The Dickinson press., 1913-11-29

.:I.ns tsll you al about itfiif. .yon,al:'l i
take me IN. A little while aftss--
wards Douglas was telephonin1
Florence. Say. Florence, I'm awfnlly
sorry that I can't 20 10 the dance, I'm
going to the hospital instead" And
then he told her why. Douglas told
his friends he thought his foot was
broken. But the doctors at the hospital
said it was only q badly sprained ankle,
which would be alright in q week.
And the game with Acton two days on
Greene suppressed q smile when he
heard what the doctors had said. 4
Tho football team despaired. a
hurried meeting was called next morn
ing and after much discussion and Soma
opposition, Greene was elected tempe
rary captain. Twas the best thiuk
we could do Howe was telling Doug
las that evening at the hospital.
..You sec he's had lots Of work i
football
.1Of course it was Douglas agreed.
1t may, mean victory for VI. Oh. II
we only win. / shouldn't care If I had
a hundred sprained ankles, though I ID
want to play awfully bad. But az
victory would mean 80 much for Clay
mount"
And this last was true. For this wat
to be the last game of the season and
Acton held the championship in foot
ball over Essex. Warrington and half 4
dozen others. Claymount had played
we'll also. during the season, but Acton
was confident of victory.
"And just think! Tomorrow niRht
at this time we'll know all about it, I.
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''
think sol"
But Douglas didn't try.
The morning of the great day dawned,
Claymount college. and indeed, tha
whole town, raj astir at daybreak,
Never had the sun shone more brightly,
never had the sky looked more blue,
than on that morning.
Greene, smiled with confidence, fol
he was confident Of himself. THING
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. acros,
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 oil
songs and yells went up. Everyone wal
talking, laughing. yelling or singing.
No not every onel IA Rroup of about
twelve in a corner of one car sat with
faces which they were trying to keep
from looking pale and one with a face
white, not from excitement, but from
pain. For Douglas ankle was painine
him severely after his effort, of getting
to the station.
1t was after eleven when the train
rolled into Acton. The game was
scheduled tor 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 its 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
the side lines and from the minute
his team entered the field he forgot
everything but the game.
Claymeunt won the toss-up, chose
east goal, and waited for the kick
off. On the kickoff the Claymount
slipped in his tracks as he
the ball and the opposing ends
were upon him before he could recover.
Walter, back Eight, nine. thirty
one. four, Greene snapped d~ecisively
but the play failed. The first half left
Acton way ahead.
Douglas sank back. exhausted. He
knew how his own team felt.
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