12 Sports Aces, January 1943 — page 98: what you’re looking at

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96 --'12 SPORTS ACES 8 FOr DrePreDeeG oe Wer Por Per Dor Gores Pi Pe Poe Poe Pee Hie tore Br Per Ds Bers De Oe Ore Gor Se - Deo Gor Gor Hor Bes Boos Ors Gor Ber Ber Hy Dro se Pee Pon Be eo 1+ Ov re Gre B a2 Be Do B Ger Gs Geer Gru See Gee > he said, “You’re having fun, aren’t you? You’re a big man on this campus, And now you’ye added football to your tro- phies, You go out there and call the sig- nals and fet. someone else take the bumps. When you block a man, you look like you’re waving at him. You can go to h 9? Lennox whitened, but said nothing. - Kirk pulled him away. They went on down the street and Kirk said, “You’re a sym- bol to those tramps, There are fellows like yourself on the team who are taking ~ a beating. But they only see you.” “T’ve got a football brain,” Lennox said. “That's all I’ve got.-I’m brittle. In _ prep school I broke my leg twice. I’ve broken both collarbones and a wrist. I’ve held back here. I’ve figured that I can help the team by running the strategy. I figured that if I got hit and cracked up, I’d help nobody. Maybe I figured wrong.” There was not a vacant seat in the sta- dium the next afternoon when Kirk ran down the ramp with the team. He glanced up at the stands as he went on the field, and in a box behind the Tarleton bench were Montana and his mates. Montana had a pair of field glasses. He said to Kirk, “Give that Chink a bat for me, Rog.” - The Grayley backfield was pure dyna- mite, There was Ohink Chelsey, alias Smith, who was a streak of light. There was Kurvik, the best spinning back in the game. There was Gatling, a plunging fullback without a peer unless it was Brad Montana, And the quarter, Mayo, was a sharpshooting passer, They had a line in front of them that averaged two hundred pounds. Tarleton kicked off and the ball was downed on the Grayley twenty. Gatling cracked the left side of the line for four yards. Chink Chelsey danced around the end, and Kirk went over and met him head on. He landed on his back and Chel- sey was beside him, Chelsey grinned. He said, “f remember that Lennox. He never liked me. He’li like me less today.” Kurvik took the ball, spun and came into the line, Kirk got his hands on Him and lost him. Kurvik went upto the forfy- : yard line before Hastings pulled him down, Chelsey carried again. He went off tackle and Lennox went up and hit him. Lennox did not waver. He crashed him head on and then he lay on the ground and Chelsey walked back grinning, Len- nox got up, staggering a little. He said lightly : “When does the next train go through?” It was a parade, Chelsey, and Gatling, and Kurvik—and the Tarleton linesmen had never seen anything like it, They were in there fighting, but they needed more than fight. And when the Grayley team reached the twenty-yard line, Mayo went back and flipped a pass. Chelsey took it on the five and scampered across the goal line. The kick made it seven to noth- ing with eight minutes os the quarter played. RAYLEY kicked off, Tarleton started on their twenty. Lennox called the signals. He took the ball himself and rammed off tackle, He got up, white- faced and gritting his téeth. He said, “They don’t expect me to car- ry. Maybe we can fool ’em.” He went in the line again and once more he was trampled. Gatling and Chel- sey hit him at the same time. They knocked him into the air like a-rag doll. He landed flat and it was some time be- fore he got up. Kirk went back to pass. He was rushed and the pass went wild. He tried again but he had no protection. The Grayley line streamed through, and he grounded the ball. Hastings kicked out of danger and Grayley started in again. Lennox was in there bloeking every play. But noth- ing could stop that footbail machine. it was thirteen to nothing early in the second quarter. It was nineteen to noth- ing when the half ended. It was a rout and Kirk knew it would be worse in the last half. Grayley would pile it on. They were out for fifty points. They would bury Pop Benson‘’s. ideals under a teP- rific storm, because what ‘he stood for was anathema to.schools like Grayley. The squad went to the clubhouse. Len- Gomichbook (E@)