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Title: ... Debris
Year: 1899 (1890s)
Authors: Purdue University
Subjects: Purdue University College yearbooks Universitites and colleges
Publisher: Indianapolis, Ind. : Press of Baker & Randolph
Contributing Library: Allen County Public Library Genealogy Center
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Tes on the ball andplayed like mad. But in spite of everything we lost two-thirds the length of the field and thenone of their little half-backs circled our end for a touch-down. In the second half our lino wasstrengthened by a few changes, but it didnt do much good ; we couldnt overcome their weight.We held them in their own territory for awhile, but finally had to yield. I was a tiger then,sure, and its a wonder some of them werent hurt the way I grabbed them. Sometimes thebleachers called my name with nine rahs, but I dont know why. Played the whole game for our side? Well our boys were getting weak, and my big lazyframe never did get tired, so why shouldnt I work? At last the signal came for me to go round the end. Someway I got through all of themand was up pretty near the goal, when, in dodging their full-back, something seemed to give way
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she was standing there in the most timid, sweet way you ever saw. ;iikI let me fall and then the whole crowd jammed down on top of me. They say Oberlin madeanother touch-down after that, hut I didnt remember anything else until I found myself lying ona couch alone in a strange room. They had carried me there from the field, as the most convenient place to patch me up, and after the doctors were through, they had dressed me after a fashion, preparatory to taking mehome. I started to get up, but my knee gave such a confounded twitch that I just fell back withoutthe nerve to try again. Eh? Yes, dislocated and the ligaments torn loose. I must have grunted or something, any way there was a rustle in the next room and thenext minute the doorway framed the prettiest picture it ever had or ever will again. For thesame girl that sat up in the grandstand was standing there in the most timid, sweet way youever saw, as if she wanted to come in, but felt it wasnt quite proper. The lady of the hous

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