The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-11-13
CHAPTER xxx

CHAPTER xxx
 The pain in Dams hand was in- tense as they lined up for the ai- most impossible task of halting the Pitt juggernaut on the two-yard line. Dan clamped his teeth to- cether and hoped the hand would get numb soon. - ~ No trick stuff now. Just plain, straight brute football. Hal For- rest took it and smashed between guard and tackle. For split sec ond a hole appeared there, put Dan came up fast and messed the play for no gain.
 Again Forrest, this time on cross-buck. Good for a yard. Third and one. The Tech guards were on their hands and knees Tony Mangano ragged up and down behind the line, skipping, pleading, threatening
 Pitt came out of the huddle into a single wing to the right. McCarroll on a cut-back over tackle, but Dan and Hank Butler smashed into the interference. Barney Hughes nailed the runner six inches from the line
 Forrest in the tailback now. The hand on the clock said two minutes of the first half remained. The two lines locked piled up on the goal line Forrest hurtled forward, plunged over the mass but Dan hit him in midair Desperately the referee plunged into the mass reached Tor the ball.
 It lacked two inches of being d touchdown.
 Tony Mangano embraced Dan . .. kissed him in Latin emotion, but they weren't out of danger yet, Jot.lny White had to punt out from behind his own goal line.
 He barely got 1t away, but the kick was short, McCarrolle taking 1t on the Tech 30. He almost got lcoje, but Barney Hughes brought him down with a despate lunge on the Is. And then 1t stared all over agtin.
 Forrest Forrest McCar- roll smash |. smash {. smash. Over guard, over tackle crrlnching power plays over center.
 And Dan Webber, reeling on ht feet, plugging the gaps until hs no longer felt pain, but just a dull throbbing ache all over his body First and goal to go on the eight Eight yards short yards packed witt dul, misery and punishment.
 E-al Forrest wasn't human. H; hurtled over tackle. stepping or his own interference, driving hi! zoo pounds with the speed anc force of projectile.
 Marty Gallagher stopped hin once after being dragged for two yards. A minute to go.
 Forerst again spinning lik, top and crashing through Sligh opening between center and guard Dan saw him coming, smashed aside the Pitt guard who Ina, slipped through to check him an, poured his tired body into tn hole.
 Stopped again. but how mucl longer could they stand 1t? Thir and four. McCarroll this tim almost as bad hitting i there like an express train but Joe Donchek, sobbing, sub narined blindly, nailed him 1 midair.
 Still fourth and four. But tn great Hal Forrest had been stoppe cold. Pitt called for @ place kicl The stands screamed might crescendo Block 1t! Bloc that kick block that kick!'
 As if they had to be told Bal ney Hughes poised himself for quick dash. Tony Mangano locke for a spot he could knife throug the line.
 McCarroll was kicking. The ba came back to the man holdin McCarroll stepped forward right foot meeting the ball squar, ly Marty Gallagher smasht through, leaped high the ba grazed his flngertips and continu, on its way. It split the crossb, for three points just as the gu ended the half.
 Dan kept his hand hidden duri1 the intermission so its swollen col dition would go unnoticed. They s around and sucked on lemons Bill Slocum talked, softly, encoural ingly.
 They almost dreaded going ba, on the field. It would only be repetition of the first half al it was.
 Grimly, blindly they fought C the power that was Pitt. If on they could get the ball on decel offensive territory. Ten minutes go.
 Eight.
 Four.
 And then Dan Webber hurtlir in to stop what looked like weak-side reverse, lunged throue the air and def1ected a shovel pas The ball popped into the cles Joe Donchek, smothered it to h chest on the Pitt 45.
 "Now or never" Johnny Whi panted. Its yours, Keith ..