Argosy All-Story Weekly, November 12, 1927 — page 117: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

By BENNETT LADD yuh!” S [ out, Apollo, I’m comin’ through Ferris shuddered to have that ill-favored name flung in his. face, and, steeling himself grimly, he dived at the galloping legs of the fast moving ball carrier. He felt a rising knee jolt his shoulder as both his hands clutched at the legs which seemed to be all kicking feet, then mud cleats scraped his head. In- stinctively he ducked to protect the face which had won him the nickname, and he had the sinking sensation of feeling the legs slip from his grasp. Apollo bumped to the ground, rolled over, and saw a desperate tackle bring the carrier down eight yards farther on. An- other first down! And all his fault. He had that man right in his grasp. He trotted back to his position off and behind Merrick, the end. That bulky in- dividual gave him a leering grin. “ For the love of Mike, Apollo, snap into it.’ This from Habisch, a more fighting captain than whom never manned a team. At left half he was a wild runner all oppo- nents feared, a deadly tackler, and in the midst of every play. For the rest of the game Steve Ferris plugged doggedly on, but his spirit wasn’t in it. It worried him that the Lakeville eleven knew that dreaded nickname. He wondered how they had got it. ‘“78—54—” broke suddenly through his thoughts, and he realized barely in time that Gotman was calling him over tackle. He dashed forward with determination, gripped the ball as it was shoved in the pit of his stomach, and threw all his energy into a race after his interference. He saw them divide, saw Habisch crash the end toward the inside, and felt the tackler reaching for him. Swiftly he slanted outward; Gilligan, Lakeville’s half, rushed into him, crying: “Stop, Apollo, I’ve got you.” Ferris gritted his teeth as he saw the burly Gilligan lunge for a tackle; then came the cry from behind, the pursuing tackle: “ Stop, Apollo, or he’ll mess you up!” Too late Steve shook off those voices. The earth crashed into him, and the iron arms of Gilligan gripped his knees. And so went the rest of the game for Ferris. This was his big chance in a big game, and $96 COPMICLOOKS (E@)