nose, an CHAPTER III
other on her cheek, and still she managed
to look tempting. Stubborn Holdout*I
“ Hello, Skeeter,” she said. “ Drop that
anchor and try to walk like a man. Why
so grave? Is the world coming to an A T E R I was behind my big desk,
end?”
“ Worse than that, baby.”
L with my gold lettered name plate
and my big box of ten-cent stogies on it,
Mary Jane tucked her chin in one when Dutch came in. I lighted up one
hand. “ Let’s see, what could be worse of those cigars, and then nervously o f
than that? You don’t love me any more.” fered Dutch one.
“ I never did.” I was lying. I loved “ No thanks, Skeeter.”
her dearly. But Mary Jane is the kind I waved him into the guest chair, and
of girl who must never know. It would sat looking at him. He had me guessing.
cool her ardor for me, which I sometimes Apparently he wasn’t going to get vio
suspected was cooling of its own voli lent, though, and bounce me off the ceil
tion. ing. I choked on the cigar, but I felt bet
“ What, then?” she said. ter. Besides, Mary Jane was across the
“ Dutch refuses to play football this room, wasn’t sdie? Murders don’t get
year.” I sat down at a typewriter, pushed committed with pretty redheads present,
up my sleeves, and brushed aside her vol who can later tell all to a jury.
ley o f questions with a world-weary: I waved the cigar and said, “ Hope
“ Not now, baby. Wait’ll I get this red you’re not going to be sticky about that
hot lead out of my system. Dutch Fink- editorial, Dutch. You know how it is in
biner is about to get a lesson in the power the newspaper business.”
of the press.” "H ow ?” said Dutch.
If I say it myself, I lambasted Dutch He could be disconcertingly direct.
in that editorial. I mean, I really sailed “ A story’s a story. I had to write
into the big guy with both barrels, from something.”
every possible angle. I am a little guy “ Yeah,” Dutch said. “ I guess you did.”
weighing maybe one-twenty with a fur He was looking at Mary Jane. She got
coat on, and it is possible a psychiatrist up and started out of the room.
would have found something of interest “ You don’t have to leave,” I said
in the pleasure with which I tackled two quickly.
hundred and sixteen pounds of Dutch But slfe did.
man on paper. Dutch grinned. “ She’s real good-
I said who does he think he is, putting lookin’. Don’t look so scared of me,
his own piddling personal interests Skeetqr. I ain’t going to bite you.”
above the welfare of his college. I said “ You’re not?”
his whole argument was silly and as full “ I ain’t sore. Us Finkbiners can stand
of holes as a sieve. If he really wanted a lot before we lose our tempers. Then
to learn about farming, he’d study harder watch. I ain’t sore at you, though. What
and he’d find time to do it, football or I come up here for is to make a state
no football. He could study on trains ment.”
when the team traveled, and in his hotel “ A—a statement?”
room. I said he was acting plain child Dutch noddeji, “ Seems like I’m in bad
ish. I said if it wasn’t this particular odor around this place since the news
year—well, I said plenty. broke, Skeeter. Funny, how folks’ll make
Our paper hit the campus the next day a hero out of you one minute, and a
like a bombshell. A half hour after the scapegoat the next. I never realized, till
Herald had been delivered around to the I walked through that crowd down there
dorms, an angry group of students was on the Quad, and heard ’em grumbling
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at me under their breath, and saw the GAIN he smiled at me. I was going
dirty looks they threw at me, I was so
important. Fact.”
A to have something to tell my grand
children. “ No, we can’t. I believe it will
“ Let’s forget the hot stove philosophy, come as no surprise when I tell you the
Dutch,” I suggested, getting my nerve college has been losing money these last
back, “ and get to the statement.” few years, in the face of our rising ex
“ Sure,” said Dutch, and scratched at penses.”
his standup straw hair. “ Tell ’em for me. “ Yes, sir. I knew that, sir.”
Tell ’em.” He peered at me over the rims of his
“ Y e s ? ” glasses. “ Can I trust you with a confi
“ Down on my old man’s farm,” said dence, young man?”
Dutch slowly, “ when a milch cow runs “ Yes, sir.”
dry, we try to remember her good years, “ W e’re practically bankrupt. In fact,
when she was givin’ a bucket a day. W e if my fund-raising tour next month is
let her stand on her record. W e don’t not extremely profitable, it appears alto
beat up on her for runnin’ dry.” gether likely that there will be no Pres
I looked at him for a thoughtful mo cott College this time next year.”
ment. “ You didn’t run dry, Bossy.” I whistled. “ Gosh, sir. That’s—that's
“ For all practical purposes, it’s the pretty awful.”
same,” Dutch said. “ I ain’t going to ar “ Precisely my feeling. In sixty odd
gue it with you. Just you print what I years this school has built up a rather en
said.” viable tradition. I would hate to see that
He went out. tradition stop during my tenure—” His
I printed what Dutch had said in the voice seemed to choke up a little. “ Per
next day’s Herald. I didn’t attach much haps now you can guess at my motive in
significance to it, one way or the other. asking you up here.”
A couple hours after we’d hit the street, I could. Little Skeeter doesn’t gen
I got a summons to Prexy Jamison’s erally need a diagram to get the idea.
office. "You want the team to do well this year,
The president of Prescott College is sir. So the alumni will fork ov—will
a tall, stoop-shouldered man who wears contribute willingly to the college. You
horn-rimmed glasses and enough dignity want to see Finkbiner back in the lineup.
for the whole Supreme Court. I was You want me to keep the heat on him,
trembling at the knees as I went into through the Herald.”
his office, but he waved me to a chair and He winced. “ You state the situation
acted so friendly that I soon relaxed, rather bluntly, Skeeter. It seems rather
though I couldn’t imagine why the old unethical to crucify this young man. I
boy was unbending. must confess that in less trying times I
“ Skeeter,” he said, and then actually have heartily concurred with his feeling
smiled, “ In the interests of informality, toward football. This year, I shall pray
I’ll address you by your nickname, as for our team. This year we must worship
everyone else appears to on this campus.” at the shrine of success.”
“ A-all right, sir.” “ I understand, sir.”
“ Skeeter, I’m afraid I must enlist your “ Remember,” pontificated Prexy, “ the
help.” philosophy of Utilitarianism, Skeeter:
“ Yes, sir?” the greatest good for the greatest num
“ This Finkbiner affair now. I wish ber of people. The end will justify the
you hadn’t printed his statement. That means. Yes, I do want you to put the
business of the cow running dry—very heat on Finkbiner!”
effective figure of speech, I must say. I went out of there feeling dizzy. Talk
I’ve sent my office people out around about wheels within wheels, I was think
campus to take a sampling of the student ing. Dutch had started something when
reaction.” he decided to be reluctant this year.
“ You have, sir?” I didn’t get this. Tubby Dawes’ coaching future swung in
“ It appears,” said Prexy, “ that a lot of the balance. Chug Hadden’s chance to
the students agree with him. Next thing go up to the Bucks appeared to have
we know, they’ll be talking to him again, fizzled.
acting as if nothing has happened. We ' Prexy Jamison was not able to sleep
can’t have that, youlflknow.” nights, for fear the whole kit and kaboo-
“ W e can’t, sir?” dle w^ji about to go to the wall.
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And who did he turn to in his hour of ARY JANE stared at me for a
need but little Skeeter? It was tragic,
but it was also inspiring. I mean—it
M moment, then nodded her red
head vigorously.
certainly pointed up to the importance “ Skeeter, let’s take that ten dollars we
of football. were going to spend for the prom Satur
Also, it pointed up the importance of day night and give it to the college.”
Skeeter. “ Now wait a minute, baby. It isn’t the
I went straight up to the Herald office, same. Giving, your talent is one thing.
sat down at my typewriter, flexed my Giving good dough away is another.”
brain, and wrote: “ Maybe Dutch figures he’s wasting
money by spending so much time with
There is a traitor among us, and his name
is B e n e d ic t F in k b in e r . the team when he ought to be learning
about farming. Skeeter.”
According to the classical tradition, a I did a double take at her. I was Re
traitor is supposed to slink about, cring membering that day up in Tubby Dawes’
ing under the accusing eyes of honest field house office, when Dutch had ex
men. Dutch wouldn’t play according to plained himself precisely that way.
the tradition. He didn’t slink around “ Look,” I said, “ drop the needle, baby.
campus. He walked, with his straw- I/don ’t want to see his side of it. My
topped head up high, his shoulders back, job is to put pressure on him.”
and a slightly amused gleam in his nor “ But if we’re wrong—”
mally placid blue eyes. Doggone if I “ Hey,” I said, “ wait a minute.” I was
don’t think he was enjoying the situa looking at her, and I didn’t like what I
tion. was seeing in her eyes. “ Since when are
He’d always enjoyed a good scrap on you worrying so much about the guy,
the football field, and this was a bigger baby? You’re not beginning to get soft
scrap he’d engaged in. about that big hulk, are you?”
“ Honestly,” said Mary Jane W hit “ Don’t be an oaf.’
comb, “ I can’t understand him. It’s al “ Then stiffen up, baby. Act tough.
most inhuman, one man standing up Act like a newspaperman around this
against the whole college. It’s magnifi office.”
cent, in a way.” “ With your permission, Mr. Editor-in-
“ What way?” I said. “ Do you realize chief,” said Mary Jane, “ I propose to
we’re opening against Fulton this week become a newspaperwoman.”
end? They’re no setups.” I always thought Dutch was an un
“ But I mean the way Dutch—” imaginative sort, without much flair to
“ That traitor!” him, but apparently there is something
“ But he probably thinks he’s holding in the old theatrical bromide that a great
out for a principle,” said Mary Jane. role will produce a great actor. Butch
She was like that, always taking the showed up at the Fulton game, alone,
other side of a question, to stir up a dis but just as self-assured as a showhorse,
cussion. “ Why, it’s like a crusade, Skeet his big, muscular frame seeming to shoot
er. After all, he did play for us those off sparks of defiance.
other years, and instead of being the He started up into the grandstand in a
least bit grateful to him for that, we’ve frozen silence, a slight grin on his face.
all crucified him.” Somewhere over to the right a thought
“ W e crucified him! How about our less frosh let go with a little razzberry,
unbeaten season? Fulton is going to then the silence was broken by a low
tear us to pieces. If you ask me, the murmur of resentment, and the booing
college is taking a licking.” started.
“ Yes, but look at his side of it, Skeeter. Dutch’s face was red now, but he was
W hy should you throw stones at him? still carrying himself like a seasoned
W hy should I? We never played foot trouper. He got up to where Mary Jane
ball.” and I were sitting, and looked for the
“ W e’re not supposed to, baby. W e seat that matched his ticket, across the
don’t have his muscles.” way there, but it seemed to be taken.
“ I see,” said Mary Jane. “ Then you Apparently whoever had it was not in
mean—what we have, we ought to be any hurry to mov^ and have Benedict
willing to give, to the college.” Finkbiner sitting beside him throughout
“ Huh?” this ball game. Dutch stood there, not
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knowing what to do.
I was grinning, then the grin washed CH APTER IV
down off my face in a hurry.
“ Here, Dutch,” Mary Jane suddenly Losing Team
said, and patted the seat alongside her.
“Do you folks mind moving down a bit,
please?” ROM then on, he ignored her, and
They did mind, but what are you go
ing to do, at a football game, when a
F she ignored him. Or they both pre
tended to. The crowd didn’t ignore
beauteous redhead gives you that old Dutch, though. They’d heard what he’d
pretty-please? Chances are you are go said, about the gang losing because he
ing to move down, and take up the mat wasn’t in there. I could see it going
ter with your wife some hours later, around the big stadium. I could see it
while trying to get out o f the parking being passed over the parapet down
lot. there and out on to the field, among our
That’s what happened here. Dutch players.
came in and sat down at the place Mary I wondered how badly it had become
Jane had finagled and he looked very garbled, before it reached our bench. I
relieved. saw Tubby Dawes glance up bitterly to
But he did not exactly spill over with where we sat with Dutch in the stand,
gratitude toward her, I noticed. and I could imagine the version of it
“ Thanks,” he said, somewhat shortly, that had reached the ears of our mer
and since she was my date, would have curial coach.
ignored her, if she’d let him. I saw him talk to Ed Galloway, Tipper
“ How are the studies going, Dutch? Belonski, and Wes Pierce, just before
Are you learning a lot about farming the gang lined up for the kickoff. Chug
,his year?” Hadden was glaring up at Dutch, look
“ Plenty!” ing mighty disgruntled about that nro
Mary Jane has a large bump of curi job he claimed Dutch was doing him
osity under that thatch of dramatic red out of.
hair, and as a newspaper gal, she does Then they lined up, the ref’s whistle
not hesitate to ask questions. She says, tootled, and they were moving in a wa
rightly enough, that nobody has yet in vering line down toward the ball which
vented a better way to get information Pudge Podoff was holding. Chug’s foot
out of people. crashed against it and it soared down the
“ How do you honestly feel, Dutch? field nicely.
W ouldn’t you sort of like to be down Fulton had a guy named Raintree,
there with them?” And she waved at the “ Chief” Raintree they called him, be
field, where the gang was warming up cause he was said to be one-eighth Cher
now. okee, in their backfield. He was a big,
“ No,” Dutch said. It seemed to me he hunch-shouldered, barrel-chested prod
was being unnecessarily surly about it. uct of the western plains, and he could
“ W hy not?” go like an antelope once he got into the
“ They’re going to lose.” He didn’t clear.
bother to lower his voice, and I could see They were doing a nice blocking job
people stiffen in the crowd around us, for him, but Ed Galloway and Hank
and start to whisper among themselves. Pordall were both down there like
It was traveling down toward the bot streaks. They nailed the big breed be
tom tier of seats like wildfire, and heads fore he got himself fairly untracked.
were turning for a quick scowl at Dutch. I noticed that both Hank and Ed shot
“ W hy are they going to lose?” said a look up at the grandstand as they got
Mary Jane. She was getting a little brit up from making that tackle, and I could
tle herself now. see how the wind was blowing. They
“ Because,” said Dutch blandly, “ I’m were out to show Dutch he wasn’t quite
not in there.” as indispensable in there as he seemed
“ W ell! Of all the conceited—” to think.
“ Little girls who ask questions without They all felt that way, and with Chug
thinking,” said Dutch, “ shouldn’t. You Hadden it went deeper. It was a nice lit
asked for my opinion. But it appears tle grudge angle, and for a while they
like you didn’t want it.” played their heads off in there. They
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flung the Fulton tide back several times down on the seven, and our Prescott
when it seemed the enemy was about to crowd flopped down with a sigh of ex
drive over our goal line. They were haustion, almost as if we’d run the ball
showing Dutch he wasn’t so much. down there.
It went into the second quarter, with “ Pass,” somebody was saying. “ Now,
no score by either team, and our rooting if they only had Finkbiner in there!”
section began to chant at them. As I say, I was sure Dutch had heard it. I was
Fulton was tough, for an opener. W e’d watching his face, and so was Mary Jane,
never have scheduled such a toughie to but we might as well have been watching
start the season, if we’d anticipated not a mummy. His face didn’t crack an inch,
having Dutch in there. Our next two and we looked back to the field.
games, with little Updyke and Severn, They had to pass, of course. Wes
would be cinches to win, even without Pierce went back, made his sharp angled
our reluctant star’s services at fullback. fade, and flung one at Chug Hadden.
But nobody’d dared to hope we could Wes was all right pitching them, but
stop Fulton. W e were getting by with he didn’t have the speed Dutch had, nor
them so far, and you could feel that ten the uncanny ability to place them where
sion building up all along our side of a receiver could reach them and the
the stadium. If we could just continue enemy could not seem to lay a mitt on
to keep them from scoring, and then get them.
off a fluke score of our own, somehow— It was no good. They batted it down.
well, why not? Things like that do The crowd groaned. More dirty looks
sometimes happen. at Dutch.
I could see people beginning to dart Tipper Belonski called another pass
those covert little glances toward Dutch play. It went to Ed Galloway this time.
again, as if to say, “ You spoke a little The big end leaped high, managed to
too soon, Mr. Big Shot. They may beat get the tips of his fingers behind the
Fulton without you.” ball, and deflected it upward.
Dutch just sat there with an impassive Chug Hadden came racing over from
expression on his big-jawed face, watch the side, caught the ball with almost
ing the play on the field without any casual ease, and plunked it to the ground,
visible emotion. He was certainly one grinning.
cold potato. What I couldn’t under You never heard such a hubbub as
stand, about then, was how such a phleg went on in our stands then. Even the
matic, muleheaded, dumb-headed Dutch muffed kick for conversion point didn’t
man had ever learned to play such in dismay us. It was 6-0, Prescott’s favor.
spired fullback as he’d played for us People were turning ground in droves
last year and the year before. now, to grin banteringly toward Dutch.
Down on the field, the Fulton bunch He sat there like a stone, and ignored
tried a pass from the midstrip, Chief them. Maybe he knew something at that.
Raintree to Spreckles, their pint-sized Maybe he’d had a forewarning. Two min
signal caller. Chug Hadden came rush utes later Chief Raintree took the ball
ing up in the nick of time and snatched from his own twenty-eight, on a tricky
it practically out of Spreckles’ hungry spinner, and ran all the way up the field
hands. Chug always did have sticky fin and into our end zone without a hand
gers, and the guy could run the mail laid on him. It was just one of those
pretty well, on occasion. things. It was worse than just one of
He ran it now. He had our side of the those things.
stadium standing on its collective head, The guy also ran it over for the point.
as he swept over the midstripe, darted It was 7-6 against us, and so it remained
across the field toward the opposite side at the end of that opening half.
line, reversed himself to elude a clique You know how it is between halves
of Fulton tacklers, and charged over the of a close one. A ll of a sudden you
twenty with only safety man Raintree remember your tummy, and your throat,
between himself and paydirt. which are demanding attention. The man
of the hour was no exception this day.
HE Chief wasn’t having any, though.
T He spread those big arms like an eagle
spreading its wings, and Chug couldn’t
He looked at me and Mary Jane.
“ Guess I’ll go down below and buy
me a bottle o f pop and a hotaog,” he
escape that enveloping gesture. He went said. “ How about you two? Can I bring
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you something?” to college this year,” said Prexy, and
“ No, thank you,” Mary Jane said. She walked away, a tired, drooping old figure
leaned down hard on it, she made it with the mark of defeat in the sag of his
sting. thin shoulders.
“ Okay, okay,” Dutch said, and man Dutch looked at me and said, “ What’d
aged a grin. He started down the aisle, he mean, Skeeter? You’re good at solvin'
and it was funny, the way the crowd puzzles.”
separated to make a path for him, as if I took him aside, then, and told him
he was a leper and they might catch it some things. By then I was pretty dis
from him. His ears were burning, I gusted myself. I could see the way it
noticed, and Mary Jane noticed too, be was going to be outside there, this sec
cause she said: ond half. Our unbeaten record wasn’t
“ Honestly, why doesn’t he give in? going to last even past the opening
He can’t fight the whole college for game of the season. I told Dutch just
ever.” what it all added up to, for the college.
I said, “ Excuse me, baby,” and started He looked at me as if I’d just told
out, meaning to follow Dutch down him the plot of some movie. “ Kind of
there. “ That guy,” I said, “ is news, and a complicated setup, hey, Skeeter? W hy
Little Skeeter's nose is itching.” tell me about it?”
I caught up with the big news of the That did it. “ Listen, you big goof,” I
day in front of the refreshment stand railed at him, “ did it ever occur to you
inside the stadium. Dutch had gotten that you could still go out there and
his dog and his bottle of pop and was just help those guys beat Fulton? In train
turning away when he almost bumped ing or out of it, you could still make
into a tall, dignified man who wore horn mincemeat out of them for at least one
rimmed glasses. It was—you guessed it quarter. You’re a football player, Dutch,
—Prexy Jamison, in person. though I hate to admit it. Why don’t
I don’t know what got into Dutch you wise up to yourself and go talk to
then. I suppose he was concentrating on Tubby?”
filling his stomach. He had just taken “ Don’t talk nonsense, Skeeter. I’m in
a big mouthful of “dog,” and was wash no shape to play. Even if I was, I
ing it down with pop, when his eyes wouldn’t think of changin’ my mind.”
locked with those of our prexy. He grinned. “ Case you ain’t noticed,
As I say, the old man is a dour old I’m kind of bullheaded.”
party, and I don’t think Dutch was look I looked at him. “ I’ve got a surprise
ing for him, down there in that milling for you, Dutch,” I said.
mob. “ W hat?”
It surprised Dutch out of his iron con “ I’ve noticed,” I said, and walked away
trol, just for a moment. And during from him.
that moment, his hand came up involun
tarily, as if to shield him from the bitter
old mail. That hand held a hot dog that
was generously smeared with mustard, CHAPTER V
and Dutch managed to transfer a good That Traitor
deal o f the yellow stuff to Prexy’s black
topcoat before he realized what he was
doing.
“ Gosh, I— I’m sorry, sir,” he said. He H AT second half was sheer mayhem.
whipped out his handkerchief, and
wiped at the stuff, succeeding only in
T Tubby had whipped our gang up to a
fury, in the dressing room, as I learned
rubbing it in. later. His major theme was Dutch. He
told them to get out there and show that
R E X Y JAMISON lost control of conceited, donkey-headed Dutchman
himself for one brittle moment. “ Stop they could do without him. It was the
that, Finkbiner,” he snapped. right angle, at that. They came out and
“ I don’t know how it happened,” during the third quarter, they played
Dutch mumbled. “ I—I guess I just like a bunch of Marines hitting a beach
wasn’t thinking.” head. I mean, they were pouring it out
“ If you ask me, young man, you all the way.
haven’t been thinking since you returned They kept Fulton from scoring. Once
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on a long gambling pass from Wes to where my company ain’t appreciated.”
Ed Galloway, we got down to the Fulton He stood up.
eleven-yard-line, and the stands turned Right then, W es Pierce was fading
topsy turvy. Then on the next play Chug behind his own forty, to pitch another
Hadden tightened up and fumbled the pass. Dutch was a big boy, as I say, and
apple. Fulton recovered, and from then opaque—you couldn’t see through him.
on you could see the fighting spirit ooze “ Sit down,” a fan yelped behind us.
out o f our team. “ Down in front!” the age-old chant
They had poured it all out there and started.
it wasn’t quite enough. They’d been Dutch hesitated, just for a moment. I
outweighed, outplayed, but not out was watching his face and I saw that big
driven. It was still 7-6 against them, jaw start to thrust forward.
however, and Fulton’s greater staying "For heaven’s sake,” Mary Jane scold
power was beginning to tip those scales ed him, as she tugged as his sleeve, “ sit
toward another enemy touchdown. down. Don’t make a scene.”
W e sat fascinated, through that final Dutch shook her hand off his arm, and
quarter, watching our gang get forced walked out to the aisle. He had started
back to the shadow of their goal line, down the steps and gone about ten yards
then stiffen at the last ditch, stemming before the crowd became fully aware of
the tide, and prolonging the agony till him, and realized what he was doing.
Fulton got possession once more. “ What’s got into him? Where’s he go-
“ This is murder,” Mary Jane blurted. in’ ?”
“ It’s almost like watching a snake get "W h o’s that big mug think he is,
ready to strike. I f only we could score walkin’ out on this ball game with ten
—kick a field goal or something.” minutes to play yet?”
“ Uh-uh,” Dutch said. “ Not a field “ Yah, you bum, go on. You wasn’t
goal. That wouldn’t be enough.” needed as bad as you thought. They
I knew what he was thinking. W e were ain’t exactly gettin’ skunked out there.”
definitely going to be scored on again. That started it. It was as if the crowd
The only thing that could help us, that had suppressed its true feelings too long.
could even offer us the hope of a tie, Now the stopper was out and they
was another touchdown. Mary Jane poured insults at Dutch in a flood tide.
didn’t get the idea. Mary Jane is one Boos, catcalls and razzberries anointed
o f those dames with whom hope springs the air. The noise was tremendous. The
eternal. officials had to call a time out as the
“ I’m sure,” she told Dutch, “ you must players could not hear their whistle sig
know all about it, Mister Finkbiner.” nals.
She is an emotional girl. The gang was
getting smeared down there on the turf, UTCH turned around when he
and here beside her sat the man person
ally responsible for the massacre being
D reached the bottom tier of the grand
stand, and looked up at the crowd, which
committed by Chief Raintree and his was pouring its invectives upon him. He
Fulton tribesmen. “ Nobody asked for waited a moment, grinned up banter-
your opinion.” ingly at them, then cupped his hands in
Dutch looked at her. "W hat’s got into an insolent gesture of defiance. They
you? You got a burr under your sad screamed bloody murder at him, then. I
dle?” was afraid they’d actually mob him.
As I say, Mary Jane is a redhead, and I saw the special cops for the game
she runs true to type in the matter of beginning to hover around him, but I
temperament. I do not think she en don’t think Dutch did. He just wasn’t
joyed Dutch’s figure of speech. No mat scared. He wasn’t letting any sports
ter how you twisted his question, Mary mob have the last word with him, either.
Jane ended up being compared with a As a parting gesture, he waved that big
horse. right arm of his toward the field, where
"Honestly, Dutch Finkbiner,” she his erstwhile teammates were valiantly
said, “ you can be the most aggravating trying to hold back those Fultons. And
person I ever saw.” his left hand pinched his nose.
“ Now look here, honey,” Dutch said, It was the last word, all right. It was
“ if you don’t want me to sit here, come the final insult. It was his way of say
right out and say so. I don’t hang around ing, “ Phooey! I should stick around to
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watch those bums stumble around the sliding into paydirt just before he hit
gridiron!” the sideline.
You should have heard the crowd yell W e missed the point. But we had our
at him then. The cops were smart. They touchdown. It was 12-7. W e froze that
formed a cordon around Dutch and hus ball, then, playing for time. Fulton went
tled him out, before something serious crazy for passes. W e kept intercepting.
happened. W e held them. It ended that way. W e
Down on the field I could see our team had a ball game.
talking it over. Or I should say explod I steered Mary Jane on to the field,
ing it over. Mad! You never saw so where the students were snakedancing,
much high blood pressure on one ball and left her outside the fieldhouse. I
team. I could see Chug Hadden holding wanted to get into the dressing room,
on to his broken schnozzle, yapping where I might pick up an inside story
away a mile a minute and pointed to on the game.
himself. Dutch said they smelled. Dutch I had a jolt when I stuck my head in
walked out on them, did he? there. Dutch was on a bench, talking to
So he didn’t think they had a chance to them, same as that day he’d “ explained
pull this one out of the fire, hey? They’d his position. ” As I came in he pulled
show him. up his shirt, revealing an incision scar
Time was back in. W e had it, on our down low on his abdomen.
own thirty-six. I watched the ball go “ Hit me two days before I was due
back from Pudge Podoff to W es Pierce, back here for practise,” he was saying.
on a spinner, and I could almost smell “ Pop rushed me to the hospital, and they
the fighting spirit down there on that had to operate right away. The opera
gridiron. W es took the apple, faced tion went all right, but the doc warned
around and handed it to Chug. me football was out till at least the end
Chug lived up to his name, this time. of this month. You just don’t go out and
Ed Galloway and Hank Pordall had play football right after an appendicitis
cleared a beautiful hole for him in the operation.”
right side o f the Fulton line. Chug “ But why in the name of the devil,”
went through about sixty miles an hour. cut in Tubby Dawes, “ didn’t you just
He crashed headlong into their half come out and say so? Instead of puttin’
back, and bowled the man over. He cut us 511 through the wringer this way?”
to the right, went over the midstripe, Dutch looked hurt. “ Can’t you guess,
got a rider in the person of the Fulton Coach?”
quarterback, and carried his man all the
way down to their forty. HERE was a silence, while we all
The crowd was going out of its mind
now.
TTubby
stared at each other.
said, “ Well, of all the crazy,
"G o !” we were all screaming. “ Go. idiotic— You mean to say this whole
Show Finkbiner. Show that Finkbiner.” thing— You planned it. Right from the
The cheerleaders picked it up, and it beginning. You made a bloody martyr
became a chant. A victory chant, we out of yourself, and got us so hopping
hoped. mad we beat Fulton, But why, Dutch?
Wes Pierce pitched a pass. They had Whatever put you up to a stunt like
Chug bottled up, but Tipper Belonski this?”
got clear, and nailed it down on the Ful “ I have my share of school spirit,”
ton fifteen. He went on to their six be grinned Dutch, “ even if I never talked
fore Raintree turfed him, and it is a safe it up much. I—uh—I can start light
bet that this play alone shortened the workouts on Monday, and I ought to be
lives of every spectator present. I mean, able to play some, against Severn, and
we were all out of this world now. full time the rest of the season. I kind
Poor Fulton. They didn’t know quite of hanker to be on that first unbeaten
what to make of it. W hile they were team, Coach.”
still trying to figure out what had hap “ All that stuff about your studies—”
pened to our suddenly insane team, Tip Dutch looked sheepish. “ I’m doin’ all
per called a quarterback sneak, and right with the books. I had to codk up
slid through the center o f the line, some reason for walkin’ out, or it would
darted into the clear, and raced it out of looked fishy.”
with Chief Raintree on an angled slant, “ I’m sorry, Dutch, about that little
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set-to we had,” Chug Hadden said. o f it, I better go find him and apologize
“ W hy, that wasn’t nothing. Forget it, to him.”
Chug. I have.” “ For what?”
Everybody wanted to shake hands “ Calling him Benedict Finkbiner.”
with him, all of a sudden. Dutch finally Tubby was staring out the dressing
squirmed out, and I got in a word with room window. “ Maybe you were right.”
Tubby Dawes. "H uh?” I said. Then I looked out the
“ Looks like you’ll be earning big window. Mary Jane W hitcomb was
dough at Tech next year, thanks to that standing by the spike iron fence at the
muleheaded young idiot, as you once back o f the field house, where I’d left
called him.” her waiting. Dutch was standing there
“ I wasn’t taken in as much as you with her, and she was staring up at him
think,” Tubby said, looking wise. “ I al with that funny expression I’d noticed
ways knew Dutch was too nice a boy to on her face the day she’d told me what a
pull anything that raw on the college.” magnificent stand he was making against
“ Yes, you knew,” I scoffed at him. I the whole college.
was thinking of the college, and of Little Skeeter doesn’t need a diagram
Prexy Jamison’s fund raising tour. to get the idea. “ That traitor!” I mut
“ Dutch is all right. And come to think tered.
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O NErialofaward,
the most coveted awards in American sports is the John W. Heisman Memo
given annually to the outstanding college football player of the year
by the Downtown Athletic Club of New York City. The prize—a huge silver mug—
is in memory of one of the most likable and smartest of football coaches, a graduate of
Penn in 1891, who played sideline mentor for 36 years thereafter and did much while
running football at such schools as Auburn, Georgia Tech, Penn, Washington & Jefferson
and Rice to develop the modern game.
It is awarded on a basis of leadership, character and personality as well as on yardage
gained or blocked and its winners constitute a unique football honor roll. They are—
All of these boys were great football players—and all had that little bit extra that
counts for so much in life.
Benedict did a skater's overlapping stride, still moving downfield with blistering speed
SUPERNATURAL ATHLETE
By PERRY DIXON
The Mills College Maulers find timid Gene Benedict an uncanny
m ental asset but also a physical handicap to the team, until—
A R L E Y QUINN, head football down with flu, there had been no choice
HERE are those days when a seem vainly to sweep little Athol’s left end,
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stands were comparatively silent and couple o f years, and they’d suddenly
State cheer leaders tried every trick in broken the bounds of restraint and
their repertoire to get some racket snowed him under here on State’s seven
pouring out. yard line. Old Man W orry was the
State lined up for another try. It was twelfth man on the Athol team.
third down and there were still eight big There was no overemphasis regarding
yards to go. From a spinner, the maroon football at State. The college offered
and gray fullback, Mike Hovac, smashed no unreasonable inducements, and the
off tackle for four yards. Jim Cullop two thousand dollars insurance money
would have to kick. Jim Cullop’s father had left behind was
The halfback had to take the bad pass nearly gone. There was no revenue at
from center off his shins and by the time the halfback’s disposal via the G.I. bill
he was in position to kick, Athol’s of rights, for the army doctors had
tackles were in the backfield. Jim Cul turned thumbs down on young healthy
lop started running with the ball and stock with punctured ear-drums. The
was hit hard and dropped on the thirty- going here at State had started getting
two. It was Athol’s ball. tough and the clothes he had to wear
Bidwell quickly sent in a new quar certainly would not get the nod from the
terback. He snapped at the man who had advertising consultants who had cooked
been in there, “ You ever hear of the up the Men of Distinction series.
charts, Hop? Try two running plays at Athol was not holding Jim Cullop.
that spot, and then kick! So you tried One of the mental tacklers was the
three! Look where we are with your thought that he had the inside track
master minding!” with Patricia McElwyn and could never
“ All right, Coach, so I gambled. Noth do anything about it. Her father had
ing else clicked. I thought it would five to ten million dollars and a string
cross ’em up,” the quarterback said. of newspapers and was even being men
Athol, inspired, took the offensive. tioned as the next governor of the state.
The signal caller faded back and threw And there was that agreement he had
a pass that was hobbled by a stringy signed with Sam Steiner who owned the
end in a blue jersey, but the officials minor league pro team, the Canton Bears,
ruled interference. State dug in on their before he’d ever dreamed he would shine
fourteen. Athol’s most competent ball so brightly at State. When he had
carrier immediately broke through signed his name to the paper it had
State’s right side and found State’s Jim never occurred to him that he would
Cullop out of position and picked up ever attract the notice of Packer or Giant
an extra five yards to the home team’s scouts. Only a week ago one had
seven yard line. stopped him on the campus and had
Jim Cullop, when State’s captain, asked him if he had ever considered
Robeson, called for time out, dropped to pro ball. He’d had to admit that he
one knee and shook the fog out of his had, but was not in a position to do
head. He knew he had played the worst business at the moment.
game of his career and that his bogging Time was in and Robeson banged him
down had affected all the other players. on the rump. “ Get in there and hold
The writers had been saying for almost these twerps!”
two years, “ As Cullop goes, so goes State threw an eight man line against
State.” It would appear at the moment the eager Athol team. It stopped the
that they were right. Robeson came visitors cold the first two tries and then
over and banged him on the shoulder. Athol’s field general faded back on third
“ Get your mind on the game, Jim. We down and fired into the end zone where
can’t let these guys score.” Jim Cullop batted the ball out of the
“ That’s right, Eddie,” Cullop said, and reach of an end’s avid fingers. The
hoped a certain co-ed had gone home thousands came up out of the doldrums
for the weekend and was not up there and yelled for State to spoil the last
in the seats. “ W e can’t let ’em score.” Athol thrust. But it was not going to
be a pass or a smash. The visitors de
OME days a man’s worries gang up liberately took a five yard setback for
S on him all at once and he can’t co
ordinate. Bidwell’s star back had col
too much time in the huddle, so that
their place kick specialist would have
lected more than a few during the past more room in which to operate.
Athol’s quarterback held the ball. The
kick was high and true, and a massed P—■AMAZING OFFER T §
groan soughed out of the stands. State
was trailing 3-0.
The half ended that way and a be
wildered State squad moved slowly to
ward the runway leading to the locker
EVERY MAH
room.
Ray Bidwell let them peel off and
towel the sweat from their husky bodies
WHO SHAVES!
before he had his say. He was not a
holler guy and despised dramatics. The
first thing he did was to laugh. “ This
can’t happen here,” he began. “ Athol
3, State 0. Northern beat that team that’s
standing you on your ears 48-6. I know
every break has gone against you and
that they’ve had them all, but a cham
pionship team wins in spite of the bad
breaks. Athol isn’t stopping you. Y ou’re
stopping yourselves because the key man
is having a bad day. W hat’s the matter,
Jim?”
“ Can’t get goin’, Coach,” the right half
said and kept staring at the floor.
“Maybe in the last half I ’ll snap into it.”
Bidwell lectured his quarterbacks and
assured them he would fire them all if
they did not stick to the strategy charts.
He pointed out mistakes on the part of
his guards and tackles, then went over STA R R A Z O R BLA D E
to the trainer to determine the extent W iTH SCALCCTtD ED G ES
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help Jim Cullop run Athol’s kickoff back lete. A couple o f nice fat fees and he
to his own forty-one yard line. Bel would have the crust to beard J. K. Mc-
linger, quarterbacking for State, tried an Elwyn in his den and tell him he was
air offensive that clicked to the Blue’s the guy with definite plans for his
twenty-seven. Here Jim Cullop started daughter’s future.
running the way he could run and he Bidwell said, “ Okay, Jim. But you’ve
broke clear on the eleven and took( the got to be sharper for the Aggies. W e
ball over for a touchdown. State’s cheer lose to them and the big game won’t
ing section showered confetti enough mean too much. H ow are your marks?”
to take care o f a thousand weddings. “ Good enough,” Cullop said, and won
Jim thanked the blocking back, Abe dered if Steiner would agree to take the
Golde, for wiping out the Athol safety ropes off him. He wasted little time
man. Abe grinned and went out and with the silly supposition and leaned
kicked the extra point. State 7, Athol 3. forward to watch a bedraggled Athol
The Blue tried to roll back but Cullop, team try to punch through the State
for the moment, had filed his worries reserve’s line. At the gun he was think
away, and the rest of the team acted ing how incongruous he must seem rid
accordingly. Bidw ell’s spark backed up ing in Pat’s sleek sport coupe, and began
the line on a straight buck and threw to marvel at his own colossal cheek. The
the Athol ball carrier hard enough to co-ed’s allowance at State, he knew, was
shake the ball loose on the blue’s twenty- sufficient to support a middle class fam
two, where Robeson smothered it. ily o f three, and her wardrobe was the
A cross-buck, an in and out run, and talk o f the campus wherever members
a romp around Athol’s left end by Jim o f the distaff side met.
Cullop brought the leather just inside A fter practice the next Tuesday after
the five yard line where the visitors em noon, Jim Cullop had about reached a
ployed an eight-man line, their backs decision. Until pressure cabins in the
playing just behind the rumps o f the space ships were perfected so that men
forward wall. wouldn’t fall apart flying faster than the
“ It would be Thorp on a straight speed o f sound, he deemed it wise to stop
buck,” Athol’s desperate quarterback reaching for a star. He was like that
probably thought. “ Then, if they stop Athol team that had dreamed of reach
ped him short o f the last line it would ing unbelievable heights, only to fall
be Cullop the pay-off man.” apart when class began to assert itself.
Bellinger crossed up the Athol brain It was an object lesson he’d do well to
trust, ran a few steps to the right and remember. For the next two days he
pitched to Linderman stepping into the tried, deliberately avoiding the girl, and
end zone. And now the stands were shunning the telephone at Garfield Hall.
roaring and the cockiness was fading It was hard to take, and his game
from the wearers o f the blue. fcW ell, suffered.
they’d had a right to dream. They tried
ID W E L L called him aside after the
to break through and spoil Abe Galde’s
kick but it split the posts. State 14,
Athol 3.
B final scrimmaging on Thursday after
noon. “ I f you’ve got a lot of worry on
It was all State the rest o f the way, your mind, Jim, I wish you’d confide in
and Jim Cullop, with the score-board me. Maybe I could help. If you need
reading; State 34, Athol 3, was glad when a little dough until—”
Bidwell took him out for he was begin “ I’ll get along,” Cullop ground out.
ning to commit the mental lapses again. “ I ’ve paid my way this far.” •'
How could he cope with five million dol “ That M cElwyn number,” Bidwell
lars and the power o f the press? Play thought, and squirmed on the bench.
ing for Sam Steiner’s Class B pro team “ The kid is big and handsome and is a
meant about three hundred bucks a game. football hero. Period. W hen he peels
The Packers—well, three seasons with off the suit—goodbye, Jim. Been nice
those babies and a lawyer could have to know you, really. I f I lose that con
something to start practicing with. A ference title, I ’ll strangle her.” He said,
library o f books, the clients whp were “ There’s only two games to go, Jim.
impressed with a man’s record as an ath T ry and give me all you have.”
“ Sure, Ray.” Jim Cullop trotted to
ward the gym to get a shower, a cold
one that might drive some of the warmth
To People
out of his chest.
He was walking down into town an
who want to write
hour later, crossing the macadam road b u t c a n ’t g e t sta rted
that led to the railroad station, when
Do you have that constant urge to write
the familiar warning blast of a horn
but the fear that a beginner hasn’t a
spun him around. The long green coupe
chance ? Then listen to what the former
slid to a stop and Pat called, “ Jim !”
He walked up to the car and looked editor o f Liberty said on this subject:
“ There is more room for newcomers in the writing field
into Pat’s dark eyes and offered an apol today than ever before. Some of the greatest of writing
ogy before he found out if one was men and women have passed from the scene in recent
years. W ho will take their places? W ho will be the new
needed. “ I ’ve been busy, Pat. L—” Robert W . Chambers, Edgar Wallace, Rudyard Kipling?
“ Get in, Jim,” the girl said. “ Some Fame, riches and the happiness of achievement await the
new men and women of power ”
thing’s wrong and maybe you’ll feel bet HAD NEVER WRITTEN A LINE
ter if you talk it over.” SELLS ARTICLE BEFORE COMPLET*
ING COURSE
“ I don’t know. I got things to do, “ B efore completing the N . 1. A.
Pat,” he fenced, but got in the car and course, l sold a feature to Screenland
settled back on the soft leather uphol Magazine for $50. That resulted in
an immediate assignment to do an
stery. The coupe started movng, its other fot^ fh e same magazine. After
gaining confidence with successive
powerful engine making very little feature stories, l am now working
sound. into the fiction field. Previous to
enrolling in the N. 1. A ., 1 had never
“ Y ou’ve been off your game, they tell written a line for publication, nor
seriously expected to do so.” ~ Q o n e
me,” Pat said. “ Bidwell blames me. I E . L ev a n t, 116 W e s t A v e „ L os
can tell by the way he looked at me last Angeles 28, Calif.
night when I met him near the chapel.
W riting A p titu d e T e st — FR E E !
He flatters me, Jim.”
“ You imagine that,” the halfback said, T HE Newspaper Institute o f America offers a fra© Writ
ing Aptitude Test. Its object is to discover new recruits
and tried to find courage enough to break for the army of men and women who add to their income
by fiction and article writing. The Writing Aptitude Test
this association up for good and all. He is a simple but expert analysig o f your latent ability, your
powers o f imagination, logic, etc. Not all applicants pass
guessed she liked him well enough, while this test. Those who do are qualified to take the famous
the glamor of the gridiron lasted. She N. I. A. course based on the practical training given by
big metropolitan dailies.
was not quite twenty, he figured, and so This is the New York Copy Desk Method which teaches
did not know her own mind, but would you to write by writing. Y ou develop your individual style
instead o f trying to copy that of others. You "cover” actual
be smart enough to stay in, her class assignments such as metropolitan re
when she was through at State. porters get. Although you work at
home, on your own time, you are con
“ You believe it, too, Jim, Just a dumb
co-ed with too much money, playing
stantly guided by experienced writers.
It, is really fascinating work. Each
week you see new progress. In a mat
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coveted *‘professional” touch. Then
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“ That’s the way the cards fall, Pat,” Aptitude Test. It requires but a few
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he said, thankful for the opening. “ I
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“ Thanks,” she said stiffly. “ Let’s have One Park Avenue, New York 16, N. Y.
(Founded 1925)
a pepsi on that, Jim,” and swung the
wheel angrily. The coupe bounced as it A _ H II Newspaper Institute o f America
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a nice polo coat stopped and looked Jim
Cullop over. The halfback drew in his
breath when he recognized Sam Steiner.
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said.
(M a ch in e ShortK an dJ “ Get one when you play Northern,
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“ You’re a betting man, Mr. Steiner?”
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bsol everjons who Site to tow should
have. It Is free; no o b l i g a t i o n . ' ob'I gettin’ along. Watch yourself, Jim.
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You know I’m countin’ on you to— ”
9 “ Okay,” Jim said irritably. “ Let me
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A Penny May Bring You Pat swished what little coke remained
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W ould y o u ea tab le a pen ny to w in
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ing at it.
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and Thorp said in unison, “ W hat’s eat
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K -U -T F 8 , F r e e p o r t, I llin o is . “ W e’ll plough those farmers under.”
The coach announced his starting line
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Jim Cullop got six yards on a double
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two and a half on a smash in the middle.
O p p o rtu n ities]
W ith the spectators standing and yelling
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Hovac said, kneading his bad knee with
his fingers. “ What got into you since
last week? You slowed up Pete Nihos
and he’s the difference.”
“ The second half will be the toughest,”
Bidwell said. “ I’ve got nothing to say
about the game you’re playing. It ought
to be good enough to see us through.”
32-page Illuatral---------------------- . .. Half way through the third quarter,
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Dept. 8 6 3 P* 100 E» Ohio St,, Chicago 11 the Aggies, sparked by Nihos and Om-
breksi, worked the ball all the way from
FLEA their eight yard line to State’s twenty-
P U LV EX POWDER two, mainly because Bidwell was rest
ing Jim Cullop. Hovac was through
until the game with Northern and he sat
W IT H $% DDT on the bench digging his nails into the
...for tiogs, Kitts fleas and
lie* quick. Steps flees efl *• palms o f his hands and sweating as much
7 Ays. Many hew* m e * , ) '
O R W IT H R O T E N O N E v
as if he had been working on the field.
. . . for eats, dogs. Quickly Bidwell, when Nihos got five more
kill* fleas, lice. Kills flees
when put an • single spot. yards on a cutback, said quietly, “ Okay,
n*««r formula. '' * Jim. Get the kinks out of your legs.”
mo* tonsa«•**••
The crowd let loose with a grateful
138
roar when they saw number eighty-eight
peel off his parka and start warming up.
After the next play that netted the
0 BACKS) ITCHING between iOES?
Help Yourself ts Ills ! KiHof witb QUINSANA .
Aggies two yards, Jim Cullop trotted — Amazing f a l l s on Athlete’s Foot!
out to report. He wondered if Pat was Tests prove that 9 out of 10—even advanced cases
lending her voice to the salvo of cheers, —get complete relief fromitching, burningAthlete’s
and if she was still thinking of Sam Foot after 30-day Quinsana treatment.
Steiner. Qulnsana’a antiseptic action helps prevent the
The Aggies huddled. They could tie growth of the fungi that cause Athlete's Foot. It
works fast to end the misery of itching, cracking,
it up here, or go out in front. Pete peeling between toes. And daily Quinsana use
Nihos came roaring in after faking to helps prevent recurrence of Athlete’s Foot! m *.-.
Plasch and hit the left side of the State Ruliova burning tired feet! Soothing, cooling
line, and Cullop, anticipating the point Quinsana Foot Powder helps keep feet dry, com
of attack, was waiting. He piled into a fortable^ It aids in absorbing excessive perspira
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blocker and drove him against Nihos, and Shake Quinsana on your feet Shake It In shoes to
Pete tumbled head over heels and rolled absorb moisture. Use Quiasanaevery day.
off Robeson’s big rump and was smoth
ered by half the State team. No gain.
Nihos got up and his leg buckled under
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of pace. At midfield he began to ac
celerate speed. Thorp and Robeson > , DO YOU SUFFER
were with him. The captain and tackle
eliminated the safety man on the Aggie
thirty-five and Cullop romped over for RHEUMATISM?
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his interests on the Northern game, could
Learn D IE S E L and might let it be known that Jim
Cullop had signed an agreement to give
AUTOM OTIVE the Canton club first call on his pro
services. It would leave a sour taste in
A N D ALLI ED Bidwell’s mouth. There was an old
MECHANICS saying, “ W hose bread I eat, his song I
at Home In sing.”
Abe Golde kicked the extra point for
Spare Time
State and his team was out in front 20-7.
W o u ld y o u I lk * a g o o d p a y Job w o r e s p e c ia lis e d fie ld s o f D ie s e l
in th e f a s t - g r o w in g D ie s e l an d fu e l I n je c t io n , a u to m o tiv e ear-
A u t o m o t i v e I n d u s t r y ? I n s t a ll, b u re t io n , ig n itio n a n d m o to r
HE last quarter meant no quarter for
T
m a in ta in a n d r e p a ir D ie s e l, sem i* t u n e -u p . S p a re T im e W o rk le s
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y o u r c h o ic e o f m a n y in t e r e s t in g
fie ld s . O r o p e r a t e y o u r o w n s e r v
le a rn ! S end th e c o u p o n tod ay f o r
F re e S a m p le L e s so n a n d b ig either team. The going was rugged
i c e s h o p o r c o m m e r c ia l g a r a g e ! O p p o r tu n ity B o o k c o n t a in in g
. O u r M a ste r S h o p M eth od
c o m p le t e in fo r m a tio n . and penalties built up. The Aggies set
H o m e T r a in in g Q u a lifie s Y o u
f o r T h e s e O p p o r t u n it ie s
H o m e S tu d y an d R e s id e n t
T r a in in g O ffered themselves back twenty-five yards dur
W e te a c h y o u n o t o n ly b a s le
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APPROVED FOR VETERANS ing an offensive that brought them to
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kept thinking of what people might say
if they heard about that paper, especially
if a big team like Northern beat us next
week or next year—” G et R e lie f T h is Proven Way
“ Pat, you risked all that dough—on a Why try to worry along with trasses that gouge your
bum like m e?” He laughed the question fiesh—press heavily on hips and spine—enlarge o p e n in g -
fa il to hold rapture T You need the Ctathe. No leg-straps
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advisers— I’m looking ahead, Jim, but—
aren’t you with me?”
He still could not quite catch on. He ^ S c ra tc h in g
wondered if that last tackle Ombreski \ft.May CaustJnfaeOm
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talking to Steiner out at Jensen’s. I had
to play my brains out all afternoon.”
What to do for Pat sighed and looked out over the
lake. “ What have I got to do, Jim?
CHAFING Make the first pass and risk having it
grounded? I have my pride, too. Do
you love me or don’t you?”
He had her in his arms the next mo
W hen the agony of chafing skin almost seta ment and felt her cling to him as if he
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nam e and get what you ask for—-5 9 c . _ Cullop.
Shock number two hit him between the
eyes when he trotted into the post office
to mail a letter she had given him. He
W M B was about to push it through a slot when
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1 needled him to playing over his head
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poorly regarded maneuver. Army, en
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