Ralph Henry Barbour

Ralph Henry Barbour

Summary

Portrait of Ralph Henry Barbour Ralph Henry Barbour Right Guard Grant

Renneker was faking! He had pretended an injury so that Leonard might have his place!
“Hey! Report to the referee, General!”
Appel’s voice brought him out of his amazed thoughts. He looked for the white sweater, found it and slipped into the line. A whistle blew again and—well, after that he was very busy. The game went on, hard, gruelling. Alton advanced and retreated, Kenly won ground and lost it. The ball hurtled through the air, feet pounded the turf, bodies rasped together, tired lungs fought for breath and aching legs for strength. The third period came to an end, the score unchanged.
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Ralph Henry Barbour Ralph Henry Barbour Right Guard Grant

Cricket tackled instantly and with all the enthusiasm of an outraged soul and the long-legged one came heavily to earth, but the ball was back in the enemy’s hands and again Alton’s triumph had been checked.
One hopeless smash at the Gray-and-Gold line that netted less than a yard, and Mt. Millard opened her bag of tricks. Speaking broadly, there aren’t any new plays in football and can’t be except when an alteration of the rules opens new possibilities.
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Ralph Henry Barbour Ralph Henry Barbour Right Guard Grant

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!”
Source: Gutenberg

Get perspective with Kwize: daily news enlightened by great literature