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
“Fellows,” he said, “I can’t talk very well. In fact, I’m just about
scared to death. I guess you can see that. But what I’ve got to say
won’t take long. You’ve made me captain and I’m going to do the best I
know how for you. I’m not making any promises. That would be a silly
thing to do because we none of us can tell what may happen as――as
the season advances. But we’ve got a mighty good start for the team
this fall. We’ve got five of the fellows who played against Broadwood
last year and a lot of good second string fellows. So as far as――as
experienced material goes we’ve got no kick coming. But I don’t want
you to think that we’ve got all the men we want, for we haven’t. I hope
that to-morrow afternoon every one of you chaps who hasn’t lost a leg
or an arm will come out for the team. I want to see the biggest bunch
of candidates that ever turned out at Yardley! And don’t stay away
because you think you can’t play football. Come out and get to work and
we’ll tell you in a week whether you can play or not. You know they’ve
changed the rules again this year and a fellow doesn’t have to weigh
two hundred pounds to be of use to the team. We want fellows who have
speed and who can handle a ball, and, above all, we want fellows who
can kick. Well, I guess that’s all.” Dan’s hands unconsciously went
back to his pockets and a cheer went up. But he didn’t take them out
this time. He only smiled. “There’s one thing more, though,” he went
on earnestly. “What Goodyear told you about standing back of the team
is so. I don’t mean just coming down to the field and cheering. That’s
all right as far as it goes. What I mean is letting us know all the
time that you’re right back of us, hoping us on, wishing us on, pulling
every minute! You do your share, fellows, and we’ll do ours, I promise
you!”
Pandemonium reigned for a good two minutes after Dan walked back to his
chair. Then Hammel, the baseball captain, was on his feet calling for
“a cheer for Captain Vinton, fellows, and make it good!” And it was
good, and if Oxford Hall hadn’t been built of granite I think it would
have shook under that outburst.
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