Great Teams and the people who love them

“So do I,” muttered Clint.

“Thank you, sir,” said Amy. “I’m sorry we–got lost, Mr. Fernald.”

That scoreless tie did not take place just yet, however. Just now the
second was only finding itself and the ‘varsity romped through or around
it almost at will. The final scrimmage before the Morgan’s School
contest was on Friday and the Varsity had no trouble scoring twice in
twenty minutes of actual playing time. But even then the second was
beginning to show possibilities and the first team fellows were forced
to work hard for the two touchdowns they secured. Coach Robey was
unusually grim that afternoon and so many changes were made in the
line-up of the ‘varsity that Assistant Manager Morton’s brain reeled as
he tried to keep track of the players. It was suspected that the head
coach was far from satisfied with the first-string backs and it was
predicted on the stand that afternoon that before the season was much
older there would be considerable of a shake-up in their ranks. Freer
was looked on as having a good chance to displace Kendall, and St.
Clair, who although he had been playing but one year was developing
rapidly into a clever half, had many partisans who considered him the
equal of the veteran Still.

“Oh, forget it, Marvin,” advised Still. “Thayer won’t remember. Names
don’t matter, anyway.”

forty-five minutes the ‘varsity did its level best to totally annihilate
the second team, and almost succeeded
The last practice took place Wednesday afternoon and for a solid
forty-five minutes the ‘varsity did its level best to totally annihilate
the second team, and almost succeeded. Things went with a most
encouraging bang that day. Even Coach Robey was seen to smile, which,
during practice, was a most extraordinary thing for him to do. The
‘varsity had to work for what it got, but got it. Three touchdowns and a
field-goal was the sum of its attainment, while the second, fighting
fiercely, managed to push Otis over for a score in the third period.
Afterward the second cheered the ‘varsity, was heartily cheered in
return and then trotted back to the gymnasium no longer existent as
a team.

“I don’t see what you’re doing this for,” he half whimpered. “I haven’t
done anything to you.”

“I guess it was the trolley car. Only it seemed to come from over that
way, and that fellow said the trolley line was over there.”

That seemed to please Freer. “Well, I’ve been at it three years,” he
said, “and this is my last chance.”

“Yes, I–I’m certain.”