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"Sometimes, mother; when I'm lucky enough to get the ball." "Well, I never." "Football's not a bad game, Mr. March," West was saying. "But it doesn't come up to golf, you know. It's too rough." "It does look a little rough," answered Mr. March. "Do they often get hurt?
I held out and when the whistle sounded, down I went on the grass and didn't stir for ten minutes. We had two referees that day. The first chap got hurt in a rush, and it took us half an hour to find a fellow brave enough to take his place. That was a game. Football's tame nowadays."
He used to talk it over with the men who advised him to buy, and come home fortified. All he had to do was to be patient; the fall meant nothing wrong with the mine, only the wrangle of speculators. "It's like a football, first on one side, and then on the other," said the man, "but the football's there all the same, and if it's that you want, you're all right."
You needn't have." Peter looked down the long road that wound and wound into the morning land. "I wanted to," he said. "I wanted to most awfully.... I wanted to try it.... I thought perhaps it was the one thing.... Football's off for me, you know and most other things.... Only diabolo left ... and ping-pong ... and jig-saw. I'm quite good at those ... but oh, I did want to be able to walk.
"And football's the only game I'd come out of the woods to see," said Welton. "I must have seen him up at Minneapolis when his team licked the stuffing out of our boys; and I remember his name. But I never thought of him as little Bobby because well, because I always did remember him as little Bobby."
"Football's the noblest game that's played, but it's got to be played right. We did away with the old mass-play evil and then promptly invented the guards-back and the tackle-back. Before long we'll see our mistake and do away with those too; revise the rules so that the rush-line players can not be drawn back.
"He couldn't spare a tanner for gate money, and he's going to stop at home and say his prayers, little dear, because football's wicked, and he's got to get ready for the Sabbath day." "Nonsense! There's no harm in football. Own up now, Dick, wouldn't you like to see the match?" "Maybe I should, especially if I could be in it," said Dick, good humouredly.
Gillam doesn't graduate until 1903." "But you can beat him out for the place next year. All you need is more experience. Gillam's been at it two years here. Besides, it would be silly to leave a good college just because you couldn't play on the football team. Don't be like Cowan and think football's the only thing a chap comes here for." "They've used him pretty shabbily," said Paul.
Football's a wonderful pastime, isn't it?" "Silly chump!" mumbled Clint painfully. "Yes, indeed, a wonderful pastime," ruminated Amy, seating himself on the window-seat and hugging one knee.
"Lois, you mustn't, dear child," she laughed. "They can't hear you, you know. Do sit down and don't look if it frightens you." By this time Frank was up and doing wonders. Lois gave a sigh of relief. "Football's a savage game," she said, indignantly. And Mrs. Farwell agreed with her. She had been thankful beyond words that Bob had not gone out for the team running was sufficiently dangerous.