Carmine went in for Marvin, since, with the wind against her, Cherry Valley would not be likely to do much punting and Carmine’s backfield unsteadiness would not count.  He managed to get more speed into the Maroon-and-Grey and toward the end of the period two long punts, poorly returned, put her within scoring distance.  On the thirty yards Brimfield uncorked her real offence and Kendall and Harris and St. Clair hammered the line and skirted the ends and finally plugged through for a hard-earned touchdown.  The punt-out was missed and so Brimfield was not able to add a 1 to the 6.

Thirty seconds after the kick-off Carmine faked a forward pass and started around his own left end and, eluding most of the Cherry Valley team by some of the best dodging that had been seen that season, put the pigskin back on the Red’s twenty-four yards.  A forward pass, Harris to Edwards, gained eight, and Harris made it first down past left tackle.  Kendall worked the centre for three and Harris romped around the right for six more.  Carmine plunged through centre for the distance.  Harris went back as if to kick and the ball shot to St. Clair and that elusive youth fairly streaked across the field and, finding a hole, shot through and over the line for the second score.  This time Innes kicked the goal and the tally was 13-0.  There was no more scoring in that period, although Cherry Valley sent the spectators’ hearts into their throats by getting a back off away on a long run down the side of the field which, but for a splendid tackle by Kendall, would have resulted in a touchdown.  With the pigskin in Cherry Valley’s possession on the home team’s sixteen yards the half ended.

Mr. Detweiler and “Boots” scolded and threatened during half-time.  The team had played, declared the latter, like a lot of helpless idiots.  What was the matter with them?  Did they think they were there to loaf?  For two cents Mr. Boutelle would yank the whole silly bunch off the field and finish the game with the second team!  He would, by Ginger!

After that Mr. Detweiler more quietly pointed out some dozen or fifteen of the most glaring faults displayed and read a new line-up.  With the exception of Clint, Hall, Carmine and Tyler every fellow was new.  “And now,” said Mr. Detweiler, “let’s see what you can do this half.  Do something, anyway!  Stop loafing!  If you can’t play football, wave your arms and make a noise!”

Brimfield wisely chose to play a kicking game at the beginning of the third period, since, with the wind behind her, Freer’s high corkscrews were particularly effective.  Freer didn’t try for much distance with his punts.  What he did was to send them well into the air and let the wind do the rest.  The result was that the pigskin sailed down the field for anywhere from thirty-five to fifty yards and came down in the most unexpected places.  Cherry Valley very sensibly made no effort to run back punts, but signalled a fair-catch every time, which made it easier