Word: touchdowns
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Last week, rallying again in the last half of a game apparently lost beyond all hope. Harvard found itself on the way to tying Yale identically. The score, 14-to-0 at the beginning of the third quarter, had become 14-10-7 on Struck's touchdown and conversion. Now, with less than three minutes to play, it was 14-to-13, on a pass from Oakes to Ford. Struck dropped back to kick. The whistle blew, the ball was snapped and the crowd of 60,000 in the Yale Bowl held its breath...
Yale's right end and captain, Lawrence Morgan Kelley, makes a specialty of catching passes. Last week, in the second period, with the score 7-to-0 on Wilson's touchdown and Humphrey's conversion, he was deprived of one good chance to practice it when Yale's ace passer, Clint Frank, dropping back to throw, was tackled on Harvard's 35-yd. line. On the next play, Frank dropped back again and threw a long pass. Kelley raced down the field but caused the Yale stands to give an incredulous groan by just missing...
...Yale's second touchdown last week had been made by anyone else it would have been surprising. Since Kelley made it, it was nothing of the sort. Kelley performances in football are surprising only when they fail to be. Currently, Kelley is the most famed footballer of the year. This is extraordinary because linemen, even ends, are rarely well-known. The reason most linemen are obscure is that they seldom carry the ball, almost never get a chance to score. Kelley's touchdown against Harvard last week was his 13th in three years...
UNTIL, the bleak afternoon in Evanston when the referee moved the ball to Minnesota's one year line and a Northwestern touchdown, it was well known that Minnesota had been playing football since 1932 without a single defeat. Coach Bernie Bierman wore Knute Rockne's mantle; to Minneapolis citizens from bellboy up, the garment even seemed a bit snug...
...bounding back again with the second-half surge. My voice gone midway the third period, creaking come on, come on, come on, come on. An Eli somehow in the seat ahead of us. One blue feather in a sea of crimson. Pummelling the Eli when we got our second touchdown...