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sessed him and he fumb1ed at his
sweater. Someone grabbed it and jerk
ed it over his head. He turned and
looked into the face of the coach,
white and drawn with agony
:. Scrub. play the game, he said
simply, its up to you"
AS the team lined up he was a little
bit dazed. He heard the yell from
the bleachers-the "Wahoo' yell with
Scrub" at the end of it. But it dio
not make him angry to be called
scrub now-somehow he seemed to
like it. Just before the quarter OF the
crimson team began to give the sig
nails he looked up at the bleachers and
saw Her sitting beside her roommate.
in the fifth row of the center section.
There was an anxious look on her face
but it seemed as if she was looking at
him. He looked again to see and that
moment an avalanche struck him. He
was fattened to the ground and crawl
ed out from beneath the pile, bruised
and GREATNESS. His inattention had
cost his team four yards. It was with
a sfckening feeling that he went back
to his place for he noticed that his
own full back was now standing be-
hind the last white line. Someone was
hurt and there was moments rest.
He looked up at the bleachers again.
She was sitting there, her blue PEN
nant dropping across her lap, her lips
set together and her face very white.
He did not look again but went to his
place and waited
There We're but six yards more ard
the crimson quarter was very del ber-
ate as he gave the signal Thirty
seven-twenty- eight-fifty-four. The
blues thought the signal sounded
familiar and massed behind Scrub.
But he was now on the alert and had
detected the difference. He saw the
ger look of the opposite half and sur
missed that it was to be a delayed pass
and a run around the other end. The.
ball was snapped. The crimson quar-
ter held it a second, But it was n Sec
ond too long With strength born
of despair and the look of pleading in
Her eyes scrub burst through the
line and was on him. They both went
down and the ball rolled clear. Like
a fla h scrub was up and on it and
started down the field. His knee was
hurt it panied him so that he could
hardly move it. Yet he ran on. In
his ears was the din of shouting. The
Pomona bIeachers were gone mad, the
din of cheering was terrific yet it only
seemed to him to be like the distant
buzz of bees. The bleachers We're a
ma. of waving flags yet he did not
see them, he only saw the white lines,
one after the other, stretching on ana
on for miles it seemed to him.
kT1an, 1air1pd him every stem was
the most exquisite agony. He must
stop. No. he must not He must keep
going on and on, forever, for Pomona
and Her. ''Thud, thud thud." Was
that his heart beating So loudly? Sure
Iy not. oh, it was somebody pursu-
ing him. He must run faster; no, he
couldn't. He looked ahead. Still the
white lines reaching on and on. Would
they never end? He could hear the
painting breath of his pursuer now. He
was close behind. He must step: no, |
he must go ON. Suddenly he trfpped. |
He was falling, falling He must hold |
on the bail. Still falling. Then all
was black
When scrub awoke his face was
wet and the coach was looking down /
into his face. His team mates We're |
all around. He smiled weakly who |
won?" he asked. Listen answered
the coach and far eaway he heard a |
roar. At first il was unintellieibla and =
then he heard the strains of "Ghost
Dance and a smile came over his face
as, in the distance a thousand voices
Joined in the old refrain /
Long live Pomona-live Pomona."