The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-10-16
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The first play demonstratd that what
ever else he might be Parker was no
coward. Whenever there was a rush
through his side of the line he was gen
orally found at the bottom of the heap
when the mass of men untangled itself.
But the fierce, determined, bulldog game
that Hanover was playing was beginning
to tell, and slowly the ball was being car
RED nearer the coveted Clevedon goal.
Fifty yards, 45 40, until the bali lay on the
30-yard line, and here the advance stopp-
ed. Three times the Hanover backs drove
headlong into the Clevedon line, only to
be held and thrown back again.
1t was the old guard at Waterloo over
again. One more play and the ball must
go to Clevedon. But the goal was traight
ahead and only thirty yards away, and a
well-dTected drop KICK would put Hanover
five points to the good. The full-back
dropped back, and every one knew what
was coming. Every man was croUching
low in the line with muscles tense and
every sense alert watching the bali and
the man opposite him. Back went the
bah to the fullback and after 1t the
C.evedon quarterback, lodging quickly
through hole between center and guard,
but just too late. The ball barely cleared
his fingertips, as it sailed up into the air
and straight between the goal posts. A
clean kick and The Hanover bleachers
roared and waved their approval.
Parker in the rush of the moment, was
conscious of nothing but a mad desire 10
tear his way through the line and reach
fuilback. but, struggle as he would the
man opposite him Blocked him hard and
low, and his effort was futile On the
Clevedon side of the field there was a
gloomy silence that was almost tangible
Only seven minutes to play, and the score
to against them.
Burrows put the ball in play again with
low, swift kick, that sent it straight at
one of the big Hanover guards Taken
by surprise, instead of holding it, he let
the ball bound back from his broad chest
straight toward Parker, who was rush
ing down the field. As the ball bounded
toward him, remembering the injunction
of the coach never to try to pick up a
ball unless he had a clear field before
him, he threw himself full length at the
coveted oval, and gathered it is his arms
At the same moment the unlucky guard
rushing from the other direction to re-
pair his error, stumbled over the pros
trate form, and, whether it was inten-
tional or accidental, no one ever knew
struck poor Parker fun in the face with
the toe of his heavy shoe cutting a deep
cash above his left eye. To the Clevedon
supporters on the side lines it seemed
as though an evil fate was pursuing them.
There was no one to take Parker's place.
and how could he play with a deep cut
in his head and the blood streaming down
his face? But they failed to recognize
the spirit of the boy, and when the coach
tried to lead him from the field he fatty
refused to be taken away Let me stay
the game out" he pleaded, and then as
a shrewd afterthought he added who'll
you put in my place, anyway The force
of this argument struck the coach and.
pleased with the boys grit he had no
alternative but 10 yield, and back into
his place went Parker, with his bloodv
face and handkerchief bound round his
head.
If he had played hard before he played