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"Come on and be our linesman, Jim. You see,"
he continued, as Jim ducked under the barrier HAWTHORNE COMES TO CONQUER
and strode across the field with him, “you 'll be The day of the Hawthorne game dawned cold nearer things, and can watch the game a heap and gray, with a chill breeze out of the east. better. There 's your partner in crime over there Hawthorne, two hundred strong, took possession with the chain. Introduce yourself like a gentleof the village before noon, taxing the capacities man, shake hands, and welcome him to the fuof the railroad restaurant and the various lunch- neral. They 've got a pretty husky set of men, rooms to the limit. At one, Gil and Poke set off have n't they? That 's Gould, the little chap to the field.
talking to Johnny. He 's the man we've got to “If you don't win, Poke Endicott," called Hope watch to-day. There 's the whistle. Root for us, from the porch, as the boys started down the Jim !" road, “I 'll never speak to you again !"
Hawthorne spread herself over the west end of “After that threat,” laughed Poke, “I shall the field to receive the kick-off, Duncan Sargent simply eat 'em alive, Hope !"
patted the tee into shape, poised the ball, and The rest of the household, Jim, Jeffrey, Hope, looked around him. "All ready, Hawthorne? Mrs. Hazard, and Mr. Hanks, started an hour All ready, Crofton?" questioned the referee. later. Mr. Hanks, having had foot-ball suddenly Both teams assented, the whistle blew, Sargent thrust into his philosophy, displayed an amazing sent the ball spinning down the field, and the interest and curiosity. “You see,” he confided to game was on. Mrs. Hazard, “I have never witnessed a game of Johnny had instructed his team to get the jump foot-ball. This may seem- -er-strange to you, on Hawthorne at the start, and it obeyed him. madam, for my college was, I believe, very suc- From the first line-up, Poke Endicott tore off cessful at the game. The fact, however, is that eighteen yards outside of tackle, and Crofton beI never had time to attend the contests. I am gan a rushing advance that took the ball to Hawquite curious to see how the sport is indulged in. thorne's fifteen-yard mark. Hawthorne stiffened It must, it would seem, be-er-quite interesting.” as the play neared the goal-line, and Arnold tried
When the Sunnywood party arrived at the a forward pass to Tearney, right end. This field, Hawthorne, looking, in its black-and-orange, failed, and the ball went to the orange-and-black. like an army of young Princetonians, was already But on the very next play, Hawthorne’s left half warming up for the fray. Along the ropes, across fumbled, and Benson, Crofton's full-back, dived the white-barred turf, Hawthorne's supporters into the scramble and recovered the pigskin. were singing and cheering. It was cold enough Crofton's machine started up again, and after for heavy clothing and rugs, and Hope snuggled three rushes, Poke shot through and over the down comfortably between her mother and Mr. goal-line for a well-earned touch-down. Sargent Hanks on the grand stand. Beyond Mrs. Hazard kicked goal. sat Jim, with Jeffrey beside him. The Crof- The crimson-and-gray flags waved madly, and ton side of the field was three and four deep with three hundred voices cheered and yelled. Even spectators; and at ten minutes before the time Mrs. Hazard clapped her hands, and Mr. Hanks, set for starting the game, two things happened just beginning to understand the scheme of simultaneously: the Crofton team, brave in new things, beamed approvingly through his spectauniforms of crimson and gray, trotted onto the cles. As for Hope, why, Hope was already field to the wild shouts of its supporters, and the breathless from screaming, and trembling with sun burst through the murk in a sudden blaze of excitement. That was the only scoring, and the glory. Hope waved her banner.
first period ended with the ball in Crofton's pos“That,” she cried ecstatically, “means we shall session on her rival's twenty-seven yards. win!"
Hawthorne's chief mainstay was her quarterCrofton took the field for practice, Gary, back back, Gould, a remarkable all-around player. A in his togs once more, racing down the gridiron brainy general, a certain catcher of punts, a like a joyful colt. A moment later, Gil ran up brilliant runner either in a broken field or an and called excitedly to Jim across the rope. open, and a clever manipulator of the forward
pass, Crofton held him in great respect. Haw- The second period began with Crofton in high thorne's team was, in a manner, built around feather. Benson and Smith, left half, each made Gould, and in that lay whatever weakness it pos- short gains, and then Arnold tried a forward sessed. Johnny had coached his players to stop pass from Hawthorne's twenty-five-yard mark. Gould, knowing that, aside from his perform- He threw too far, however, and the orange-and
black received the ball on its thirteen-yard line. Gould kicked, and, thanks to two holding penalties, Crofton was forced back into its own territory in the next few minutes. Then Arnold's punt went to Gould on his forty yards. With the first real Aash of form he had shown, the little quarter-back tore
off fifteen yards. From the GRAND
center of the field, and close STAND
to the side-line, he made his
shouted and danced with delight. Then Hawthorne tried one rush, and lost a yard. Crofton was now plainly over-anxious,
and when, on the next play, JIM TAKES HIS EXAMINATION ON THE FOOT-BALL FIELD. (SEE PAGE 594.)
Gould sent his right half
back at the right wing on a ances, Hawthorne had very little to offer in the delayed pass, Tearney was drawn in, and the matter of ground-gaining feats. And through- yellow-and-black player simply romped across out the first period, Gould failed to get away
the line for a touch-down. From this Hawwith anything Crofton watched him as a cat thorne's right end kicked a goal from a difficult watches a mouse, and every move of his was angle, and the score was tied. smothered. Whenever he caught a punt in the Then it seemed that Hawthorne had found herback field, Te ey and Gil were down on him, self. The orange-and-black took heart, and after to stand him on his plucky little head immediately. Crofton had kicked off again, Gould ran the ball