The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1938-01-28
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with blackboard diagrams and
showing his plans of defense against
them.
estate is counting on push-over
Saturday." said the coach in con-
clusion, land they have right to
after the showing we made against
Mayfield. But what I'm counting on
is that you'll get together and hand
that bunch an upset that'll take the
conceit out of them. You can if you
want to-"
Then he took a letter out of his
pocket and went on. 1--WE got some
thing here that I want to read
part of it. It's letter that Pro-
lessor Scotch got Doctor Massey, of
Bloomfield, to write me. Doctor
Massey is the physician for Mr..
Asher Merriwell, Frank MerriwelPs
uncle and guardian, who is being
treated by the doctor for heart trou-
BILE. Mr.. Merriwell collapsed in the
stand at Bloomfield last fall during
a game in which his nephew was
knocked out in line smash"
Sitting as still as stone and look
ing straight ahead, Frank heard the
coach read portion of the letter:
"'Mr. Merriwell is a sportsman
who has always encouraged his
nephew's love of athletics, but the
shock of seeing Frank stretched on
the ground and hearing woman
shrek that he had been killed
caused him to collapse that day.
Afterwards I found that Mr.. Merri-
wells heart had been seriously af-
fected by the shock, and it was
who pledged the boy to play no
more football until I should say he
might without apprehension that an
other, similar, accident might not
have an even more serious roper
cussion on his uncle. And to make
sure Asher Merriwel would not
hear of what I had done, I asked
Frank to tell nobody. Now, how
ever, I feel confident that Mr.. Mer-
riwell has so far recovered that I
am willing to release the boy from
his promise, as long as he's so anx-
ious to play football again.
"That's ALL" concluded the coach,
"and it ought to be enough to end
the guessing and loose talk that's
been going on"
The whistle! The kickoff The
plunk of the lusty foot of State
kicker boosting the ball high and
far toward the east goal, which Far
dale, having won the toss, had cho-
sen to defend because of the IA
voring wind. Racing from the re-
straining line, the maroon clad
State men blazed like a sheet of
flame across the field.
Under wraps, Merriwell sat with
the squad and saw the game begin.
Elmer Davis was in there at right
half, where Bascomb would have
been had he not been hurt. The kick,
aimed for "coffin corner" was COM
ing into his territory. He took the
ball clearly and was away, with two
interferers sweeping in ahead to
blaze a path for him. Twenty-Five
yards of green sod were left be-
hind his flying feet before he was
slammed down by State tackler.
That was good. Good enough to
bring great cheer from the Far
dale crowd that packed the north
stand.
But State wasn't disturbed. They
were trimming over with conf
dence, those fellows. This was
game they had reckoned in the bag
before it started. Any team May
field could trim, even by the closest
score, just had to be an easy
bounce-around for them when they
turned on the juice.
Davis was on his feet again. II
that hard tackle had jolted him
much he didn't show it. A quick
huddle was followed by a shifting
switch behind the line and center
buck, Davis carrying the ball.
But the State line was stone
wall through which no hole could
be drilled, and Davis went down in
the pile-up. Two yards lost.
ITO BE CONTINUED