Football -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- Juvenile fiction
“Oh, piffle! Snap out of it, General. To-morrow, or whenever you get
another chance, you’ll do a heap better. Anyway, you were on the hard
side there, with Billy and Rus against you. Those two tough guys could
make any one look sick!”
“I don’t believe I’ll get another chance,” said Leonard.
“Sure, you will. I dare say Johnny’ll have you back there to-morrow.
Just you forget about being on earth for the sole purpose of playing
guard and watch how the tackles handle their jobs. Then you go in and
bust things wide open. If Billy gets too gay with you and passes out
compliments, tell him where to get off and poke your elbow in his face.
Don’t let him think you’re soft and easy, whatever you do. But, if
you’ll take my advice, you’ll play right tackle next time!”
“N-no,” said Leonard, “I guess I’ll stick where I was to-day--if I get
another chance to.”
“You’ll get the chance,” predicted Slim. “And I don’t know but what
you’re right, at that. You’ll learn a heap more and learn it quicker
playing opposite Billy than you would against Butler.”
Disquieting rumors had reached Alton from Lorimer Academy. The Lorimer
team was said to be unusually good this season, and since when only
ordinarily good it gave Alton a hard battle, it was considered wise
to make a few extra preparations for the next game. The result of
this decision was to eliminate scrimmage on Thursday. Instead the
first team and substitutes underwent a double dose of signal drill and
learned two new plays. Perhaps the plays weren’t exactly new; few are
any longer; but they were new to Alton, and Coach Cade devoutly hoped
that they’d be new to Lorimer! Leonard, trailing his blanket around the
sod in the wake of the team, was disappointed, for he had hoped to get
another try-out to-day and had earnestly resolved to comport himself
so much better than yesterday that Quarterback Appel would ask no more
despairing questions of the heavens. But it was not to be. Instead,
he was relegated to the rôle of looker-on, he and some twenty others,
and so wandered up and down the field behind the workers, supposedly
imbibing wisdom as he went. Finally all were dismissed except a handful
of kickers and sent back to the gymnasium and showers.
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