“‘Just the same, that’s your big fellow in his football suit,’ said Jim.  ‘The biggest part of him is hanging up in there on a nail.’

“Some tailors, these fellows have nowadays.”

Johnny Mack further tells of an amusing incident in Foster Sanford’s coaching.

“At early practice in New Haven Sanford was working the linemen,” says Johnny.  “He picked a green, husky looking boy out of the line of candidates and was soon playing against him.  He didn’t know who Sandy was, and believe me, Sandy was handling him pretty rough to see what he was made of.  The first thing you know the fellow was talking to himself and, when Sandy was careless, suddenly shot over a stiff one on Sandy’s face and yelled: 

“’I’m going to have you know that no man’s going to push me around this field.’

“Sandy was happy as could be.  He patted the chap on the back and roared, ’Good stuff; you’re all right.  You’re the kind of a man I want.  We can use men like you!’

“But Foster Sanford was not the only old-timer who could take the young ones’ hard knocks,” says Johnny.  “I’ve seen Heffelfinger come back to Yale Field after being out of college twenty years and play with the scrubs for fifty-five minutes without a layoff!  I never saw a man with such endurance.

“Ted Coy was a big, good-natured fellow.  He was never known to take time out in a game in the four years he played football.  In his senior year he didn’t play until the West Point game.  While West Point was putting it all over us, Coy was on the side lines, frantically running up and down.  But we had strict instructions from the doctor not to play him, no matter what happened.

“Suddenly Coy said:  ’Johnny, let me in.  I’m not going to have my team licked by this crowd.’  And in he jumped.

“I saw him call Philbin up alongside of him and the first thing I knew I saw Philbin and Coy running up the field like a couple of deer.  In just three plays they took the ball from our own 5-yard line to a touchdown.  After that there was a different spirit in the team.  Coy was an inspiration to his players.”

“One more story,” says Johnny.

“There were two boys at New Haven.  Their first names were Jack, and both were substitutes on the scrub.  About the middle of the second half in the Harvard game, the coach told me to go and warm up Jack.  One of the Jacks jumped up, while the other Jack sank back on the bench with surprise and sorrow on his face.  Seeing that a mistake had been made, I said, ‘Not you, but you, Jack,’ and pointed to the other.  As the right Jack jumped up, the cloudy face turned to sunshine, as only a football player can imagine, and the sunny smile of the first Jack turned to deepest gloom, an affecting sight I shall never forget.”

“Huggins of Brown”

I know of no college trainer who seems to get more pleasure out of his work than Huggins of Brown.  There are numerous incidents that are recorded in this book that have been the experiences of this good-natured trainer.