Jack Winters’ Gridiron Chums

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A shrill whistle sounded over the field where almost two dozen sturdily built boys in their middle ‘teens, clad in an astonishing array of old and new football togs, had been struggling furiously. Instantly the commotion ceased as if by magic at this intimation from the coach, who also acted in practice as referee and umpire combined, that the ball was to be considered dead. Some of those who helped to make the pack seemed a bit slow about relieving the one underneath of their weight, for a half-muffled voice oozed out of the disintegrating mass: Get off my back, some of you fellows, won’t you? What d'ye take me for-a land tortoise? Laughing and joking, the remaining ingredients of the pyramid continued to divorce themselves from the heap that at one time had appeared to consist principally of innumerable arms and legs.