The Free lance. (State College, Pa.) 1887-1904, March 01, 1903, Image 8

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    the hero of the day. But never mind, you old hermit, you can't
get out of it as easily as all that. I hear them planning to come
for you later on in the evening. So you might as well get that
sober look off your face and tell us how you did it."
I added my persuasion to Howards's to be given a viva voce
account of what was even then being cried out in an "extra"
down town by the "newsies." For our Varsity eleven had that
day returned home with a victory, a glorious, hard-fought-for
victory, the account of which was to constitute the selling feature
of the next day's newspapers—a victory won by Jack acid by
Jack's quickness.
A faint smile lit up Jack's features as he answered, "Well, boys,
there isn't much to be told ; neither of us scored the first half.
Both lost the bail on downs time after time. But in the second
half Grant's misplay gave their right end the ball. How it was
done I don't understand yet. Anyhow, their end got the ball, and
running with it for clear life, took the field like a streak. Before
we could break up the interference that had so quickly formed,
their man had reached the five-yard line, but I caught up to him
and we downed him there.
Their rooters were yelling and hooting like madmen. They
were sure of a touchdown, and we felt pretty blue about it. Well,
in the next scrimmage by a little play of my own I got the ball
from them, ran clown the field and placed it between their goal
posts. That was' all." And then as if to close the subject he
added, "And Graham kicked goal."
"Well, that was simple, wasn't it," said Howards, with an
admiring look at Jack, which belied his words. "What was there
"0 pshaw, look here, fellows, I've got something else to talk
about to-night. Here are three letters, I want your advice on
these two."
"Our congratulations, rather," said Towards, after he had
finished reading one of the letters Jack had handed to him.
"Why you sly, old rascal, where did you get this ? Professor, eh I
Well that sounds pretty well before your name, and, by clad, you
deserve it, old man, if anyone does."