Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-10-18
BY SAM HELLMAN

oh suppose hes not so pad, repneS
Bunny but there others like lot better"
Dan Grimes. for instance" says I.
Dan Grimes, for instance" says she.
You can tip him to that Sunday" / tells
her. but for Reds sake and the alma mater,
you play our horse until then. You can hold
out through Saturday. can't you?"
II suppose So" signs Bunny, unless Harold
learns this evening that everything's rhyth-
mically right to lie down the railroad tracks
or in front of a buzz-saw."
In that event, allows generously, you may
refuse"
The breaks!" exclains Miss Babson. THE
breaks at last!'
Just before game time Saturday Davis APP
pears-and I breathes a sigh OF relief. Bunny
apparently has done her stuff to the end.
Now, listen," says Red. "Burnsides going to
be laying for you and want you to be especially
Cagey And don't underestimate them. BeRson
and Cloverdale aren't in the same class"
"Everything's in the same class" comes back
Harold. IT don't care how good Burnside is.
It's just a matter of adjusting the timing"
"All right" shrugs Garnigle, but I'd feel
lot better if you put on some padding today"
mo danger" asserts Davis.
And that's them. AS marches onto the he1d
with the team, I pipes Bunny Babson in the
Claxton section Harold spots her too, and
slips her wave as he moves over TO the side
lines with the rest of the substitutes and second-
string men.
In the first few minutes of play it's in the
cards that BurnSides got it over us like a circus
top. On the kickoff they run the pigskin back
some 35 yards and then reel off another 80
with shots off-tackle skirts of the ends and
hammers at center Claxton finally holds, but
1t takes everything we've got to prevent score
in the first quarter.
In the second stanza, however, Burnside
pushes seven points and I looks to see
Harold pulled into the game but Garnigle
holds his fire until the sessions about shot.
Then with the ball own 40-yard line,
he gives Davis the office. The kid shucks his
bathrobe and comes a-running
There are no signals, delay. The pills
passed to Harold, but this time he doesn't go
back as he had in the other games. Instead,
he steers directly for the enemy's right end,
stops abruptly takes few dance steps to@vade
a pair of up-and-coming Burnsides, and darts
through hole at tackle big enough TO &C
commodate fleet of caterpillar tractors-and
Harold's away.
He's pretty fast in shorts. but not quite fast
enough He's compelled to stop and shift stride
q couple of times to evade tacklers and on
Burnside'S 10-yard line he gives up and hops.
Then happens what Red had feared. Despite
the fact that the balls grounded and the
whistles sounded half dozen of the pursuing
crew jump on the reclining figure 1t looks
like murder, but when the kids pulled free he's
got all his legs and arms.
"Hurt?" asks Garnigle anxiously, as lead
Davis to the sidelines.
mo, ne grlnS. just dirty. 1 switches LI1elr
rhythm and had them pounding each ether
before was underfoot long"
Take rest" says Red. We'll need you
some more"
On two off-tackle thrusts and a kick we tie
the score just as the quarters ended and Clax-
ton has the hurrah that's been denied EN-
these many years But the hurrah is not for
long. At the opening of the second half one
of our bright young men cuts loose with q
tumble and the next thing knows Burnsides
squatting on our 15-yard line and rarin to go.
On the very next play a forwards caught IN
back of the goal posts and once again we're
holding the silky end of the score, 1877.
THE rest of the quarter and large part OF
] the fourth is kicking affair. with little
progress by either side. At length Garnigle
thinks he sees an opportunity for Harold. We're
at about the center of the field when Davis
replaces Delaney, amidst the widest racket
from the rooters I've heard in my 10 years at
Claxton.
Harold receives the pass perfectly runs back
some yards and circles right, almost to the side
line. Follows q quick stop and a dizzy shift
that battles the enemy onslaught. I'm expecting
the kid to cut in retreat for fresh start,
but he does neither. Instead, he suddenly
swings toward the Claxton stands and leaps
the railing, the ball still under his arm. My
next flash Is Of Davis leaning Bunny Bab-
son.
With Rcd raging beside me, makes o rush
for the bleachers. Just arrives, Harold
drops the pigskin in Bunny's lap, gesticulates
wildly and dashes up the aisle toward one Of
the exits.
Whats the matter?" asks the Babson frill,
who's almost In q collapse.
IT don't know" she mumbles. He said-he
said this was the exact moment TO ask me
something important"
WAS it," comes back duly.
mo- it wasn't" returns Bunny. II wouldn't