The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-10-16

The great game of the season for which
an the others were but a preparation, was
the one with Hanover Col
lege and was to be played
this year al Clevedon. For three years the
yellow and Elue of Hanover had waved
triumphant and their team was reported
TO be in better condition than ever.
AT last the great day arrived and the
morning train brought with it the Han
over team and great crowd of students
already boasdng of the victory that was
sure to be theirs. Odds were offered free
~, but the Clevedon boys mindful of the
lessons of former defeats, were slow 10
bet and much Hanover money went beg
ging.
The day was an ideal one for football,
crisp and cool with that suspicion of
frost in the air that puts every player
on his mettle, and makes every nerve
Jingle with pure human joy of living.
VI such day even a disordered liver
loses its ascendancy over the mind aud
the blood races through the veins in
an exhilaratng food In spite of the
lateness of the season the close clipped
turf was green and soft as velvet, and
the Held, lined on either side with
bleachers filed with gayly dressed,
Tlbbon- bedecked crowd, was an inspir-
ing sight. Every one in the little town,
without regard 10 age, sex or present con-
N'tAOi4 VI SSINItuOes ndu turned out 10 Wit
Eess what proved TO be a battle royal.
Hanover, with their usual good for
tune, won the toss and chose the north
goal, with the wind at their backs. Bur-
rows, the Clevedon fulback, swung his
toe into the pigskin and sent it whirl-
ing Wen down into the enemy's coun-
try, with the ends close after it, and
the battle was on, Hanover sent their
backs around the Clevedon ends for a
few short gains, and then lost the ball
on tumble. Clevedon held 1t for a few
plays and lost il, and so the battle ragged
Back and forth in the center of the field
they fought. Occasionally a long kick
by the fulback would drive the ball down
the field, and one goal or the other would
be temporarily endangered, but soon the
ball would be carried back to the center,
and the struggle would be begun again.
The teams were so evenly matched that
neither was able to gain more than a tenn
porary advantage over the other, and the
first half closed without either having
scored.
For the first five minutes of the sec
and half it was the same story over
again, but after one of Hanover's fierce
PUSHES into the line a figure was seen
stretched on the ground and thrill of
apprehension ran along the side lies
who is it?" rs he Hanover or Clevo-
don?" What subs have we?', were some
of the question anxiously asked.
To the dismay of the Clevedon contin-
gent, it was discovered in a moment
that 1t was Brice, the big left tackle,
whose lame ankle had finally succumbed
10 a severe wrench. For him~to continue
longer in The game was out of the quos-
ton, but who was there to take his place?
The only man who had practiced in that
position was Parker, and when the root
ers' saw him strip off his sweater and
trot across the field obedient 10 the cap
tain's summons their hearts sank within
them. What chance would such a green
stripping as he have against such a heavy,
experienced player as the Hanover tackle,
but the captain remembered Parker's play
against Brice, and held his peace.