A Columbia back named Wright seized a New York Athletic Club forward named Coyle, held him under water for two minutes. When he came up, purple, fishy-eyed and gasping, Coyle lifted the soft white ball to which he had been clinging, banged it against the goal, allowed himself to be hoisted out of the pool.
That last week was the high point of the game that decided the U. S. Championship in the world's roughest sport, the moment that made the gallery of 700 on the balcony of the N. Y. A. C.'s elaborate...
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