St Ignatius College - Ignatian Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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I-IOPELESS HARD Y 21 Jack was caught up by his victorious team mates and a triumphant serpentine wound about the field. Who said ,Tack Hardy would never learn Rugby ? roared a youth with a stentorian voice. From his lofty perch upon the shoulders of three giant forwards Jack Hardy held up his hand for silence. I learned that Rugby back at Michigan, fellows, but we only used eleven men. I guess I'm still a hopeless case. Three times three for 'Hopeless' Hardy, bellowed the lusty-lunged youth. Then the cheering began. Warren W. Brown. Qlhrintman Glorious Christmas morn, Fount of grace untold! With thee He was born, Glorious Christmas morn, Who, of glory shorn, Shared our lowly fold. Glorious Christmas morn, Fount of grace untold! William M. Queen.

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20 IGNATIAN Stonefield's line when the timekeeper's gun sounded the end of the first half. Parker's three points had been all the scoring. The second half was bitterly contested but devoid of any feature until fifteen minutes had elapsed. Then Andrews, backbone of the blue defense, falling before a dribbling rush, was kicked in the head and carried from the field. Hardy! called Capt. Davis as the teams halted for time outf' Jack trotted out to his position as the blue stands broke into a volley of rahs ending up with Hopeless Hardy. Jack merely grinned. Four times the crimson forwards broke through the Stonefield defense and bore down upon the new fullback. Four times they were repelled by the Herculean efforts of Jack Hardy. As if inspired by the playing of the Sophomore fullback the blue braced and for the first time in the game assumed the offensive. Capt. Davis broke 'through for a run of twenty yards. On Parker's ,twenty-five yard line the two teams fought furiously for possession of the leather. Score! Score! Score ! boomed forth the Stonefield stands. Up and down, back and forth, swept the tide of battle, Stone- field fighting every inch of the way and Parker yielding only after their every effort had proven futile. Only a minute more, barked a substitute from the side lines. Unconsciously Jack crept closer to the fray. Suddenly out of the melee shot the ball straight towards the Stonefield fullback. With the Parker forwards bearing down upon him, memories of the old game, the game with Chicago, flashed upon Jack's mind. What had been done then might well be done now. Even as the Parker forwards sprang before him, Jack shifted slightly, dropped the ball, and as it rebounded sent it spinning end over end, between the white goal posts. The roaring of the frenzied Stonefield rooters drowned out the crack of the timekeeper's pistol announcing the end of the game. jack Hardyis drop kick from the field put Stonefield in the lead by one point. That was all that worried any of the wild-eyed Stonefield supporters.

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