The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1904-11-24

university full in his tracks and the
crimson backs began hammering again.
Captain Weston. the veteran of four
seasons at right half flung himself
against the plays that the university
men sent between him and the tackle
but somehow he had lost the old-time
fire. TN a back number he groaned,
TIN only a 'has-been', and his weak
shoulder throbbed with pain as he
blocked a buck that was sent directly
into him. I'D like to see them do that
again he thought, and pulling himself
together broke through and dropped
half back behind the line on an at
tempted end run. Third down, eight
yards to gain called the referee and
Weston saw the fullback drop back of
the line for a punt. The second the ball
moved he was through the line. The
pass was trifie high and the kicker
juggled the ball a moment. In a flash
the big half was on him and the two
went down with a crash amid the wild
cheers of the Pomona bleachers.
Now Pomona stormed at the crimson
line but it held like stone wall.
There was a deathlike stiffness as Nc
Nulty stepped back. The quarter drop
ped on his knees and patted the earth
into a smooth, round spot. Back came
the ball, McNulty's foot swung forward
and the crimson line charged. But
they were a second too late and the
spheroid shot between the goal posts
amid the widest cheering on the Po-
mona side of the field and the score
was six to four. The teams lined up
for the kickoff once more and the uni
versity got the ball. Pomona's short
rally seemed to have taken all her
strength for again the blue line was
forced back, faster this time than be-
fore, and only the call of time kept the
university from another score.
AS the team gathered in the dressing
room between the halves the coach
mounted his chair again and delivered
lecture. He urged the men to fight
harder He told them their weak spots
and made suggestions as to strength
ening them. Now men. hang together
we must win. The quarter must be
ready to back Weston here. he has a
bad shoulder. but we can't help that.
That hole must be held. Play the game,
fellows, play like the devil. And you
subs, listen to what I'm saying, for one
of you may have to go in at any min
ute. Now fellows get out, the whistle
is blowing"
Jimmy Willard squatted down on the
side lines as the teams lined mp again.
Wrapped in a gay blanket. he seemed
like an Indian as he sat there, silent.
with drawn look on his face. He
was scrub half back, brought along
as a substitute. because two others who
had been ahead of him had succumbed
TO the grueIing practice of the weeks
before the big game and We're laid UP
with their injuries. OF all this he was
conscious. He was on the scrub team
and he was the scrubbiest of the scrubs.
He knew this too. For four long years
ne had allowed himself to be batted
and rolled around the campus gridron
in order that the varsity might have
practice. At times he has thought to
served his alma mater as a target for
her defenders long enough. He ought
to be given a chance on the big team.
And then the consciousness of his awk-
wardness would come over him, the
knowledge that he was duffer-a
scrub, and he would go back again TO
his old place. Then there was a girl
in the case. He often had pictured him
self borne on the shoulders of admir-
ing students going past her. seated on
the bleachers and getting a radiant
smile that was reward enough for all
his toll Yet here he was a senior and
seemingly as far away from winning
his varsity p and Harriets smile
as ever
Out on the field things were going !