Evening star., 1932-10-09

when Yale had the ball our 18-yard hae
on the third down, and yar5s to 60
Garvey, big, hardrunning halfback,
slashed around right end on the next play.
dashed at him full speed. He cut back sud-
denly and caused me to misjudge the tackle.
His knee hit me squarely on the head, and since
the ivory wouln't contract my spinal column
did and I fell in heap on the ground. This
called for few minutes time for me to deter
mine the stratosphere.
But Army had taken all the legal time-outs
without penalty, which would have given Yale
the ball on the 10-yard line for the first down.
This would have placed us in an even more
precarious position. Johnny Murrell quietly
reminded me of the situation while was still
in daze, and passed the information On to
prevented q penalty.
1t is bits of thinking like that that are i'm
portant in gridiron emergencies
THAT fight with the Bulldogs in 1929 was
one that the spectators will be talking about
for years. The Cadets ran up a 13-point lead
in the first quarter and hoped they had the
game tucked safely away.
Then the Ellis started a drive with a smash
on-tackle as the basic play. Army looked
helpless. In fact, it really was. Finally we
called time out and in the huddle we tried to
get reorganized to stop the onslaught.
Our linemen had the most to say during the
conference. Perry declared he had four men
on him at tackle, Hillsinger protested that there
were three men on him at guard, Messenger said
he had three after him at end and Miller knew
some one was taking a good, healthy swat at
him in the center of the line.
Rosey Carver, our Texas quarterback who
could always manage to see the bright side of
dark situation, interposed in the proceedings:
Call the referee Red. They must be play
ing us with 20 men"
1t really seemed as if there were 20 men on
the Eli eleven on that ill-fated day. Albie
Booth the elusive Yale back went on the
greatest rampage in his foot ball history. When
the final whistle blew We walked off the field
smarting under a 21-to-13 defeat.
-Four years ago a scrappy Southern Method
ist aggregation came up to the Point from Dali
las Bud Sprague, Army captain played
awhile at the University of Texas before COM
ing East. S. NJ. U. was rival school in the
Southwestern Conference
\ IATURALLY, Sprague was keen about
beating the Texans in this game but be-
fore all was over We had one of the toughest
gridiron tilts would want to play. In
Hume and Reed the Mustangs had two of the
greatest forward passers seen on the plains OF
West Point since the days of the Dorais-to-
ROckne and Pritchard to- Merrilat combina-
ions
Hume the brilliant Texas halfback, shot q
few gags across the line at Bud as the game got
under way
Say. Sprague. what are you doing up here
specializing in foot ball? Didn't that Texas
U. crowd give you enough money to retire ON
when you left? II I were IS big IS you,
would be out on the ranges of Texas taking
bs.lls by the tails and popping their heads of
just for exercise. You're getting high That since
you came East, eh? Started wearing shoes and
everything"
A RMY needed more than shoes that after
noon to chase the barrage Of passes that
were tried by the Texans. We really should
have had seven-league boots. But We man
aged to exc out 14-to-l3 victory.
Not all the chatter that gees on during the
game strikes the players as being humorous.
Some Of it touches their hearts and makes them
feel sorry for the situations brought about hy
the Figers Of the battle. !,