The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-04-15
I'll JIM B 6 U P By HERBERT D. WARD
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like raider lodged like guerilla. He was the Mosby of the gridiron.
 Yes she knew, the daughter of hundred battles the mother of bloodess hero She gloried in his defiance of danger, in his disciplined savagery So far he had escaped accident, rather, she argued, incident For what was a strained tendon, what water on the knee, what broken co1ar-bone but appurte- of the game necessary the shoulder-paos ceats-or, for that matter the signals of the quarter? She born to the scent of blood It did not nauseate her. Danger maddened her. That was the of the of her. Were 1t not for the quiet husband her side the of her nature she would arise and cry Kill Now her veins boiled Pretty soon she would think, "Kill' No Roman cit- had ferocy primitive than hers while the combat waged, No tigress would have clawed more fercely for victory than she.
 Yet unbrdled militant instinct her madness for the stigrnata of combat had fair play de "Buck the line hard; give quarter; play fair,' the motto that this woman had engraved upon the soul of her She satisfied No "rno1lycoddle" was born unto her For in her boy combined the energy of cave-dweller, the chiva1ry of medieval knight and the courtesy of twentieh-century gentleman His primitive inpetuos1ty under the guardianship of rigid teamwork Inns made him the less honoTably and legally dan gerous
 There many ways of putting out of play besides ehe violence of the rush These neither the judge nor the referee will without punishment. To knee man fou1ly when he is down, to gouge him in the eye when official is looking, to whisper dscon- cerng abuse, ralicious1y to overwhen him in scrin naage-these are only few of the possible outrages of close play Open the gan1euse more kicking, sepa- rate players-and you diminish the chances of concerted brutality.
 But Penwiths massive rushes, hisszigzag lodges had the habit of bringing disaster in their wake. At Princeton had his shou1der-blade broken by try ing to stop Penwith At another time while warding eff tacer with his iron arm, in of his ferocious punges, he had shattered opponents jaw. In crc- ling the end of gain he had recently col1ided with solar plexus, He nearly broken-hearted over these accidentsegitimate mshaps of strenuous No could possibly accuse him of intentional bru- talty. He was too gentle of heart. But his tender ness of did diminish by a quarter of pound the impact of his terrible momentum
 Penwth had come to be so feared by his opponents the football field that in spite of his intercollegiate popularity had gone of their way to "do him up" These attempts had all resulted disastrously to everybody concerned but Penwith He dvined and grinned Those who were not and penalized were hurled side with a calm energy that madden ing because irresistible impersonaly. 'Its use"-the words from university co1lege-"you can't hurt Penwith. He's hard rocks. and recovers like eiastic.'
 It was the last great game of the year. For these forty thousand spectators for this titanic contest all discipline, the tearn-pays-he on-sde kick. the forward pass the combinations which if any should work it would ten, thirty yards pos sibly the glory of goal-the preliminary collegiate games the evolution of eleven personalities into These only the novtate the final due1 in the stadium that is always historic. There physical repu tations made and shattered for life Among the twentytwo gladiators none were better groomed bet ter prepared, confident than Penwith If any could leap the Blue into victory 1t he.
 Suddenly the dscordant bares of Interesting bands the antphonic shrieks of men. stopped. The two tains srode with the officials into the of the field The of the coin would decide the choice of the goal attack. With the dazzle of the there blew gentle, westerly wind-not fierce to deter mine the final result for evenly fatched teams, but just teasing enough to make the catch of high punt matter of fine calculation. To play the first half into the of both the and wind may take precisely that in1measurable quantity of energy and pluck which should be given to football and not to position. It be enough to tip the scale. No necks craned and there from the throats of the Crimson dull groan apostrophizing the usual Blue luck"
 With backs toward the sum- the visiting team took its position
 Mr. Alexander Penwith intently noticed the exceed ing with which the Crimson kicker prepared the little mound of earth from which the ball be played To him, well the thousands who hard 1y dared breathe it seemed if it took hours in- stead of seconds to place the oval position Like salmon that in their maturity intuitively from thousand outlets find the river their birth, Pen wths mind went back to his old college days of thirty five years ago.
 Traditions of those hardy years had almost passed away. Then the college more important than the university. There smokers" in those days Then boys elected college because of their family ditions and the excellence of the instruction for social or athletic reasons. In those good old times football fun science. You kicked the ball with g1ee. You with ean Penwith ought to know. Those were the transitional days when the game travesty Rugby and when there hero. He played then and enjoyed the freedom of the sport in his silent way It then no close and aristocratic corporation.
 MT. Penwith talked about his obsolete athletic