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Show Juvenile Football. hen Wllllo camo Into tho house his fnco and clothes looked us If he had been poked through a concrete mixer. , "QracIouB! my son," crlod his mother, moth-er, "what In tho world have you been doing?" "Plnyln' football," Bald Willie. "nut how did you got bo dirty?" "It's the way tho gamo goes," Wllllo Wll-llo explained. "You seo, ono of th? boys holds tho ball In his hands nnd 1 stand right back of him. Ho yolle 'Ono, two, throo, four, flvo, bIx, seven!' sev-en!' nnd passes tho ball back to me, then nil tho other boys jump on me and rub my nose In tho mud." |