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Title: Interference and Other Football Stories

Author: Harold M. Sherman

Release Date: November 5, 2009 [EBook #29705]

Language: English

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INTERFERENCE

AND OTHER FOOTBALL STORIES

BY

HAROLD M. SHERMAN

THE GOLDSMITH PUBLISHING COMPANY

CHICAGO

COPYRIGHT 1932 by

HAROLD M. SHERMAN

Made in U. S. A.

CONTENTS

Interference
A Case of Nerves
The Bright Token
"Butter Fingers"
For the Glory of the Coach

INTERFERENCE

"Can I see you a minute, Coach?"

"Yes, Mack. Come in."

Mack Carver, substitute back on Grinnell University's varsity squad,
stepped across the threshold of Coach Edward's office. He carried his
one hundred and eighty-seven pounds easily and with an athletic
swagger. But he scowled as he entered, indicating that his call was
about an unpleasant matter.

"Well, boy--what's on your mind?" smiled the Coach, straightening up
from a mass of papers which contained diagrams of the plays Grinnell
was to use in her season's big game against Pomeroy, now less than a
week away.

"Plenty!" was Mack's bluntly grim answer. He stood now, facing his
coach, across the desk.

Coach Edward's smile faded as he met Mack's challenging glance.

"I want to know why I've been kept so much of the time on the bench?"
the substitute back fired, point blank.

"Because," answered Coach Edward, evenly, "there were eleven better men
on the field. That's ordinarily the only reason any man's kept on the
bench."

"I don't believe it," retorted Mack, feelingly. "You've had it in for
me because my brother is coach at Pomeroy. That's the reason! And
you'd like to be coach at Pomeroy yourself!"

Coach Edward drew in his breath, sharply. "Perhaps I would!" he said.
"But that's a strict matter of business--nothing personal!"

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