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|There was the crash of an Army back against the Navy|
|line, and just a little weakening. There was another|
|impact of a cadet against a wall that was almost but|
|not quite solid. There remained about two or three |
|yards to go. |
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|Ollie was hurled in. He took the ball, sought coolly|
|for the weakest spot he might find in a line that |
|was almost impregnable at the moment, and then, |
|instantly finding what he wanted, twisted his way |
|backward through left tackle and fell across the |
|chalk mark for a touchdown. |
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|The way the rest of the Army boys sank their fists |
|into Ollie's broad back when he got up, you'd have |
|thought he'd be in no shape for any other position |
|than lying flat upon a stretcher. But he came calmly|
|away from the tumult of congratulation, and as soon |
|as he could kick the mud from between his |
|shoe-cleats he booted the ball over the cross-bar |
|for a goal. |
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|Throughout the rest of that period, and throughout |
|all the next, we may skip Ollie. All he did was run |
|around ends for distances varying from five to |
|twenty yards, and plunge through the Annapolis line |
|with from two to four men attached to his neck, |
|arms, legs and back, and tear up, despite these |
|handicaps, more earth than one of those tractor |
|ploughs the Flivver Man is going to put on the |
|market after he settles the European war. |
| |
|Jump to the third session of the game. This was |
|scarcely under way before a long forward pass from |
|the Navy was grabbed on the Annapolis 45-yard line |
|by McEwen, the agile West Point center. He ran it |
|back twenty-five yards and when the ball finally |
|came to rest on the muddy field with half a dozen |
|Middies piled atop of Mac, it reposed just back of |
|the Navy goal-line. |
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|Gray dominated throug