had thrown a wicked block into Burtson and as he got up he saw Tarbell rising shakily from the ground and glowering at Kulowski. The big Pole was grinning from ear to ear.
The Eastern team was working now. Kulowski's face was sweat streaked and muddy, but he was still grinning. He was hitting that line with power and whenever he hit, something happened. He wasn't missing any passes, and all the fear of the crowd, the fear of being laughed at was gone. He was in there, driving, and his two hundred and twenty pounds was making itself felt.
Eastern worked smoothly and marched down the field. They got to the thirty, and there Hanover smashed them back three times. Hanover was concentrating on Kulowski now, sensing his power and drive.
"You think we ought to pass it?" Ryan whispered to Socks.
"Yeah." Socks glanced around. "Give it to me in the corner."
Socks Barnaby slid around end and went down the field fast and took the ball on the three. There Tarbell hit him like a tank, and Socks went down and rolled over. Tarbell got up.
Ryan called for Kulowski. The big Pole tucked the ball under his arm and put his head down and drove. The Hanover line bulged, and then it gave way all of a sudden. Kulowski powered through, and they had the score.
Socks dropped back and kicked the point. The score was 13 and 7 at the half.
TO OPEN THE second half it was Hanover's choice, and they elected to receive. Kuttner toed the ball. Ammons, Hanover's big right tackle, took it coming fast, but Kulowski was moving and he drove the bigger Ammons back on his shoulder.
Hanover lined up, Tarbell came plunging through, and Kulowski hit him.
Tarbell got slowly to his feet, and he looked wonderingly at the big guy. Tarbell, twice All-American, had lost a yard on the play!
Tarbell came in again like a battering ram and there was murder in his drive. Hunk was ready this time and he hit Tarbell at the knees, then Kulowski hit him high, and Tarbell went down, hard.
Tarbell had lost two yards, and he was mad clear through. Socks ran back to position, laughing at the puzzled, angry face of the Hanover star.
Then Hanover got tough. Eastern drove at the line three times and made only three yards.
Burtson kicked. He lived up to reputation, booting a low whirler that hit and rolled over and over. The wind helped it, but Socks finally downed the ball on the Eastern sixteen.
They made three first downs, then Hanover got hot and swamped them. Taking Kuttner's kick, Hanover began to hammer. They sent Tarbell through the line, and ganged Hunk Warren to make the hole. They made it. Tarbell came through, his head down, driving like a locomotive, but Muggs Kulowski was coming in. He had an urge to ruin Tarbell and they both knew it. They hit hard and bounced apart, both of them shaken to the heels.
EASTERN TOOK POSSESSION of the ball on downs and powered it straight down the field as the quarter neared its end. They got to the seven, and Kulowski had been doing most of the work. Socks took the ball off tackle with Kulowski and Ryan clearing the way, and went over the line standing up.
Kuttner missed the point and the score was tied.
THE LAST QUARTER opened and the big Hanover team came out for blood. They were against a team that seemed to be playing way over its head, and it had Hanover desperate for fear the mounting confidence of Eastern would smear them.
Then it happened. It was Eastern's ball on their own forty yard line. Eastern lined up and Kulowski went off tackle for four. Then Kuttner started around the end, but Sinclair, a Hanover end, cut in for him, and with a quick shift, Kuttner went through the messup at guard, charging the center of the field.
A huge Hanover tackler missed him, got a hand on his leg, and Kuttner spun around, staggering three steps and then went down under a rib-cracking tackle from Speed Burtson.
They lined up and Ryan sent Kulowski through the line for four. The big fellow got up, and he grinned at Socks.
"We're doin' it,
The Eastern team was working now. Kulowski's face was sweat streaked and muddy, but he was still grinning. He was hitting that line with power and whenever he hit, something happened. He wasn't missing any passes, and all the fear of the crowd, the fear of being laughed at was gone. He was in there, driving, and his two hundred and twenty pounds was making itself felt.
Eastern worked smoothly and marched down the field. They got to the thirty, and there Hanover smashed them back three times. Hanover was concentrating on Kulowski now, sensing his power and drive.
"You think we ought to pass it?" Ryan whispered to Socks.
"Yeah." Socks glanced around. "Give it to me in the corner."
Socks Barnaby slid around end and went down the field fast and took the ball on the three. There Tarbell hit him like a tank, and Socks went down and rolled over. Tarbell got up.
Ryan called for Kulowski. The big Pole tucked the ball under his arm and put his head down and drove. The Hanover line bulged, and then it gave way all of a sudden. Kulowski powered through, and they had the score.
Socks dropped back and kicked the point. The score was 13 and 7 at the half.
TO OPEN THE second half it was Hanover's choice, and they elected to receive. Kuttner toed the ball. Ammons, Hanover's big right tackle, took it coming fast, but Kulowski was moving and he drove the bigger Ammons back on his shoulder.
Hanover lined up, Tarbell came plunging through, and Kulowski hit him.
Tarbell got slowly to his feet, and he looked wonderingly at the big guy. Tarbell, twice All-American, had lost a yard on the play!
Tarbell came in again like a battering ram and there was murder in his drive. Hunk was ready this time and he hit Tarbell at the knees, then Kulowski hit him high, and Tarbell went down, hard.
Tarbell had lost two yards, and he was mad clear through. Socks ran back to position, laughing at the puzzled, angry face of the Hanover star.
Then Hanover got tough. Eastern drove at the line three times and made only three yards.
Burtson kicked. He lived up to reputation, booting a low whirler that hit and rolled over and over. The wind helped it, but Socks finally downed the ball on the Eastern sixteen.
They made three first downs, then Hanover got hot and swamped them. Taking Kuttner's kick, Hanover began to hammer. They sent Tarbell through the line, and ganged Hunk Warren to make the hole. They made it. Tarbell came through, his head down, driving like a locomotive, but Muggs Kulowski was coming in. He had an urge to ruin Tarbell and they both knew it. They hit hard and bounced apart, both of them shaken to the heels.
EASTERN TOOK POSSESSION of the ball on downs and powered it straight down the field as the quarter neared its end. They got to the seven, and Kulowski had been doing most of the work. Socks took the ball off tackle with Kulowski and Ryan clearing the way, and went over the line standing up.
Kuttner missed the point and the score was tied.
THE LAST QUARTER opened and the big Hanover team came out for blood. They were against a team that seemed to be playing way over its head, and it had Hanover desperate for fear the mounting confidence of Eastern would smear them.
Then it happened. It was Eastern's ball on their own forty yard line. Eastern lined up and Kulowski went off tackle for four. Then Kuttner started around the end, but Sinclair, a Hanover end, cut in for him, and with a quick shift, Kuttner went through the messup at guard, charging the center of the field.
A huge Hanover tackler missed him, got a hand on his leg, and Kuttner spun around, staggering three steps and then went down under a rib-cracking tackle from Speed Burtson.
They lined up and Ryan sent Kulowski through the line for four. The big fellow got up, and he grinned at Socks.
"We're doin' it,
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