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Morse--Jim Hogan--The Cornell Game of 1915 is Eddie Mahan's
Nightmare--Jack De Saulles' Nightmare.
XIX.--MEN WHO COACHED 349-382

No coaches in the Old Days--Personality Counts in Coaching--Football
is Fickle--Haughton at Harvard at the Psychological Moment--Old
Harvard Coaches--Al Sharpe--Glenn Warner--The Indians--Billy Bull
in the Game--Sanford, the Unique--Making of Chadwick--W. R.
Tichenor, Emergency Coach of the South--Auburn
Recollections--Listening to Yost--Reggie Brown--Jimmy
Knox--Harvard Scouts--Dartmouth Holds a Unique Position in College
Football--Ed Hall, the father of Dartmouth Football--Myron E. Witham,
Captain of the Dartmouth Team--Walter McCornack--Eddie Holt's
Coaching--Harry Kersburg's Harvard Coaching Recollections--Making
Two Star Players from the Football Discards--Vic Kennard and Rex
Ver Wiebe--John H. Rush--Tad Jones--T. N. Metcalf--Tom
Thorp--Bob Folwell--At Pennsylvania.
XX.--UMPIRE AND REFEREE 383-406
"Why Did He Give That Penalty?"--Emotions of an Official--John
Bell's Recollections as an Official--In the Old Days One Official
Handled the Entire Game--Dashiell's Reminiscences--Matthew
McClung--Conversation with John L. Sullivan--My Own Personal
Experiences--Evarts Wrenn at Work--Dan Hurley--Bill Crowell--Phil
Draper's Ideas--Wyllys Terry's Official Recollections--Explanation of
the Cowan Disqualification--Pa Corbin--Joe Pendleton--Refereeing
with Nate Tufts--Okeson.
XXI.--CRASH OF CONFLICT 407-433
The First Five Minutes of Play--A Good Start usually means a Good
Ending--Bracelet in the Game--Lueder and Blondy Wallace--"I've Got
You Buffaloed"--Tom Shevlin remarked: "Mike, This Isn't
Football--It's War"--Bemus Pierce: "Now Keep your Eyes Open and
Find out who it Was"--"If You Won't be Beat, You Can't be Beat," said
Johnny Poe--Rinehart Tells how he Tried to Get even with Sam
Boyle--Barkie Donald and Bemus Pierce--The Yale-Harvard Game at
Springfield '94--Result; No Game for Nine Years--Frank Hinkey and
Wrightington's Broken Collar-bone--Joe Beacham's Paragon--Sandy
Hunt--Bill Hollenback.

XXII.--LEST WE FORGET 434-460
Marshall Newell--Gordon Brown--James J. Hogan--Thomas J.
Shevlin--Francis H. Burr--Neil Snow--Billy Bannard--Harry
Hooper--Richard Harding Davis--McClung.
XXIII.--ALOHA 461-464
Hail and Farewell--The Old Game and the New
Compared--Exclusively Collegiate Sport--Isaac H. Bromley, Yale '53,
Sums up the Spirit of College Life and Sport!
[Illustration: THE OLD FIFTH AVENUE SEND-OFF]

FOOTBALL DAYS
CHAPTER I
PREP. SCHOOL DAYS
To every man there comes a moment that marks the turning point of his
career. For me it was a certain Saturday morning in the autumn of 1891.
As I look back upon it, across the years, I feel something of the same
thrill that stirred my boyish blood that day and opened a door through
which I looked into a new world.
I had just come to the city, a country boy, from my home in Lisle, N.
Y., to attend the Horace Mann School. As I walked across Madison
Square, I glanced toward the old Fifth Avenue Hotel, where my eyes
fell upon the scene depicted in the accompanying picture. Almost
before I was aware of it my curiosity led me to mingle with the crowd
surging in and out of the hotel, and I learned by questioning the
bystanders that it was the headquarters of the Yale team, which that
afternoon was to play Princeton at the Polo Grounds. The players were
about to leave the hotel for the field, and I hurried inside to catch a
glimpse of them.

The air was charged with enthusiasm, and I soon caught the
infection--although it was all new to me then--of the vital power of
college spirit which later so completely dominated my life. I recall with
vividness how I lingered and waited for something to happen. Men
were standing in groups, and all eyes were centered upon the heroes of
the team. Every one was talking football. Some of the names heard then
have never been forgotten by me. There was the giant Heffelfinger
whom every one seemed anxious to meet. I was told that he was the
crack Yale guard. I looked at him, and, then and there, I joined the hero
worshippers.
I also remember Lee McClung, the Yale captain, who seemed to realize
the responsibilities that rested upon his shoulders. There was an air of
restraint upon him. In later years he became Treasurer of the United
States and his signature was upon the country's currency. My most
vivid recollection of him will be, however, as he stood there that day in
the corridor of the famous old hotel, on the day of a great football
conflict with Princeton. Then Sanford was pointed out to me, the Yale
center-rush. I recall his eagerness to get out to the "bus" and to be on
his way to the field. When the starting signal was given by the captain,
Sanford's huge form was in the front rank of the crowd that poured out
upon the sidewalk.
The whole scene was intensely thrilling to me, and I did not leave until
the last player had entered the "bus" and it drove off. Crowds of Yale
men and spectators gave the players cheer after cheer as they rolled
away. The flags with which the "bus" was decorated waved in the
breeze, and I watched them with indescribable fascination until they
were out of