Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-05-25
Among the Apple Trees
. Story Of
Farm Life
Copyright, 1910. BY American
Press Association

Gladys by the arm. "There's Jeff!r
But Gladys had already seen him
and was waving a Minnesota pennant
with all her might.
jeff saw them at almost the same
instant and waved his hand.
Doesn't he look big and strong In
those football things" cried Mabel.
"And oh, see, there's Harold!' as the
Iowa team came running out. The
crowd was on it's feet In an instant,
and the Iowa yell echoed across the
campus as the two teams lined up.
Then the whistle blew, and the great
game was on. Mabel put her hand
kerchief to her eyes as the two lines
came together with thud that shook
the tense air. Gladys only wished that
she had more eyes in order that she
might see more of it.
"Seew she cried, Selling Beth by the
arm as jeff, who was playing quarter,
broke away for a twenty yard run
down the field toward Iowa's goal. 1t
looked for a moment as if he had got
clear away, and then with a long
jump Harold tackled him, and they
went down together.
Play followed play in quick success
sion, but it seemed to the girls that 1t
was largely a fight between the two
opposing quarterbacks, with the rest
of the players to lend color to the
scene.
The first half passed with no score.
and the whistles called the men up for
the final struggle. Minnesota secured
the ball on the kickoff, and their IA
nous Flying wedge" took them back
nearly to the center OF the field. Then
JEFF got away with the ball and adj
vanced it to Iowa's forty yard line.
A line smash took it five yards far
Their, and there it stuck. Twice the
great human machines came together.
and twice Minnesota failed to gain.
AS last resort JEFF dropped back to
kick goal. 1t was magnificent kick,
and the ball sailed squarely between
the posts
The handful Of Minnesota supporters
went wild with delight, and when
Gladys came to herself she was wav-
ing plug hat with one hand and her
pennant in the other, while the bald
headed old gentleman who sat in the
seat ahead looked up at her in panied
surprise.
Again the teams lined up, Minnesota
flushed with victory, Iowa doggedly
determined. Harold backed up Iowa's
kickoff with a great run and a mag
nifcent tackle, and Iowa held the ball
on Minnesota's thirty-five yard line.
The Iowa supporters went wild yell
ing for touchdown, but Minnesota's
line was like a stone wall, and Iowa
had no alternative but to kick. The
ball was quickly passed back to Har-
old, but the hard game and the sleep
less night were beginning to tell on
him. and he fumbled. He immediate
ly recovered and kicked, but the Min
nesota men were on top Of him, and
the chance for score was lost. Min
nesota kicked the ball out of danger,
and then followed ten minutes of
steady hammering. with no apparent
advantage on either side.
Harold was getting desperate. The
disgrace of a defeat and the dis
grace Of whole years straight liv-
ing thrown away in single nights
dissipation stared him in the face.
They must not lose. He clinched
his teeth as he called the signal for
quarterback run. He put the last
ounce Of desperate strength he had
left into that run. Ten yards. twen
ty, thirty, he went. Only fifteen more
and he could fall across the line and
breathe when human catapult
struck him from behind and he went
down, with Jeff hanging tightly to
his legs.
Harold was filed with blind anger
at jeff. In every play he had made
that day JEFF had opposed him. He
was always in the way. He did not
stop to think of the consequences, but
q moment later as the Minnesota team