seven-eighteen-two-four

Updated: June 13, 2025

In a field at the edge of the town, just where city and country begin to have a bowing acquaintance, the college boys were at football practice. Their scarlet sweaters made gay patches of color against the dull gray-brown of the autumn grass. "Seven-eighteen-two-four!" called a voice. There followed a scuffle, a creaking of leather on leather, a thud.

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