"Our fellows play with more speed and real skill.

_Say_---look at that!" For Bentley, of the college eleven, had just missed the kick from field.
Five points for the visitors! The teams swiftly changed ends and lined up.

The whistle's call sent them off to the fray, for there were but three minutes left of the first half.
Cobber won the kick but didn't carry it far.

Gridley got down as far as the enemy's twenty-yard line.

Then the smaller High School boys were fairly pushed back into their own territory, losing twelve yards of their own side of the field.
Trill-ll! The first half was over.
"Sam, can you do better?
Do you want to go back on the job ?" asked Ben Badger.
"No," replied the Gridley captain.