Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1891-11-07

walk up and over him, and the man opposite
drops his hands down, palms backward which
throws his elbows up sharply with jerk. and
In such way as to catch the joyous substitute
permissible il you know how do it, and the
umpire is not looking.
think there should be a companion picture
to this one, with the same title. 1t would not
be az dramatic, but it would be more pathetic.
It would show the side lines and a row Of
anxious. interested faces of many young men
not yet thirty, who are watching the game as
in&ently as a broker watches the tape, and who
are ''out Of the game" forever. They envy this
youth who has just been borne off the field
will be back on it in day or two, while they
must keep behind the ropes for the rest Of the
season, and for all the other seasons to
come. They are the small army Of ex-
players, the "has beens," as the ungracious
players of the season call them, and they are
out Of tho game in earnest. If fond mothers
and timid fathers have any sympathy to spare
let them give il to these. The boys who are
playing do not want it. And perhaps tho ex-
players do not want it either, but they would
like a little more consideration from the under
graduates. They would like them not to stare
30 biankly when they tell respectfully Of the
great half backs of their day, and wish they
would not reply politely:
..Indeedy Yes? And on what team did he
play?''
Inlnk OF "! man whom one cOnsluereu
it an honor to be knocked over by when he
made his sensational runs, and o blessed boon
to be fortunate enough to stop! And then to
be asked on what team he played! One is not
forgotten half so soon Swhen one is gone" in
real life as in college life, for the college hero
only lasts four years, until the freshman class
OF his day has become the senior class of the
present. and after that If he hopes to be remem-
bered by his alma mater he must 60 down
every odd day and coach the team, or give
prize cups and grand stands.
And even when he does come down to coach
the undergraduates sometimes grumble. Yes,
they say, with federation, but the game has
changed SO, you see. Those long passes and
runs around the end must have been very
pretty to watch, but you can't gain ground un-
less you put your men through the center.
And the ex-player bows before the patent and
obvious fact that the speaker is in canvas, while
he is not.
And yet you younger gentlemen might be
more tolerant. Because, you see, it will not
be very long before you will be back Of the
ropes yourselves, and watching your younger
brother play much sharper game tnan you
ever did. And the papers will not always
talk OF you and your sprains, and you will
not always pass on through life before a bat
terry Of photographers cameras. The day will
come, as the villains say, when you would
give all you have earned on the street thai
month to be out on the frozen field in your
dirty patched uniform, and to feel the blood
tngle with the cold and hear the roll and shock oil
the college yells as they sweep over your
head, and to see out Of the corner Of your eye
the high black masses at the Sides and the
coaches rocking on their springs, and the sud
den rise and fall of the flags. and to delight
| once again in your own strength and in the re
sistance to it. And then you will be sorry vol
| we're not more polite to the young old fogie
| who tried to get back into it again by talking
to you, for then you will be tout Of the game.