The Washington herald., 1922-10-18

Aiumnus Football.
THE same being a tribe revised from its
nrst appearance),
BILL Jones had been the shining star upon
His tackling was ferocious and his buck
ing was a dream.
When husky William took the ball benea tn
his brawny arm.
They had two extra men to ring the ambu-
lance alarm.
Bill hit the line and ran the ends like
some mad bull amuck,
The other team would shiver when they
saw him start to buck
And when some rival tackler tried to blocA
On waking up, he'd ask: .who drove that
truck across my faeef'
Bill had the speed-Bin had the weight
Bill never bucked In vain
From goal 10 goal he whizzed along. while
fragments strewed the plain.
And there had been standing bet, which no
one tried 10 call
That he could make his distance through
q ten-foot granite wall.
When he wound up his college course. each
students heart was sore.
They wept 10 think buli-throated Bill would
sock the line no more.
Not 30 with william-in his dreams he saw
the Etefu VI Fuhc
Whers he would buck to glory in the swirl
Of Life's big game.
Sweet are the dreams Of college life-befoLs
our faith 10 nicked-
The world Is but a cherry tree that's wait
ing to be picked.
The world Is but an open road--until we
find, one day,
How far away the goal posts are that called
us to the play.
90 with the sheepskin tucked beneath his
BIZ put on steam and dashed into the thick.
est Of the pile.
With eyes abiaIe he sprinted where the
laurelsd highway led
When Bill woke up his scalp hung loose and
knots adorned his head.
H. tried to run the ends Of life. but with
Yib-crashing toss
A rent collector tackled him and threw
him for q loss.
And when he switched his course again and
dashed into the line
The massive Guard Lhmed Failure did a
toddle on his spine.
Bill tried to punt out Of the rut, but ere
he turned the trick
Right Tackle Competition scuttied through
and blocked the kick.
And when he tackled at Success In one
long, vicious prod.
The Fullbaek disappointment steered bis
atures In the sod.
Bill was no quitter-so he tried a buck In
higher gear,
But Left Guard Envy broke It up and stood
him his ear.
wh.reat he aimed a forward pass, but in
two vicious bounds
Big Center Greed slipped through q hole
and rammed him out bounds.
But one day. when across the Field Of
Fsme the goal seemed dim.
The wise old coach. Experience, came ur
srd spoke to him
"Oid boy" he said. "the main point now
before you win your bout
10 keep on bueking Failure till you've
worn that piksr out!
And, kid. cut out this fancy stuff-so in
there, low and hard,
Just keep your eye upon the ball and play
on yard by yard;
And, more than all. when You are thrown
or tumbled with a crack,
Don't sit there whining-hustle up, and
keep on coming back
Keep coming back with all you've got
without an alibi,
II Competition trips you u2 and lands upon
your eye,
Until At last. above the din, you hear tnis
sentence spilled:
We might as well let this bird through
before we all get killed
You'll find the road 10 long and rough,
with soft spots far apart,
Where only those can make the grade who
have the Uphill Heart.
And when they stop you with thud or halt
you with a crack.
Let Courage call the signals as you keen
on coming back.
Keep coming back-and though the world
may romp across your spine,
Let every games end fnd you still upor
the battling line.
For when the One Great Scorer comes &c
mark against your name.
He writes-not that you won or lost-but
how you played the Game"