Left Guard Gilbert

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oach was a wiry, medium-sized man of about thirty, with a deeply-tanned face from which sharp blue eyes looked out under whitish lashes that were a shade lighter than his eyebrows and two shades lighter than his sandy hair. As t

n plays through the line hold it against your stomach with both hands. How long do you think you'd keep that ball in your elbow after you

an imaginary foe as Thursby shot the ball back and St. Clair, hugging the pigskin ecstatically with wide-spread fingers, trot

h. "That will do for today

asium and trotted slowly off, their canvas-clad legs swish-swashing as they met. Coach Robey walk

look as if you were asleep! Come on now! Wake up! Jones, get up there. You're aw

ir, and f

going to do with it. Head up,

grunted the qua

ied Gordon,

t the half-back, wiped the perspiration from

27-4

ifted his

our feet like that makes it a cinch for the other fellow. Get your positio

" wailed McPh

ard, took it at a hand-pass and ran out behind his line, le

called McPhee.

e on the ten yards and it's third down. Get

-71-Hep!" The backs jumped to

across the mythical last line, the defence surged against the imaginary ene

ch. "That'll be all for today.

mnasium was the sound of rushing water, of many voices and of scraping benches. Mr. Robey wormed his way through the crowded locker-room to where Danny Moore, the trainer, stood in th

on the scales, Dan

of 'em dropped a good three pounds today. By g

e, Jim, is this all we get to w

suppose there'll be a few more drib

Some of the new fellows seem to have ideas of

asn't shown up. I don'

rt ought to make a pretty good showing this

tis, I think," replied Mo

t, and very pink where an enormous bath-towel

er with Gilbert?" asked Mo

now what's happened. He wrote me two weeks ago that he'd meet me at the station in New York y

," suggested Morton. "He lives

awatomie

h a name like that," said Mr. Robey drily. "Well, when he sh

he will be along today some time. I wo

s, how do you feel at right

know, two years ago on the second. Seems to me it

Robey, smiling. "Putting the ball under your elbow for a line plunge is

se it was just practice, sir. He knows

f a few days he won't find much of a welcome, I'm afraid. I'm not going to keep posi

ve him out here the first day he shows up, even if I have to lug him all the way. Don't think

ng at Tim as the latter returned to

anny Moore, and Mr. Ro

w who will stand a lot of work and grow on it. Well, I'm going to get a shower and get out of this sweat-box. As soon as you get tim

ve the list ready

nks." The coach nodded and sought a place to disrobe. The trainer

ut it over again th

ink I'm going to have the team licked the yea

rn out a fine team. Say, he's the lad that can do it, though, now ain

rst two years, anyhow, Danny. Robey had to start at the bottom and build up the whole thing. We hadn't been playing football here for several years before that. It tak

o win too many times. You get to thinking you can't lose, d'ye see, and the fi

reak until next year. I want to manage a winning team. Well

ttle trainer gravely. "I'll

hile others were seated on the grass along the walk. It almost seemed that the entire roster of some one hundred and eighty students was before him. He answered many hails, but declined all inducements to tarry, keeping on his way past Main Hall and Hensey until Billings was reached. There he turned in and tramped to the right along the first floor corridor to the open door of Number 6, a room on the back of the building that looked out upon the tennis courts and, beyond, the football and baseball fields. From the fact that no sound came from the room, Tim