The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1906-11-18
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men, like Smith. who had been freshman
| end and captain, and who hadn't any such
| reason for a slump, from getting his posi-
| ton.
Which had a good deal to do with the
reasons Tommy Nolan didn't feel called
upon to give when he asked the Dean for
a days vacation. Nor did he tell the Dean
| where he was going, which has a good
| deal to do with this story, as will pres
| emily be seen.
| From your seat In the grand stand at a
| Yale Harvard football game you can look
| down on a sight that you can see but
once a year. And that is great oblong
| of chalk-marked grass with a white goal
| post at either end, far down in the middle
| of high amphtheatre of towering tiers
of seats, packed tight with cheering, ex-
| cited people-graduates and undergradu-
| ates with red bands on their hats or blue
| flowers in their button holes, girls with
| crimson flags and girls with blue flags,
| and whole sections of excited people in
| winter furs and blankets. Massed sec
! tions of Yale or Harvard undergraduates
are shouting. and drowning out their
bands. and listening cheerfully TO hard
working young men in their shirt sleeves
who jump up on the low fence above the
substitutes benches in front of the grand
stands and wave their arms and sing out;
"Now-are you ready? Long cheer-ev-
| erybody in it,
| An hour later, II you are a Harvard
| man, you are yelling and waving your
| hat and wondering If those Ellis are
| ever going to stop pounding that Harvard
/ line long enough to let Harvard make
| touchdown. If you are Yale man you
are jumping to your feet and getting into
| that joyous song:
More work for the undertaken"
| or that rafting, long Yale cheer with the
| calling out to your tattered line down
| there on the middle of the field TO Hold
| 'em! Yale Hold emf
That is. you do all that If you know
what a big thing IL Is. to win Yale
Harvard football game, and Billy Parker
did All that first half while the two
teams had been fighting in deafenlng
| din of cheers and songs, but with no
score, Billy Parker had squirmed under
| his gray blanket on the side lines, and
called himself names and stared out at his
eleven on the field; each man so familiar
| to him. the giant line bending to their
knuckles till the big center snapped the
| ball, then heaving upward and forward
| yainst the crimson line. while the swift
| ha,f-backs shot to right or left and
| stopped suddenly under an avalanche OF
striped Jerseys. If he hadn't thrown away
| his chance on a girl, Billy thought to him
self. as the stands roared again, and the
second half began, he could have gone
out there and done something. Smith was
getting tired. But he couldn't go out. He
didn't have the sand. If things had only
been different-if Dickinson
A quick, singing yell broke out from
the Yale stands, and Billy Parker jumped.
The Yale fullback had kicked long, low.
beautiful punt, and Smith, the Yale right
end. had tackled the Harvard quarter
back on his own 0-yard line. Every Yale
I, Do
| "Yale-Yale-Yale"'
The sidelines were dancing. Coaches
were hurrying down the field to each
other, ploughing through the substitutes.
Billy Parker nodded to one OF them' Mar
( tin the head coach, who had long Sc
ries of brilliant plays on that field to his
! credit. and who ran past him, chewing =.
| cigarette exultantly. We've got EN-,
\ Martin grinned.
| Billy Parker watched the sight excited
ly. Even IL he couldn't play, and If neith-
/ er side had scored. and If there were but
| twenty minutes. left to play in, Yale could
hold them now and Their make touch
down. Lined up on their own thirty-yard
| chalk mark the crimson eleven was
| crouching for final attack down tho
field. Their quarterback was Shaping
| men on the shoulders and giving final d.
rections. The Harvard stands echoed with
a long. imploring:
Harvard! Harvard. Harvard
There came quick, snappy signal.
Harvard gained three yards. Another and
they gained two. Twice more and GRIM
son halfback shot around Yale's end for
ten yards. Both teams were fighting ey-
cry inch At the end of every play men
were lying on their backs on the hard
turf while rubbers with bottles ran out