Football -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- Juvenile fiction
Phillipsburg waved and cheered, and stood on the seats and howled,
while from across the gridiron came a fainter but defiant “Parkinson!
_Parkinson!_ PARKINSON!” Mr. Driscoll turned his countenance to the
bench and shook his head, smiling ruefully. “Half our team asleep,
fellows,” he said. “Scoville, go in for Furniss! Warm up, Gaines!”
Phillipsburg missed a fairly easy goal after the touchdown and play
began again in midfield. There was no more scoring in the quarter
although Gaines, restored to his place at half, twice almost got clear.
Under Cardin’s direction, Parkinson thrice tried forward-passes and but
once succeeded. Then Gaines, catching, reeled off a dozen yards before
he was forced out of bounds. The half ended with the score still 6-0.
There was some hard, plain talk in the gymnasium for the Parkinson
audience. Mr. Driscoll was far from pleased and he didn’t hesitate to
make the fact known. “You fellows have been taught football for two
years, some of you longer, and yet you went out there and just stood
around all during the first period. That sort of thing won’t win games!
Do something! Try something! If you can’t do anything else, worry your
opponent. All you did was to hand him the ball back. Stone, a lot of
that was up to you. You had your instructions to try out your overhead
game, and your running game, and what did you do? You went at the
line every time you got the ball! Now I’m going to start in with the
beginning of this last half and use the bench. If you don’t want to
get licked, use your heads and play football! You can score if you try
hard enough. You ought to score at least twice. And if you let those
fellows get close enough to your goal to pull another of those forwards
over the line you deserve to lose! You were all asleep, every man Jack
of you! Long, where were you when that happened? And you, Gross? And
you, Stone? Someone’s got to watch the end of the line, fellows! You
can’t all go off visiting like that! You’ve each got a duty to perform
on every play and you each know it, but just because the other fellow
pulls something you haven’t met up with since last year you forget
everything and go straggling after him to see what he’ll do! You stay
in position after this, no matter what the other fellow does. Another
thing--and I’m aiming this at you, Wendell, more than anyone--watch
your hands. The rules require that no part of your body shall be ahead
of the line of scrimmage. If the umpire was strict he’d have called you
off-side twenty times. Keep your arms down and your hands back until
the ball’s in play. After that I don’t care how fast you bring them
up. Now, then, we’re going to play fast ball this half. Pryne, you’re
quarter. Keep the team on the jump every minute. Start your signal the
minute the whistle blows and make your men hustle to positions so that
the play can snap off quickly. You’ve been loafing for two periods.
Now I want to see some _work_! I want a score inside the next twelve
minutes.
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