If Clint did not cover himself with glory, neither, for that matter, did Trow, Tyler or Crewe, all of whom played at some time during the game.  With Saunders laid off, the tackle positions were the weakest spots in the line.  With most of the line attacks “skin tackle” plays, as they were that year, the tackle positions should have been the strongest of all.  Only the fact that Southby was weak on offence saved Brimfield from a beating.  Blaisdell and Hall, and, later, Churchill and Gafferty were forced to aid the tackles to such an extent that they were used up very quickly.  Tyler made the best showing that day of any of the tackles, but even Tyler was by no means perfect.  On forward passes to the opposing end he utterly failed to get his man, and, since the same was true of Trow on the other end, Southby made some alarming midfield gains by that method, while it was Edwards who spoiled a touchdown for the visitors by intercepting a forward pass on his five-yard line in the third period.  Southby went down in defeat to the tune of 17-3.  As last year’s score had been Brimfield 39, Southby 7, there was little encouragement to be discovered, especially as the Southby team was no better than, if as good as, the former one.  On the whole, that Saturday’s contest was rather disappointing, and when the Sunday morning papers announced that Claflin had run rings around the strong Mendell Hall team, winning by a score of 41-6, Brimfield’s stock sank perceptibly.

There was a meeting of the coaches that Sunday evening at Mr. Robey’s room in the village.  Mr. Robey, Mr. Boutelle, Mr. Detweiler, Andy Miller and Jack Innes were present, and, although the school never learned what was said or done, it was felt that strenuous measures had been decided on.  On Monday there was no scrimmage and most of the fellows who had participated in Saturday’s game to any extent were sent two or three times around the track and then dismissed for the day.  The rest were put through a hard drill in fundamentals, the coaches looking glum and stern and determined.  Clint was not one of the fortunate exempts, but went through the hardest afternoon he ever had.  Of the tackles only Tyler was absent.  The rest of them were bullied and browbeaten and hustled for a solid hour and a half until Clint, for one, scarcely knew whether he was on his head or his heels.

It was rumoured around that afternoon that “S.O.S.” calls had been sent out in all directions and that the middle of the week would find an army of assistant coaches on hand.  The army failed to materialise, but by Tuesday four specialists had joined the array of coaching talent and there was an instructor for every position on the team.  The practice that afternoon was more grim and businesslike than ever before.  No one was admitted to that part of the field who was not either a member of the team or a coach.  There was thirty minutes of individual instruction, twenty minutes of signal work, and finally