There was, for example, the hockey game with Carrel’s School, the second contest on the Yardley schedule. Carrel’s presented a strong and experienced seven, of which two members were past-masters in the gentle art of shooting goals from all sorts of impossible angles. Dave Henry, the Blue’s goal-tend, was considered rather a competent youth, but that Saturday afternoon he had his hands full, so full, in fact, that he couldn’t begin to hold all that came to them, with the result that Carrel’s School led six goals to one at the end of the first twenty-minute period and in the last half, in spite of Yardley’s frantic, determined endeavors to hold her at bay and score a few tallies herself, quite swept the Blue’s defense off its feet and scored pretty much as she wanted to. It was a rattling good game, in spite of its one-sidedness and the audience which lined the barrier, stamping its feet and blowing on its numbed fingers, yelled itself quite hoarse before the referee’s whistle blew for the last time. Seventeen to four was the score then, and although the Yardley players gathered together and waved their sticks and cheered tiredly for their rivals, there was a noticeable lack of enthusiasm in that cheer. The wiseacres had to go back three years before they could find another such overwhelming defeat. Captain Crowell took the beating somewhat to heart, and even Arnold, who was not easily cast-down, moped all the evening and refused to be comforted by Homer or Toby or any one else. On the following Monday Framer took Flagg’s place at point and Rose gave way to Fanning at left wing. Also Crowell experimented with the four-man defense style of play, which, while not so good for scoring, at least is theoretically a fine style to keep your goal inviolate. Crumbie was played back with Halliday on defense, leaving only three men to meet the opposing attack until it was well down toward the goal. The second team was summoned onto the ice “to be the goat,” as Sid Creel phrased it, and there was a very pretty struggle. The second swept through that four-man defense for three goals in each period, causing Captain Crowell grave doubts as to the value of it. But the first won, for neither Warren, who played through the first period, or Toby, who officiated in the second, could stop more than half the shots of the first team forwards. Sid Creel, slow-moving and apparently sleepy, was a tower of strength at point that afternoon, and Beech was as clever as usual at cover, but Crowell and Arnold Deering were slippery skaters and accurate shots, and the illusive puck went into the second’s net nine times in all.