cutting down men from behind who were out of the play. He checked their advance by penalizing them twenty yards for holding after a Tate guard had nearly pulled Trask's arm out of its socket.
But the Union State advance was inexorably resumed. The Tate linemen responded to Trask's slaps on the backs and entreaties. They sweated, tugged, dived into the play, grabbed and accepted the terrible battering they got without a murmur. The opposition was simply too much for them. Only the heroic work of the "Big Four," supporting them, saved Tate from a rout.
At their own fifteen yard line, Tate put on a last stand and held the Blue for three downs, to the wild delight of the home rooters. But a new menace loomed immediately. Swanson, Union State's right tackle and the year's best drop kicker, fell back for a try at goal. It looked to be an easy kick for this expert. Only twenty-five yards to the goal posts!
"Block that kick! Block that kick!" shrilled the entreaty from the Tate stands.
The ball was passed. A surge of bodies. Straight and true came the pigskin to big Swanson, who dropped it to the ground and booted it cleanly. Cavendish and the rest of the Tate bench held their breaths. The ball sailed close to the left goal post. But the
