THE HALF BACK

(Berton Braley)

When the stands are black with people, and they yell, yell, ‘yell!
When the whistle shrills the signal for the start,
Then the Sees of grips me in a potent spell
And the blood goes dancing swiftly through my heart!
And the rooters are poviebien with their flags and all,
And the joy of battle pulses through my frame, |
And there's nothing worth the having but that pigskin ball
And there isn't any glory but the game!
Mow ‘em down,
Throw 'em down,
Keep ‘em on the go!
Get sous ginger in you there, you're too slow!
Worry ‘en, :
Hurry ‘em,
Never twice the same! ae
Keep your wits a-workin' hard, and--

PLAY THE GAME!

Oh, it's good to hear Gis sig and with courage steeled
To go plunging siiee the linemen make a hole,
and it's bully to go flashing ticeven a broken field
As you dodge and twist and scurry toward the goal;
There's the thing of men colliding, there's the thud of feet,

“There's the play that starts as sudden as a flame,

There's the grit that knows no quitting and that won't be beat,