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Show !THE CHARGE OF THE ELEVBN. Half a yard half a yard Half a yard onward, All up and down that field, , , Backward and forward. B M j Into the other team Bfl S Hushed the eleven! BH V, m Back came a number which Bj B I The quarter had given: fij HI I "Forward, McClusky, there! B Ci 1 Take tho ball!" Nolan said, I Si "45584!" Bm Bl The quarterback thundered. BHffn IBLI, " ' " "" ! ITIITTHll f MllijliaMii "Forward, McCluskey there!" No man was there dismayed Although they were aware Some one had fumbled. Yours not to make reply; Yours not to reason why; Yours but to do and die!" Tho fullback just mumbled. Left end to right of him. Left end to right of him, Center in front of him, The ball must be punted. "Tackled!" They had him sure "Down!" They had just one more; They lino up as before More men are wounded. Arms gone and legs are smashed, But they play not abashed: Some men their heads had gashed, The spectators wondered. "4 5 G 84!" Same number as before, Just 5 to tie the score! How the stands thundered! "Tackles" to right of him. "Tackles" to left of him "Backs" massed behind him, Volleyed and thundered. The signal given and passed; This chance it was the last See, all the plays are massed For this last run. There! watch him hit the line, No one in front this time. The ball is over1 fine! The game is won! When can his glory fade! Oh, that great run he made! The world applauded! Honor the ten and one! Who the game played and won Are feasted and lauded. B. J. Fisher in New York Sun. |
