Evening star., 1935-12-07

room. The players we're sprawled
around the floor on inflated rubber
mats. There was something terribly
appealing and dynamic about the
man. and his standing there, that
made every member Of the squad sit
UP and walt for him to speak. His
jaw was set firmly. The hollows in
his cheeks were accentuated. His
eyes looked far away.
"As Coach Bertwell said, gentle-
men," he began slowly and softly, in
q voice that was deep and strong,
1T came down here from q sarii-
tarium against my doctors orders to
see this game" He paused delih-
erately. IT once wore the same uni
form you men now wear. I once
had the privilege Of playing for all
! was worth, Of giving my heart and
strength on the field, for the honor
Of Colburn." AS he spoke, his words
came faster, and with an almost fierce
emphasis. "You men will not know
until you are as old as am what
that means. ! can tell you, from
the bottom Of my heart, there is no
greater honor" Suddenly he seemed
convulsed with his own emotions. He
raised his arms over his head. II
tell you, men, there is no greater
privilege have come down here
not only to see you play. but to see
you win =. To see you win for Col
burn To restore the gridiron glory
that once was hers. What is more,
I have come down here to see Colburn
play for the last time But before
60 back to die before go
back to rot in the hills from which
came, I want more than anything
else to see you you men of Col
noon You can do it =. know
you can do 1t You have power
and speed written all over you, but
you need more than that. You need
cold courage Courage not to
finch in the crises" Bowers
paused and stared vacantly, wildly
at Arnold Chuck thought of the
punt he had flubbed. and knew that
Bowers was referring to that
"a Colburn man who falters at
time like this" Bowers went on,
louder now than before, and more
vehemently, ''is nothing short of a
yellow dog dirty yellow dog"
Chuck, feeling positive the censure
was aimed at him. sprung to his
feet IF it's me you're referring
to, Mr. Bowers, why don't you say
so. I'm no yellow dog, and won't
take that kind of talk from you or
anybody else. Every one Of us is
trying our best out there. We're
giving all we have. If made q crock.
that's my fault. But the team
shouldn't be blamed for it, and I'm
not going 10 have any one call me O
yellow dog for it."
'Sit down. Arnold" said Bertwell
sharply. Bowers doesn't mean you.
And he doesn't mean the words lit
erally."
I'm sorry" Chuck replied apol-
ogetically. IT lost control of myself"
Gentlemen" continued Bowers,
after the rumpus had subSided. "all l
pleasure of making this, the last foot
ball game / shall ever behold, a VIC
torious one for Colburn"
The players sat there stunned. The
pathetic ghost of the great RIP"
Bowers had moved some of them to
tears. Each man determined in his
heart to go on that field and play the
greatest game of his life, if not for
Colburn, then for Bowers, so he could
die In peace Bertwel didn't say a
word. He walked out of the room with
Bowers.
Three minutes to CO." said voice
at the door. Capt. Minton said, 'All
right, fellows, let's 60 out there and
take these birds. We can do it."
The play during the entire third
period centered between the two 30
yard lines. Neither team could ad-