The game proved one thing long suspected, which was that the Scarlet-and-Gray line was far from a perfect machine on defence. Time and again Textile opened holes wide enough to drive a wagon through. The power was there and the knowledge, but the fellows didn’t work together. It was the secondary defence alone that kept the opponent’s score down to anything like what it was. On the left, Yetter, while showing up superior to Kinley, was constantly fooled on plays inside his position. He worked at odds with his center and was, besides, slow at getting into plays. On his left, Franklin was another weak defender, although a brilliant tackle on offence. Pop Driver was steady and dependable, a trifle slow, perhaps, but a hard man to fool. He and Musgrave, at center, and Ted Trafford at his other shoulder, made that side of the line fairly impregnable, although Ted, like the other tackle, was a better offensive than defensive player. The ends had showed up satisfactorily, with the honors, if any, belonging to Roy Dresser. As to the back-field, it was hard to judge, since it was a patched-up affair, with Bert playing only a part of the game and Vail not getting in at all. Neither Siedhof nor Zanetti were better than average backs. Nick, at quarter, had played as he always did, hard and cleverly, handling punts in the back-field faultlessly, running back well and choosing his plays wisely. Keyes had gained as consistently as usual with the ball, had been a tower of strength on defence and had punted excellently. Leddy had proved himself a good substitute for Keyes. On the whole, there was no fault to be found with the material. Grafton possessed eleven good players and was well off for second-string men. The team simply hadn’t developed as it should have. The Lawrence Textile School game was played just a fortnight before the date of the Mount Morris contest, and there were those a-plenty who declared that two weeks was all too short a time in which to bring the Grafton team to championship form. What Coach Bonner thought, no one knew, but on Monday it was evident that the first team was in for strenuous work and that if it was humanly possible to lick it into shape Mr. Bonner meant to do it. The second team was given the ball at the start of the scrimmage and told to put it over by line-plays. When she lost it, as she frequently did, it was promptly handed back to her. Both coaches were on the field and the playing was often stopped while they corrected and explained, scolded or commended. The second, driven to a sort of berserker rage, hammered every position in the opposing line desperately, Mr. Crowley barking and growling and urging them on.