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 ankle was smashed. If it had only been a sprained ankle, as these evening papers say, why— At any rate, I was carried off the field. I am a Senior. There are no more games in my college course. That was the ending of my football career. I blubbered.

The rest of the minutes were over after a while.… Well, anyway, they didn't score again.

After it was all over, and the coaches began driving out, with the horns blowing and the flags waving and the thousands cheering, those of our team that could, walked over to the dressing-room, while past us rushed a mob of subs and coachers from the other college, carrying on their shoulders the other team, who looked happy—oh, but they looked happy!

I was carried off the field, too, but not on anybody's shoulders. A couple of rubbers carried me between them. I didn't look over toward the grand stand. I didn't care to.… Oh, well, it's all in a lifetime!

You probably don't know what it was like