clear, steady voice, the quarter-back shouted the signals. A quick series of movements and over they went. The score at the end of the third quarter was 6 to 0 in favor of the visitors, who had, however, failed to kick goal. The spectators went wild, some with enthusiasm, some with de- spair, but all with excitement. The local players saw nothing but Coach Rogers' red hair, which spoke with fiery eloquence the thought upon his mind, and which caused the players to enter the last quarter with new life-with a spirit of fight boiling within them. They outclassed the other team in every way. Two minutes remained to be played. It was now time for Bert to be hero. There was no doubt but what he would. He took the ball and ran. On, on he went, cutting his way through the air which was fully saturated with the shrillest shrieks and screams. All of a sudden the familiar sound of the "siren" pierced his ears. The ball dropped. He turned his head and all was forgotten but the green car beyond the fence. He saw "her" waving a banner above her head and was then brought to his senses by the "bang" of a gun, which announced his defeat. RUTH SCOWCROFT '21