had chosen the opposing tackle as his prey, had swung him out and broken through somehow between him and guard.  A half-back had thrown himself in his way, but Clint had staggered over or past him and leaped desperately into the path of the ascending ball.  He had felt the resounding smack of it under his chin and, recovering from the force of the impact, had, even as he found his feet again, seen it bound away past the frantic kicker, seen that youth go down under the sturdy Holt, and had started instantly in pursuit.  Behind him thudded friend and foe, from one side darted the Cherry Valley quarter-back.  The ball was wobbling left and right a dozen yards away.  Clint strove to put himself in the way of the quarter, but that player, with a burst of speed, ran free and dived for the ball.  Clint toppled on top of the quarter.  And then, just how he never knew, he had the ball snuggled under his chest, the quarter ineffectually seeking a hold on it!

“Brimfield’s ball!” announced the referee, heeling.  “First down right here!”

That was Cherry Valley’s last threat.  Later, in the fourth quarter, she reached the Maroon-and-Grey’s twenty-seven yards but was forced to punt after two attempted forward passes had failed.  Brimfield secured two more touchdowns, one in each period, and twice failed at field-goals, Rollins’s drop-kicking proving far from first-class.  Freer took the ball over for the first score in the second half, and Marvin, who replaced Carmine toward the end of the last period, squirmed through from the four yards for the second.  Freer failed to convert his touchdown into a goal, but Marvin very neatly added a point to his, and the final score read Brimfield, 26; Cherry Valley, 0; which was a more satisfactory result than last year’s.

The school showed a strong disposition to lionize Clint for his blocking of Cherry Valley’s drop-kick, and when he entered the dining hall that evening he received more applause than, any of the other players.  It was his first experience of being clapped to his seat and he found himself heartily wishing that the ’varsity training-tables had been located nearer the door!

The football mass-meeting that night was enthusiastic to a degree, and even the news that Claflin had beaten Larchville that afternoon 11 to failed to dampen the fervour of the songs and cheers that rang through the hall.  It was recalled that a year ago Larchville, who had then held the same position on Claflin’s schedule, had defeated the latter 12 to 6, and that subsequently the best Brimfield had been able to do with Claflin was 6 to 0.  Consequently it would seem that Claflin was stronger this year than last.  Unfortunately, however, Brimfield had not played Larchville this season, owing to the fact that Larchville, having beaten Brimfield 17 to 3 last year, had insisted that the next meeting should be at Larchville, an arrangement Brimfield had not been willing to consent to.  For this reason it was not possible to compare the strength of Brimfield and Claflin with any certainty.  Andy Miller, who was prevailed on to address the mass-meeting, declared it to be his conviction that Claflin had a slightly stronger team than she had had last Fall.