Every evening, Wilmington daily commercial., 1922-10-11
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Anmnus Football
(The same being n trhe revised from its first appearance)
Bill Jones had been the shining star upon his college team.
His tackrng was ferocious inc his buckins wal a dream.
When husky William took the ball beneath his brawny arm,
They had two extra me ito ring the ambulance alarm.
Bill hit the line and ran tho ends like son mad bull nmuck.
The other team would shiver when they saw him start to buck.
And when m rival tackler tried to block his dashing pace,
On waking up. he'd ask: Who drove that truck across my face?"
Bill had the speed-Bm had the weight-Bm W bucked in vain
From goal to goal he whizzed along while fragments strewed the plain.
And there had been a standing bet. which 10 n tried TO call,
That he could make his distance through a tcn-foot granite wall.
When he wound up his college course, each students heart was sore.
They wopt to think bull throated Bill would sock the line n o more.
Not TO with wnnam-in his dreams he a the Field o Fame
Where he would buck to glory in the swirl o Ife's big game.
Sweet re the dreams If college life before u faith is nickcd--
The world is but a cherry tree that's waiting o be picked.
The world is but an open road until w e find, one day,
How far away the goal posts arc that called u o the play.
So with the shcepskin tucked beneath his arm in football style,
Bill put m steam and dashed into the thckcst of the pile.
With eyes ablaze he sprinted where the laureled highway led
When Tl woke up his scalp hung loose and knots adorned his head.
He tried to run the ends OF life. but with rib-crashng oss
A rent collector tackled him and threw him for a loss.
And when he switched his courses again and dashed into the lin.
The massive Guard named Failure did a todde his spine.
Bill tried to punt out Of the rt. but ere he turned the trick
Right Tackle Competition scutled through and blocked the kick.
And when he tackled at Success in n long. vicious prod.
The Funback Disappointment stcered his features in the sod.
Bill was n o quuter-so he tried a buck in higher gear.
But Left Guard Envy broke it up ard stood him on his esr.
Whereat he aimed a forward pass, but in two vicious bounds
Big Center Greed slipped through a hold and rammed him out II bounds
But n day, when acros the Field Of Fame the goal seemed dim,
The wise old coach, Experience, m up and spoke % him
old boy" he said, the main point now before you win your bout
Is keep m buckins Failure till you've worn that prker out!
And. kid, cut out this fancy stun-so in there. low and hard,
Just keep your eye upon the ball and plug oil yard by yard;
And, more than all. when you are thrown OF tumbled with a crack,
Don't sit there whining hustle up. and keep o coming back
Keep coming back with all you've got. without an albt,
If Competition trips you up or lands upon your eye,
Until at last, above the din. you hear this sentence spilled:
We might as well let this bird through before W e all get killed
You'll find the road is long and rough, with soft spots far apart
Where only those al make the grade who have the Uphill Heart.
And when they stop you with a thud or halt you with a crack,
Let Courage call the signals as you keep o coming back.
Keep coming back-and though tho world may romp across your spine,
Let every games end find you still upon the battling line.
For when the One Great Scorer comes TO mark against your name,
He writes-not that you O or lost-but how you played the Game"