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. ”
