Last Saturday, with a tooth in the wind and a squint in the sky, saw the yellow moon of football ripening to the full.
"Red" Grange, in a new yellow head-guard that shone like the helmet of Navarre, ran out on a field at Philadelphia before 65,000 people who had decided that he was a myth. Before the game was five minutes old Grange had run 60 yards for a touchdown; before it was over he had scored two more and made a fourth possible. He carried the ball 36 times, gained 363...
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