Malvern Collegiate Institute - Muse Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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THE ,llL'SE p Then the usually sober Highboy had his great brain wave. Why couldn 't we do that in a game. he argued, and taking Dapper .Iaek Dalton, who threw the forward passes, into our eontidenee, we worked out our breath-taking play in seeret sessions on the gridiron. I forgot whether it was against Yale. Mt-Hill or the l,aSalle Institute that we first made history with the l.amplighte1 s l,ift. It was in the third period. -Iaek called the forward pass signal. Ilighboy sped down the left and eut in. I did the same from the right and hitting a elear spot I leapt to his shoulders just as Jaek, seeing me appear so startingly high above the eluttered aetion hurled me the ball. Vatehing it I leapt over the full- baek's head and ran thirty yards for a touehdown. We worked that six or fifteen times more that day and we were the eollege heroes before the shadows lengthened from the goal posts. That was the start and team after team fell before the l,amplighter's Lift. Sometimes the opposition knoeked off my mate just at the psy- chological moment and left me treading air as the ball whipped over my head but they eould not stop us and undefeated we sailed into the big game with our hated rivals at Minnetonka. They had t11e greatest team of their history and never will I forget the day of that titanie contest. Une of the most thrilling moments of my career eame with expectant hush in the dressing room. from where we eould hear the smothered roar and boom of the vast erowd, and the Old Man rose to his feet and solemnly said. You are fighting today for the old Conservatory and all it means. The honor of the eollege rests with you men. You must uphold her ideals, and remember a win today and you all get a real break when they pass out the gravy on the iinal split of the gates. The jog down the eorridor and out on to the sun-splashed field as the packed stadium rose to greet us. the blaring bands. waving pennants, dashing eo-eds in automobile veils of our colors and every Minnetonka supporter, male or female, peering out from behind a sun tiower. their college emblem. XVhat a day. what a throng and what a thrill as our sections rose and yelpedz Kiek 'em high. taekle low. I'lol'tissiluo. fortissimo, Rah. rah. rah. Tra. la. la. Conservatory of Musie. Iloh-h-h-li Y I eau reeall but little of that epie eneounter save that we fought through the first half to a nine-nine tie. Highboy and I working our favorite play for one touehdown despite their elosest vigil. Then they got me. They broke my eollarbone and when I staggered on they broke my arm and I was led away babbling. They marehed slowly but steadily down the field and smashed over for a toueh. Thriee I returned to the game but I was a marked man and got more marked on every entrv, while my injuries delayed my motions when I tried to seamper up to my friends shoulders. -31-

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THE ,IIFSE Plat-ing his pri-t-ious burdcn on thc- table and choking down his I-motion. fi-it-ml I-'agan shook ol? this nn-lam-holy strain and whirling ac-ross tht- room to approvt-d cln-or It-adm-r tt-mpo hootod: Rippc1'ta-I-, rappartcv, rippcrtot- rt-I-, t'onst-rvatrt-I-, il0IISl'I'YiITl'00, ' No tinn- to lost-, a loud L-nthust-, For good old Nutsy Fagan. What a gladsomt- whoop that was, sight-d Nutsy, hai-k in the days wht-n tht- rt-d tlannt-l swt-att-rs of tht- old Const-rvatory of Music swt-pt down 1-vt-ry gridiron in thc land. Thu Crimson C1'0SC'L'lILl0l'S tht- sport writc-rs rallt-tl us, and marc-In-s wort- our fayoritt- numbers. What a galaxy of spot-d. strt-ngth and gristh- we wt-rt-. To bi- one of tht- Big Flannt-ls, to go strolling at-ross tln- campus arm in arm with Mcttoogan and tht- rt-st, to hit- to tln- frat houst- of an cyl-ntidt-, wln-rc wo would gathcr to agitati- tlu- upright and slolmln-r a fi-w Imlut-s, and you know I I-an still hh-at a nu-an har ot' harmony. And littlt- bllu--cya-d Minnic. What a girl! What a girl! A pt-1'l't-vt, hlondt- light'ln-avyws-iglit. Gad, thu happy Sunday nights at hor homo as I rt-t-ountt-d thi- doings ot' tht- hig gamt- tht- day bt-fort-. I laugh ovt-n yt-t as 1 think of tht- murry I-yt-iiing wht-n I di-monstratt-d to hor grandpa how I had stoppt-d that play on tht- out--yard lint- with a tlying tackli- and t'rar-turn-d tht- old ft-llow's knc-I-, whiffh vaust-d him to rt-mark drolly as tht-y vary-it-d him to bod, That was a great play son, but I am surn- glad you did not kick any tit-ld goals. Happy days for mc and for my big pal, I-olnradt-, Iiuddy and c-hum, Higlilioy Hamnn-rthwaitc, who playt-d tht- otln-r I-nd position on tho Big Rt-d tt-am. NVhat an athh-tc ln- was. a tackling dt-mon and tht- In-st wrt-sth-r in t,-olli-gt-. His motht-r was Iiutt-h and his father a full-hloodt-d saxophoni- playt,-r and lu- inln-ritcd from this sturdy stock a Oomhatiyt- spirit and a will to work and win sum-h as I haw- ss-ldom st-on. llt- would praf-tif-v wrt-stling holds hy tht- hour and ot'tt-n I haw- conn- in to tind him at solitary drill with a punishing arm look on himsa-lt' and so doggt-d was his naturt- wht-n ho wt-nt that way I could only gm-t him lot go by slapping him twiot- quit-kly on tht- hack as a sign ot' yir-tory. r w - - - logt-tln-r wt- had tht- lamp lighting In-at tor tht- c-ollt-gr town and arnn-d with short laddt-rs and our imph-nu-nts wt- hurrit-d about I-ar-h twilight from post to post until thc main strm-I-t and tht- sulmurlm was aglow. My quivk pt-rf-I-ption soon found a way that wa- vould linish this task IIIIIt'll fast:-V, Wt- took an I-xtra gym 1-lass 1-at-h wt-ok, dispt-nst-d with our laddi-rs and iran-tit-4-tl at my plan until, on tht- dt-ad run, I I-ould swing in In-sidu llighltoy and with ont- motion land sura-ly lmalani-I-d on his shouldc-rs just in tiint- to turn tht- light on. A quit-k It-ap to thc- ground, anotht-r sprint, anotln-r st-urry up his hroad t'rann- and anotht-r light was lit. Afton- tln't-t- ww-ks ol' that lalaor saying systc-m wa- could do it 4-vm-ry timt- to pt-I-tt-f-1 lon, - Hof

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THE .IIUSE ln the last quarter our Fighting l-'lannels rallied and swung gallantly aeross to tie the seore hut it was a killing effort. Back came their formid- ahlt- foes and struggled up to a position where they sent a dropkiek flying at-ross the har, A roar ot' vietory went up from their massed seetions but they reekoned without Nutsy Fagan. I rushed to the clubhouse and when l returned and husked at the tlld Man, Put me in, he did not recognize his star at tirst. Nutsy, he eried, you have shaved off your sidehurnsg they will never know you. and slapping me hearteningly on the broken eollarhone he sent me haek into the hattle. -X minute to go, a huddle, surprised reeognition hy my team mates when I showed them my hirthmark, the forward pass signal, no one paying attention to this supposedly unknown sub cutting down the field and then at-ross into Highhoy 's galloping wake, a yell of warning too late from the Minnetonka eaptain. I was up on Highboy's neek and helmet pulling down llalton 's pass with my good arm and Highboy was rushing down the tield far ahead of all pursuers without me even jumping down to the ground. What a moment! Fifteen yards from the line I waved the ball aloft in wild rejoieing as our rooters rose en masse and hoomed the ery of VleTol'X: NVho's the lioy To pull us through? Nutsy Fagan, Boo, hoo. hoo! Then something erashed against my head and I fell over backwards as the hall tiew from my hands. Ilighhoy, in his great exeitement, had rushed aeross the line under the goalposts and the erosshar did the rest. The shades ot' night were falling fast o 'er stadium and grid, NYhen from the hlanket line of suhs an eager youngster slidg -X minute only left to play hefore full time arrived, Ile dashed aeross the pounded sod to where his team mates strived. .X signal. and he has the hall upon his ten-yard lineg lle's down, ht-'s up, he 's erashing on with spirit and with spineg lle's dodged his way right through the fray the game hroadeaster 4'l'lt-ll. Tile mighty erowd is standing up as though eleetritied. lie hounds at-ross the sward and now he rounds the last two men, ll.-'s down, hes up, he's up, In-'s down, he's sprinting on againg .X ninety-live-yard run or more to eross the line and seore, .Xn unknown suh we thought a duh has eaused this mighty roar. Uh rah oh ral: oh rah r-ili rali that final dash was great . . v.c, , 1 1 . 1.1 1 .Xnd now his team will only lose hy sixty-live to eight. -'l'1f:nnv. nl , I