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 "
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