Change Signals: A Story of the New FootballBarbour, Ralph Henry
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Change Signals: A Story of the New Football
Barbour, Ralph Henry
Football -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- Juvenile fiction
“I know, but――well, I’ll tell you, chum. We’ve won from Broadwood
two years running, and I’ve got an idea that the other fellow is
about due for a victory. We never have won three times in succession,
and it doesn’t seem likely that we will now. I wish we’d lost last
year’s game, or the one before that. It’s fighting against the Law of
Averages, whatever that may be!”
“Pshaw! We said the same thing last year, I remember. Yardley had won
the year before and so it was Broadwood’s turn. Maybe it was, but
Broadwood missed her turn. She will miss it again. Why, look here, Dan,
there isn’t any good reason why we shouldn’t win every year for the
next century!”
“Oh, well, there’s no use worrying about it now, I suppose. As you say,
Mr. Pennimore, a fellow can only do his best. I’ll do my best and the
Law of Averages can take care of itself. I hope, though, there will
be a nice big bunch of candidates on the field to-morrow. You know,
Gerald, I’ve always believed that many a good football player has been
lost for lack of a chance to show his hand. I’ll give every fellow
a fair try-out. And if any of the last year men think that they’re
certain of their places they’re fooled. For they’re not. Everyone of
them has got to work hard or go to the bench.”
“I’m coming out, you know, Dan.”
“All right, chum, but don’t hope too much. You’re pretty light for the
Varsity. It won’t do you any harm to try, though.”
“You’re not very encouraging,” Gerald laughed. “You might at least
pretend to think I have a chance, Dan. And, after all, I guess there
have been lighter fellows on the team before this.”
“I wasn’t thinking so much of your actual weight,” replied Dan. “A lot
depends on the way a chap uses his weight. I may be all wrong, chum,
and I hope I am, but it just doesn’t seem to me that you’re a ‘football
man.’ But I want you to come out and try, just the same. Perhaps you
can make the Second Team.”
“No, thank you! No Second for me; First Team or none.”
“You’re a modest little blossom,” laughed Dan. “But, I say, what about
your cross-country work?”
“Oh, that’s all right. I spoke to Goodyear about it, and he said Payson
would let me off football practice now and then. Besides, they’ve got
a dandy lot of cross-country fellows this year and don’t need me very
much.”
“I think you’re making a mistake, chum. You’re a first-rate distance
runner, with a chance of finishing first or second in the cross-country
run, and you want to sacrifice your real talent for a bare chance of
making good in football. That’s silly, Gerald.”
“No, it isn’t, Dan. I’ve always wanted to play football; you know that;
and now Muscles has given me permission to play for the first time. And
I’m going to have a whack at it. Besides, I don’t see why trying for
the Football Team won’t keep me in condition for cross-country work.”
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