Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1909-01-08

Sett.
Yet his left end and left tackle we're
behind him and to the right, joining
the crowd of swiftly running players.
1t was all too plain to Hartland's op-
ponents and to half the onlookers. The
ball must be passed into the midst of
that closely woven gang 1t would dis
appear for a moment, then from the
piling scramble some fleet-footed fly
er would emerge for a desperate tear
around the end. Newbert had no in
reference on his left and three men
to stop him. Evidently Capt. Hart
land had need of every head, hand
and foot to carry out his plan. Ten
men against eight would count great.
ly at the onset, now almost upon them,
and his stout left guard might be re-
lied upon to do better battering than
impossible running. All! sure enough.
Newbert, slipping behind the center,
was making an arm movement.
Quick" rang out from his captains
lusty lungs-three of his team
crouched like cats and their eight op-
ponents, like one man, swerved to the
right and fell upon the thrusting arms
all eager for the expected ball.
Then was there a grand tumble, ex-
cited shouts, legs in the air, howl of
dismay from Capt. Tenley roar from
the bleachers, shrieks from the grand
stand, and rah-rah's from the friends
of the contestants. Two of Hartland's
men wriggled out of the mess and
shot in different directions.
Their tackles!" yelled Tenley. Get
away! Look out for the man with the
ball!"
But where was the ball?
In the scrambling confusion no one
had noticed Olney Newbert. Now, as
the tangled mass separated after the
futile struggle of those few blinded
seconds, a man was seen dashing
straight for the goal, with no one in
his path except McDowd.
There was something queer about
this mans running, but he was cover
ing ground at tremendous rate. He
appeared to slip a trifle every few
strides, and paved the air with his
right arm, as If to keep his balance.
His lips barred his teeth, his set face
glistening with sweat, his eyes bulged,
a strange, unmindful agony seemed
written upon him. Little McDowd said
afterwards land the quarterback was
afraid of nothing) that he thought
Newbert's mind was gone, and he did
not dare to tackle him in front, but,
knowing that he could overtake him,
grabbed him from the rear at what
| arta ip1x or
the goal.
After him pounded the whole mob.
A great roar filled his ears. He saw
the goal posts grow near-nearer. Had
he lodged a man back there, and how?
Where was McDowd? He had meant
to run right over McDowd. The quar-.
ter-back was at his very heels, almost
touching him, but Newbert did not
know it.
He guessed IL feet would take him
to the line. Now-he must remem
ber to call down" Afterwards, nc
matter.
Why! had his left leg caught in a
trap? Was he staggering, falling
Something had him pinned. Well, he
should yank out of that.
With a mighty plunge the man
threw himself forward, kicking, claw.
ing wriggling, squirming, dragging, at
last to rise on one knee for a launch,
ing of his remaining strength final
terrible effort, with a word at his
parched lips.
Down." he ga5ped, both arms
around the ball and his head upon it
McDowd, the trap" who had made
capital tackle and been plowed dirt
lily the better part of ten feet, let go
got up. and looked hard at the in
sensibls form.
| The college football player is not 6
, demonstrative individual, as a rule.
The quarterback knelt, patted the
broad back tenderly, and felt curious
ly of Olney's left leg.
Something wrong here, DOCTOR" he
, said, as physician hurried up. THE
r man never struggled with this limb
! 1t was like hanging to rag. He mus
have made his great run on hi:
nerve"
5 Bruised and weak, probably. Bones
t are all right Yes, the excitemen
, caused him to forget, I suppose. Rol
: him over and let him snuff these salts
: He has merely tainted. I'll have the
/, lad fit to shake hands, soon."
: Hartland kicked a goal as Newber
was carried quickly to one side. Th'
players trotted off the field; the shout
: ing multitude thinned like, huge, gayl.
: colored flower beds torn by driving
storm tha thunder Of annlauSa diai
? into murmurs.
1 Then the captain of the winning
/ team walked over to the group abou
4 the litter.
;. DIR Hazard" he whispered, "how
D it? He has an inyitation to dine a
S seven. If he can't go, I'll send word.
e Important? Yes? oh, we'll, guess