The Waterbury Democrat., 1941-11-15
CHAPTER XT

Two resounding Whacks at the llne and Minnesota was over for touch" down. Ed Walezak, battering ago. pound fullback, plowed across on q straight center plunge. Dtsconsolate- ly Pete Laird saw States line sag and realized the crew was being out- charged for the first time that year,
 The Gophers kicked goal and after less than one minute Of play state -- those vaunted bone-erush- CTS of football trailed by seven points, Lalrd's throat was dry. HIS head still spun dlz2ly but he dug hls nails Into his palms and moved back to position.
 Orchards exhortod and screeehed tn the stands, but Il SpiHtlese robots in State uniforms moved Afelessly, There was no aggressive dash, no chatter no visible chs thuSiaSm,
 The ball catapulted down field, and Pete Laird spcared it on the i've. State players moved ahead but there was none of the seythe- like blocking to shake Laird loose A golden wave buried him on the 2O and buried him hard He felt AS If a tank had hit him broaa- side. Pondcrous Heinie Dober or Minnesota got up from the bottom of the pile and Chortled:
 "Well, fl it ain't the Hollywood ioverl Take 1t easy on pretty,-poy, fellows, You're liable to spoil his makeup" The others snorted cheeks burning. Laird picked hin- self up and walked back into the huddle,
 Give me that ball" he whis- mouth to young Roskauer, the quarterback. The kid nodded and called q reverse,
 The ball was snapped to Tullio who started right and handed It to Pete. Pete lowered his head and tried to butt Q brick wall, Three Gopher huskies piled him up for three-yard loss.
 "Ain't he cute!" grinned the ever-present Dober. Pretty, too"
 It was that way throughout the quarter. Laird called on every trick at his command, He butted, spun, dodged, twisted - but he couldn't shake loose the Gophers. States attack was nil and Minne- sota was ripping the line to shreds, smashing huge holes and sending fleet backs piling Into the State secondary. Only two brave goal line stands prevented their scor- ing again.
 Besides the physical pounding Laird was taking an incessant tongue flashing from Heinie Dober. A mounting rage was kindling within him.
 Tn the middle of the second quarter, State had to punt from deep in it's own territory. Pete dropped back, was rushed badly when Roskauer missed his block and got of a fiimsy boot which sailed askew out Of bounds l5 yards up field.
 Pretty lousy, Hollywood" sneer- ki Dober as he passed.
 Viciously Minnesota struck. A Gopher halfback faded and tossed DdGS kIl GGbG D bCAAAbOAg' G1BbAAJ he faded back, saw Big OK Ander- son, Gopher end, cutting behind him, and leaped. The ball sailed over his head, Anderson shared 1t and went over standing up.
 A deadly quiet filled the stands, This was inconceivablel Mighty State was being cut to ribbons and the magnificent Laird had suddenly become the Al-American bust. The Gophers converted. It was IA to 0.
 All eyes rested on Dinty Dugan as he stepped into the locker room at half time. Fingering an un- lighted cigaret, haggard, he stared at them silently.
 Men" he said suddenly, you're the first State team I've ever been ashamed of. You're the first one that ever quit on me. You're the first one that ever put personal issues ahead of the bunch.
 70. K" he snapped. If that's Eeh way you want it, O. K. You're the better team. They've got the guts. I hope they whip your tail of this half"
 With that he pulled his hat ove-