Gordon State College - Taps Yearbook (Barnesville, GA)

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The teams started the second quarter fighting harder and harder. each one calling into use the best plays they could command. Like supermen they fought, each team vainly trying to puslrthe ball across the white line that seemed so far away. Then Elbardan's halfback brought the crowd to their feet as he broke clear of the scrimmage and dashed towards the goal. Only Philwanofs quarterback was in his way. But this quarterback was a cool, experienced player, and he sped for- ward to meet the runner, calculating the distance every step. As they neared he gave a mighty jump and pulled the halfback to the ground. The visitor had gained twenty yards by that 1'un and they were on the home teamfs thirty yard line. An end run was attempted but no gain was made. The fullback fell back as if to punt, and instead, drop-kicked. A great quiet settled on the crowd as the ball soared towards the goal post. Would it make it? The ball hit the cross-bar, bounced upward, and amid a. deathly silence, fell on the outside-a field goal. The time- keeper's whistle sounded above the deafening r-oar of Elbardani-s yells, and the half was over. The beginning of the second half found the teams lighting as never before. Elbardan confidently, Philwano struggling hard to overcome the three point lead. All through the quarter they fought but the sc-ore remained unchanged. Then the fourth quarter began. As he saw his team going down into defeat John could scarcely restrain himself. Anxiety was stamped on his heavy features. He looked imploringly at the coach but that man could only sigh and wish that John was heavier. But he could not expect him to stand for any length -of time in the face of the great defense that the visitors were playing. The quarter was slipping away. Only three minutes and still no score for the home team. Vainly the men of Philwano played, all wildly fighting to save the day for their school. Elbardanis, ba.ll and two minutes of play left. A line buck, but no gain. A punt to the middle of the field. Philwanois ball. On the second play the quarterback was hurt and all hope departed from the Philwano supporters when it was seen he would have to be removed from the game. The coach called J olm and the boy jumped towards him. Do your best l was his order as John trotted out across the field, every muscle in his slight body twitch- ing in eagerness and expectancy. John called the signal for an end run by half- back but he was unable to gain. The teams lined up. fifteen seconds left, one eager thought rushed through Johnis brain. He could score the much needed touchdown for his school. Seventeen, twenty-three, forty-two, thirty-seven. he called, and as the ball left the center's hand the timekeepeifs whistle sounded from the side line, but the ball was in motion. Like a Hash John followed his interference around left end. But he was soon left alone and found himself side-stepping and stiff-arming his way by several players. After what seemed a torturing long time he was by them and he could hear the quick beating of someone very close behind him, and see Elbardan s safety in front rushing forward to meet him. Now they neared each other and the safety made a flying tackle at John. Putting every bit of skill he had into a. side-step, John was able to evade his outstretched arms, and raced across the goal. His schoolmates surged toward him and proudly marched off the Held bear- ing ion their shoulders the man who had won thc game and championship for his sehoolf-the Sub. A ' R, L, RUSSELL,

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