The Dickinson press., 1913-11-29

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IN toll you ali about Il II yca'l!
take me In. a little while aftss-
wards Douglas was telephonin1
Florence. Say. Florence, I'm aWfnilyi
sorry that I can't 20 to the dance, I'm
going to the hospital instead" And
then he told her why. Douglas told.
his friends he thought his foot wssl
broken. But the doctors at the hospital
said it was only q badly sprained ankle
which would bc alright in . week
And the game with Acton two days ont
Greene suppressed a smile when he
heard what the doctors had said.
The football team despaired. a.
hurried meeting wat called next morn
ing and after much Discussion and come
opposition. Greene was elected tempo
rary captain. Twas the best thing
we could do" Howe was telling Doug
las that evening at the hospital
''You see he's had lots Of work u!
football" ~
.'Of course 1t was" Douglas agreed
1T may. mean victory for US. Oh. i
we only win. l shouldn't care If ! had
a hundred sprained ankles, though I do
want to play awfully bad. But tho
victory would mean 80 much for Clay
mount" sss3
And this last was true. For this was
to be the last game Of the season and
Acton held the championship in foot
ball over Essex. Warrington and halt 4
dozen others. Claymount had played
we'll also. during the season, but Acton
was confident Of victory. 8a
"And just think! Tomorrow night
at this time we'll know all about it, .'
Howe exclaimed. Il guess. there's an
awful crowd going down from here"
well. I'm with the crowd, Howe
You'd better not risk going Douglas,
1t might fix your ankle for GOOD"
''Oh. it feels better now"
TRY to walk on it, and you wouldn't
think sol"
But Douglas didn't try. I
The morning of the great day dawned.
Claymount college, and indeed. the
whole town, was astir at daybreak.
Never had the sun shone more brightly.
never had the sky looked more blue,
than Oh that morning.
Greene smiled with confidence, for
he was confident Of himself. Things
couldn't have gone better. and today
I'll show them" he muttered.
At ten O'Clock a special train left
Claymount for Acton and sped. like any
ordinary train, for forty miles, steadily
through forest, over bridges. across
valleys. But within the train seemed
anything but ordinary. Each car was q
veritable garden Of red and gold. the
Claymount colors, and drowning entirely
the rolling of the wheels, a babble Of
songs and yells went up. Everyone was
talking, laughing. yelling or singing.
No not every one! "A froup Of about
twelve in a corner of one car sat with
faces which they were trying to keep
from looking pale and n with q face
white, not from excitement, but from
pain. For DOUGLAS ankle was paining
him severely after his effort of getting
to the station. Y
1t was after eleven when the train
rolled into Acton. The game was
scheduled for two o'cock. AS the hour
drew on the streams of people grew
steadily greater until every street
leading to the grounds was blocked with
a mass of humanity: The town was
football mad.
In the dressing room the Claymount
team was receiving it's last instruc-
tions. r~estlessly, for they were eager to
be on the field.
A burst Of cheering from the bunch Of
packed students in the cheering
greeted their arrival on the
field. Douglas sat with the substitutes
on the side lines and from the minute
his team entered the field he forgot
everything but the game.
Claymeunt won the toss-up, chose
the east goal. and waited for the kick
off. On the kickoff the Claymount
slipped in his tracks as he
caught the ball and the opposing ends
were upon him before he could recover.
walter, back! Eight, nine. thirty
one. four Greene snapped decisively
but the play failed. The first half left
Acton way ahead.
Douglas sank back. exhausted. He
knew how his own team felt.
The second half began more brightly