Small boys are rarely in evidence at football games. A few are always present, of course, sandwiched between a pair of bulky persons in coonskins, or throned in the cheering section, where they regard with intent, disdainful faces the puerile behavior of their older brothers. Most of them, however, attend these contests in spirit alone—which partly accounts for their devotion to football. Pigskin heroes can assume mythical proportions for eyes that have never beheld them. James Thorpe, the Indian, was a coppery comet, leaping in...
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