The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-11-18

ter snapped the ball. then heaving up
ward and forward against the crimson
line, while the swift halfbacks shot to
right or left and stopped suddenly I'M
der an avalanche Of striped jerseys. If
he hadn't thrown away his chance on
a girl, Billy thought to himself, as the
stands roare1 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 quarterback on his own thir-
ty-yard line. Every Yale man was OH
his feet. yelling;
"Yale-Yale-Yalei"
The sidelines were dancing Coaches
were hurrying down the field to each
other, blowing through the substitutes.
Billy Parker nodded to one of them,
Martin. the head coach. who had a long
his credit, and who ran past him.
chewing cigarette exultantly. We've
got 'em." Martin grinned.
Billy Parker watched the sight ex-
citedly. Even if he couldn't play, and
if neither side had scored, and if there
were but twenty minutes left to play
in, Yale could hold them now and then
make a touchdown. Lined up on their
own thirty-yard chalk mark the GRIM
son eleven was crouching for a final at
tack down the field. Their quarterback
was shaping men on the shoulders and
giving final directions. The Harvard
H.
Harvard Harvard. Harvard,''
There came a quick, snappy signal
Harvard gained three yards. Another
and they gained two. Twice more and
a crimson halfback shot round Yale's
end for ten yards. Both teams were
fighting every inch. At the end of
every play men were lying on their
backs on the hard turf, while rubbers
with bottles ran out under the deafen-
ing din and sponged their heads with
water.
Harvard, Touchdown. Harvard"
Billy Parker could see as everybody
in the grand stands could, that Harvard
was making her last, desperate attack
of the game. His fingers itched to be
out there. A constant uproar of cheers
filled the air. From all four sides of
the towering black grand stands, blue
and red flags waved out necessarily.
No one could hear the signals of the
quarterbacks in the steady cheers.
But. with ten minutes left to play.
something important was going on n
the Harvard line.
Those Harvard backs were suddenly
beginning to make big holes in the Yale
line A certain easy play was going
every time. Billy Parker had seen a
man run out from the Harvard side
lines to take somebody's place. IT was
this man who was making the gains.
Every other minute the ball would be
snapped back. this man would take it.
there would be a smashing kaleido-
scope of plunging crimson jerseys and
the new man would be around his end
Smiths end. Once he had made two
Yards. Then ten. Then fifteen. The
ball had moved from Harvard's Coward
line to YaIe's 35-yard line. Billy
jumping from his seat, had crouched,
tremblingly to watch the play. He saw
big Dale, at center, push and shove
and Thacher, at right tackle, lunge
forward, and Smith, at his end, jump
in each time and lose his man.
ooh, stop it-please stop itr' Billy
Parker yelled in a pleading voice. A
coach told him to dry Up.
And then something happened. Billy
Parker, crouching on the side lines,
on the bench behind him. Tonmy's
face was white. He pointed with his
pencil to the Harvard line.
Dickinson" shouted Tommy
Billy looked instantly, for the first
time into the face of the Harvard
halfback, who was making the gains
through Yale's line. 1t was he. Dick
inson. the man who had taken Miss
Baxter away from him. He bristled up
suddenly-Dickinsoni Why, then. Miss
Baxter must be there, too. Hadn't she
thrown him over for Dickinson He
turned sharply and stared into the
grandstand. In the mass of people low
down near the fence Billy Parker look
ed straight at brown-haired girl. who
sat between an old man who had his
hat in the air, and an elderly laiv who
wore a red carnation. But it wasn't
that fact that sent the blood from
Billy Parker's face. Miss Baxter was
not in red. for Dickinson. She wore a
blue flag in her dress. Billy Parker
stood up on the side lines. with his
mouth open and stared at her. The
next moment she saw him and tore out
the blue flag and waved it at him.
Billy gasped. In spite of the fact that
fresh Harvard yell was going up at
that time, Billy Parker jumped through
crowd of groaning substitutes and
dived between two coaches who said
things to him, and grabbed Tommy
Nolan by the shoulder.
Here. Tommy" he gasped quickly.
drop that pad. Come here He
| jeTked the perspiring Tommy to his
feet and shook him.
Now" he said shortly, and his eyes
bIazed. what do you know about Miss
Baxter?"
Tommy Nolan grinned. Billy Parker
shook him again.
s.out with it," he said He was hot
all over.
81 said Tommy Nolan Il knew a