Word: balled
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Stahleymen wasted no time in getting started. On their first scoring try, they took the ball down close to the Blue goal, where their offense fizzled momentarily. But on the next attempt, the Yardlings heaved their opponents bodily over the goal on a series of blistering power plays, George Hoiden toting the oval across...
...line after a punt by the Indians early in the first period, the Crimson team kicked to mid-field. The Green team made a mere five yards through the stone wall Harvard defense, and elected to kick on the fourth down. The kicker was rushed, and he lifted the ball high in the air only to have it fall on the line of scrimmage. A back roll put it five yards behind the line when a Crimson man jumped...
...Harvard team made little headway and was forced to kick the ball for coffin corner. On the Green's second play in returning the ball, it was fumbled and recovered by a Harvard player on the thirteen yard line. This time the Crimson offensive was effective, and culminated in having Art Rowe dash over the line for the first and last touchdown of the game. Lacey's kick for conversion went wide of the uprights, and the score stayed...
...when it shows so frightfully? Why do they yell Yoohoo over there? Why doesn't he blow the whistle, Vag? . . . Yes. No. Yes. No. Vag doesn't know. How can he know everything, oh lovely Simmous girl? There is still a mist over his eyes from the Harvard-Dartmouth Ball last night. Or is it his pride in the team? This afternoon he will know...
SCENE FOUR. The hard leather toe meets the oval pigskin an instant after the whistle blows. Standing on the five-yard line, he watches the course of the ball through the air towards him. Swiftly it rises until it seems to be higher than the rim of the stadium behind it up and up in a graceful are. His eyes glue themselves to this careening brown speck. He remains motionless, staring at it in fascination like one hypnotized. . . . This is a game, old boy; it has started now. Forget that hollow stomach feeling. This is a football...