hind Mershon, the big center! Harold could feel the thrill of it. If only he could be a' member of the "Big Four"!
But the nearest he got to the fray was to share the handle of the water bucket with Hughie Mulligan and rush out upon the field when a Tate man was temporarily knocked out. They would souse the fallen gladiator with the big water-sopped sponge. Harold would feel very mysterious and important as the referee edged over toward him, eavesdropping lest he slip information from Cavendish to the Tate players. And once in a while he would venture to slap a perspiring back and whisper a word of encouragement.
Not that the encouragement was very much needed. Carver proved light and poorly coached. Once the "Big Four" swung into action, the issue was never in doubt. Though Mike Cavendish did his customary raving between the halves and called Velie and Post, the Tate ends, several names for allowing the fleet Carver left halfback, the only outstanding player on the visiting eleven, to make a gain or two around their territories, the Tate players were fairly well pleased with their showing. So, as a matter of fact, was Cavendish. The score at the end of the game was 22 to 0.
Having taken a shower and dressed after the game, Harold was on his way to Commons
