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Pape Six HILLSBORO ARC'S, Season’s End ! (By Ed O'Meara) li he had to use dynamite But l’at Mullen wasn’t using dmary dynamite He was using his hands and his feet and Ins heart and his head He was using all that he knew and all he could give. And it worked He was plowing "Smack!" The sound was audible through the first-string line, sub over half the field as he rammed marining a pair of all-star linemen, through the line and battered the out-maneuvering a 200-|»ound cen- ball carrier to the ground with one mighty lunge The halfback picked back. He in on himself up slowly and walked back pulling, diving, sweating. driving. to his position, looking meanwhile blocking, clutching. And on the at the stocky figure of Mullen, fifth sidelines Sam Leary looked on with string guard and perennial cannon- d air as his varsity lads fodder for varsity scrimmage. were flung back on nearly every Mullen resumed his post on the play by a scrub team that played defensive line. His teeth were clenched, his jaw set. and his eyes maddened guard None of the plays gleamed defiance. Three long years worked, lane plunges smothered at of taking it! Taking it was all Mul len knew to stand out there night the ball was well-snapped. End runs after night through three fall sea smashed up in back of the tackles. sons. watching varsity men run at Pat Mullen was breathing hard him. around him. over his line, per His breath came in gasps and tears fecting their plays w hile he and the streamed down his dirt-caked face rest of the suckers on the “super- as he bent over, waiting for the varsity" provided dummies for next play Blood dried .-tiff on his , scrimmage. mouth w here it had run from a split । it had been— lip. Every bone m his body ached as he stood there, a little Gibraltar, and not once had Leary noticed him. Not once had he been given a unmoving. unrelenting and .-till chance. "Smiling Sam" Leary, the mad Again pushing, driving, claw newspaper men called him pro ing. he hammered his way to the ducer of Leighton U's mighty Ti center of the play, clutching legs gers. annual conference title con and dragging the fullback to the tenders. But Leary never noticed ground. He d show them! Damn Pat He seemd to notice everyone Leary and Earlman and the other else, but the only time Mullen's coaches! Damn football! Damn] Damn everything! He name was mentioned was when the Leighton! coach lined up the scrubs at scrim dug his cleats into the clawed-up j practice field, clutched at one of mage sessions. Night after night Pat Mullen had the few remaining tufts of grass, whaled away at football, swearing, and glowered at t h <• bewildered slopping through rain, sweating, varsity line His sweat-soaked jer shivering through scrimmages in sey clung to his heaving sides. Lit cold wind—giving all he had in tle wisps of steam rose into the every practice Through his sopho chill autumn air from the pack of more year, through his junior year, perspiring players. Sam Leary drew away from the and now through his senior year. To Pat it was a case of never being group of newspaper men on the given a chance—never being allow sidelines. "Hey Pudge." he called ed to show his stuff in a regular His famous smile had returned as game—even in what the sports he looked at the scrimmaging play- You could say that Pat Mullen Was mud Madder than seven blue devils His eyes blazed as he jam med the football helmet down over his head and crouched to wait for the first play. writers called "breathers" Three long years had been enough for Mullen—hoping against hope, striving to make Smiling Sam Leary see he had something—as much and maybe more than Kovitz or Shawn and the rest of the guards Wednesday night now . . . the last scrimmage before the homecoming game—last of the year. It was the end of Pat's career as an all-time scrub. But something in side him had snapped. He was mad — mad at everyone and everything It wouldn't be half so bad. he re flected bitterly as he crouched on the line if the "old man" weren't coming down for the game. More than a quarter of a century before "Big Tim" Mullen had been the Tiger's star, and all-stater and Leighton U. captain. Here was his son. 180 pounds of willing muscle, trying his best but unable to carry on the Mullen name in varsity his- tory—unable to win coveted Leighton "L.' Pat ground his teeth in rage. Give it to ’em! He'd pull Pudge Earlman. line coach, came trotting up to him. "Notice anything about those players?" Earlman pushed his cap back on his head. 'Well, if you ask me. the scrubs are madder than blazes to day. And that Mullen kid is play ing his fool head off." ' Yeah." said Leary slowly. T just noticed the kid in on most of those plays. What's got into him?" "His last chance. Sam." said Earl man ‘He's one of the seniors." "Hmm." Leary bit his lip for a moment. "He's as good a guard as Kov itz." the assistant volunteered. "Or even Marty SAawn I've been tell- ing you that for lord knows how long.” "Tell you what.” Leary s "That little madman has just earned himself a job on the starting team Saturday." "Great stuff." Earlman began en thusiastically. He looked up at the player- Scrimmage had stopped. A Thursday, September 1. J'i ;s HILLSBORO, OREGON man was being helped from the field Big .Inn Kiley, the end coach had been acting as referee, running towards them, his whistle still in his hand It's a damn shame." breathed Kiley What's w l ong ’ barked It Pat Mullen." d Kiley The poor devil just broke ankle " JNSTIIl II S llt \l I l< UHIN I Inde]H'ndvnce IS tiie mosl m en Ill (»Kroll Iho fu t The Independence Enterpi i e ie ports thut the city cuuncil hus m of it’ll 185 8114 Kullini-., avi strueted the chlef of polle, to piit .i hait to speixlmg .Hong Momnouth tux on this gallonage amount, and Muin stieel . .» pnutice de- $ii 324.293 20. 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