Here's the line-up: Edwards, Gleason, Fowler, Thursby, Hall, Williams, Miller, Milton, Still, Kendall, Norton.

How much time is there, Joe ?" "About three minutes," answered Lawrence.
"All right.

On the trot now!" The cheer leaders leaped to their places as the teams came hustling back to the field and waved their megaphones and dropped them and beat time with clenched hands as the cheers burst forth.
"_Rah, rah, Brimfield! Rah, rah, Brimfield! Rah, rah, Brimfi-e-ld!_" "_Claflin! Claflin! Claflin! Rah, rah, rah, Claflin! Claflin! Claflin!_" And then Fowler had thudded the ball away with a long swing of his foot and the last half had begun.
The Claflin full-back pulled the ball out of the air, quick interference formed about him and he came charging back up the field.
Five--ten--fifteen yards! Then Miller pulled him down with a savage tackle and the two teams faced each other.

Umpire and referee dodged out of the way, Ainsmith called his signals and a back tore at Williams.

The secondary defence sprang to the point of attack.