KVP  PHIOL,O S';OP HRER

I remember the last game of my senior year. We
needed it for a perfect season, no losses, no ties, a na-
tional championship. Maybe you remember the ..........
team that year. They were tough, as tough as they
come. was having his best year at
tackle, AMG eens cneneeeneeeey Who made All-American
left half that season, simply ran us silly. He made us
look like Michigan against Red Grange. They scored
two touchdowns the first half, and we didn't get the
‘ball past their 40 yard line.

Boy, oh boy, did the Old Man lay into us between
halves! Every word he said cut like a knife. We took
it in those days. The boys nowadays are smarter; they
don’t take so well to the driver type of coach. He had
us crying mad. I mean literally. Then just before the
time-up bell, he said: “And one thing more. If that left
half back is in there after the third play, I’m jerking
every man on the team. We'll finish with the water boy
and the grounds keepers, if they lick us a thousand to
nothing.”

Well, it took all three plays to do it, and I guess two
or three of their other boys got softened up pretty badly
at the same time. Anyway. ............... went out, and we
went on to win by a one-point margin. Maybe that’s
why I’ve never been quite as proud of this solid gold
watch charm as you might think. I don’t think the rest
of the team has bragged much about theirs, either, after
the first flush of the victory was over.

Now don’t get me wrong. I still think the Old Man
was the greatest coach that ever lived. But he wasn’t
Sir Galahad, not by a long shot. I wonder if anybody
ever really gets over the shock when he finds his idol’s
feet are made of clay.—. Ss.

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