"Jim Grover; and Toll is right end, Cottrell, quarter, Lanny and Rob Hansard, halves, and Felker, fullback. I guess that's about the way we'll line up in the Springdale game, barring accidents; only, of course, Way will get in, and Morris Brent." Gordon leaned forward and spoke along the bench. "Aren't you going to play, Morris?"
Morris shrugged the shoulders under the purple sweater he wore. "I don't know," he answered. "Maybe in the last quarter."
Gordon nodded. "Hope so," he said. And then, to Fudge: "Lanny's not taking any chances with Morris, is he? There's the whistle!"
Lanny got the kick-off and, unaided by interference, raced back nearly twenty yards before he was stopped. Clearfield set to work with the few plays she had ready, simple attacks from a tandem formation in which the runner relied more on speed and force than deception. Two first downs were gained and then a fumble necessitated a punt, and Felker, who was called on, booted the ball almost straight into the air and Clearfield not only lost possession of the pigskin but some eight yards besides.
Highland started in with a will. She used a wide
