Holworthy Hall

Holworthy Hall

Summary

Portrait of Holworthy Hall Holworthy Hall Up the Street — Chapter 7 (1915)

Understand? Football! You've got a few weeks—how many of you are there. Twenty? Maybe I'll have to kill off about a dozen—that'll leave two sets of backs. Anybody want to quit? No? I hear you can't tackle unless the man's standing still. Come over here and show me how you hit the dummy. Hold on! Don't anybody make that mistake so early! When I say 'Come on,' I mean jump. Do you get it? Come on!"
Twenty minutes later, the first and second teams lined up. Blanding, collarless now, and damp with perspiration, trailed the varsity step by step.
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Portrait of Holworthy Hall Holworthy Hall Up the Street — Chapter 7 (1915)

The half back Holden glanced dubiously at the goal line, sixty yards away. Quarter bent over the heaving line of dripping figures. Pandemonium broke out behind them from the coaches, led by Prince and Blanding.
"Keep your feet, Holden! Hold your feet!"
"Low—lower than that!"
"Put him down—block your man out there!"
"You gained two yards," said Hector icily, dragging Holden to his feet. "Remember this, young man—four times two yards isn't a first down. You've got to make three yards or more every time you start. Signal! Hurry up."
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Portrait of Holworthy Hall Holworthy Hall Up the Street — Chapter 7 (1915)

Get off the field! Next man!"
"Nothing left but third-string men," said Prince, behind him. "Want to see 'em in action?"
"I don't care if they're tenth-string men—what I want is one man who can hang onto a football. Is there anybody here who can? Oh, you can, can you? What's your name—Grant? You play right half. Signal! Hard, Grant! That's better. Yell it out, quarter—no secrets needed!"
When it was too dark to see the newest and yellowest of pigskins, the head coach sent his charges on a dispirited jog around the track, and looked for Hector.
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