learn them. And you've got to admit he picked that ball up nicely. And there were no linesmen there to let him know the track was out of bounds."
"I'd sooner put 'Blind Pete' in the game than that fool Freshman," insisted sour Mike Cavendish.
As for Harold, under the shower in the locker room he felt like drowning himself. His only chance of the season, and he had muffed it!
The next afternoon Douglas College gave Tate the scare of their lives. Coming to the Stadium with a team heavily padded with "ringers" and determined to win by hook or crook, this small two-building college treated Mike Cavendish to one of the worst hours of his life. The Tate line was again weak. The backs were sluggish, Tichenor, at quarterback, failed to strike any spark in his ball-carriers. Only in the last quarter did the superior Tate coaching tell. Then Blythe and Trask went over for a touchdown apiece. The final score was Tate 13, Douglas 0. Velie, end, and Woolsey, tackle, came out of the game limping badly, to add to Mike's woes. With neither of the varsity guards able to even start the game, owing to injuries received in the Western game, this brought the Tate casualty list up to five. This included Crawford, who
