The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1903-08-23
CADET STORIES-HOW THE GAME WAS WON

Fifteen minutes still to play!" an
nounced the umpire. And the ball was
on the cadets 20-yard line.
Come, brace up. boys. brace up!"
cried Garry" in the hope of stiffening
the resistance, and the High School at
tempt TO break the line was failure.
"Once more and we've got emf
Nevertheless. the enemy succeeded IN
gaining the coveted yards. Thirteen
minutes TO play, and the ball on the
cadets hfteen-yard linei
Move on. Mr.. Haswell!"
At that moment the two teams claShed
In furious struggle. and when at last
they separated one of the cadets was
seen lying on the ground.
Time" cried the umpire, and Gar
ry'' picked UP the wounded soldier IN
his brawny arms and carried him of
the field
Garry, Garry!" said a timid voice at
his elbow. and a hand plucked his sleeve
as he arose from depositing the injured
player on an outspread coat.
We'll. what is it?'' impatiently IN
quired the Irishman as he turned to
face McChesney, the hoy whom Shorty
Carson and his friends had taught q
much-needed lesson in values.
With difficulty McChesney stammered
a scarcely audible sentence into Gar
rvs" ear.
Whats that?' cried the astounded
Individual "You come over to 'Slouchy'
George with me this Instant" and grab
bling the frightened boy by the~collar he
hustled him across the field on dead
run 10 where the delinquents were
marching up and down.
professor" he painted. when they
stood before the chemistry Instructor.
this man SAYS Haswell didn't leave
the water turned on: he was the one
"Is that so, McChesney?" asked the
teacher, sharply.
yes. sir" replied McChesney. Il did
it. but l couldn't bear to see the game
lost, so l owned I'D 10 ie."
You are excused, MI. HaswelI. Re
port to your room under arrest, Nc
Chesney."
Quick. hustle into your football
clothes!" cried Garry" giving Henry
an unnecessary shove toward quarters.
'TU hold the game till you get back
If have TO catch the mumps TO do It. "
Five minutes later Henry Brotted out
onto the field in place OF the injured
PLAYER, and the battle was on again.
"Hoo-rayl Hoo-rayi L. c. OF A.
Haswell!' shouted the corps as the ball
was snapped back and tossed into the
eager hands Of the new halfback.
Forward he shot as though projected
out OF a catapult. but like pack Of
hounds the opposing team was upon nun
and he was downed with gain OF only
one yard. Another trial, and two more
yards were secured.
Five, six, nine, threel" cried the
quarterback, and the next moment the
ball was tossed TO Garry" for kick.
But one of the enemy broke through and
he was downed before he could raise
his foot. Eight yards had been lost.
We've done you this time. lansing
cried the opposing captain in premature
exuItation.
Seven. eight, FIVE, two!' cried the
Quarterback before the astonished visi-
tors, who had already relaxed their ef-
forts, realized that the scrimmage had
been formed, and moment later Henry
held the ball safely tucked away under
his lett arm
There he goes, Knock him over,
HaswellI Good boyi Great" shrieked
the onlookers in an ecstasy of excite
ment as Henry went speeding down the
field. dashing aside greedy hands that
sought to pull him down. He had now
reached the enemy's 25-yard line. and
but one man remained 10 pass. But from
behind came the sound as OF a galloping
horse. and he nerVously glanced over
his shoulder. Not a yard behind him