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Linden Lake High School
Linden Lake, Houghton County, Michigan
"The Blue and Gold"
1917 Yearbook

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The Blue and Gold - 1917 yearbook cover for Linden Lake High School
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THE BLUE AND GOLD, '17. 17 The Little Field-Marshall GEORGE WIESENAUER Every one was on tip-toe and the hundreds of spectators were dead silent. Would the referee ever blow that whistle? Stretching in a long line across the field, ready to kick off, were the valiant eleven that had come to defend the honor of Stanford High at Berkeley. Opposite were the Berkeley fellows spread out ready to receive. A nervousness, unhidden and unmistakable was in the air. Each player showed various symptoms of eagerness. At the point of the big V stood Patterson, the main-stay of Berkeley's eleven.anxiousl-- biting his lips and eyeing up his opponent. Here were Dunstan and Johnson, both of whom had played through all the former games. Their duty in nrotecting Patterson was well done. Bartlet and Richards were also in their regular positions, as eager and keen as ever. Open play had made Williams and Hazelton almost as important as members of the back field. Dozens of pairs of eyes were turned on Marshall. Why shouldn't they. Hadn't he been a hard worker always? His size alone was enough to attract attention. He was supported by the two halves, Clinton and Gardner, both of whom were greatly responsible for the victories of the team in past games. Many a nerson smiled and made a comment to his or her neighbor as Berkeley's little field-marshall was pointed out. True it was that lie filled Bill Everett's place. but little "Buddy" Lynn didn't care. He was or heard little of the spectator for Standford's team was all that interested him. Every, eye was on the referee who, whistle in mouth, watched for a sign from each captain. Un shot the hand of Marshall followed by that of Penberton's. A deep breath filled the referee's chest and the fellows' hearts pounded like steam engines. Quick as a flash the ball was in the air and speeding toward the right hand corner of the field. Before anyone was aware Clinton was shooting down the field, dodging. escaping, always hugging the ball, but was brought up with a jolt and found himself lying with a Stanford fellow on top of him ; but Buddy was calling signals. "Four-nine-six, Marshall through the line." Away went the team. Another short plunge and another tumble. "Twenty-six, eight, two Gardner around end." Fifteen yards gain brought another mixup, and now came a criss-cross. Clinton made off for an eight yard gain. This time a line plunge was tried, but it failed. Buddy saw they might not make their second ten yards, but worked the team for speed. A short forward pass was grasped by an opponent, who made off with speed astonishing all players. The stands went mad with shouts and clamors. Would lie get loose? Would he make it? Dunstan missed him ; his pace quickened. One more to pass and he would be free. Hazelton was crossing the field at breakneck speed. Would lie get him? Faster and faster went both. Closer and closer drew Hazelton. Finally he leaped and both lads went down with a crash. All the stands shook as the hundreds yelled and waved banners, hats and colors, and stamped. Each student group yelled together, lead by the school's yellmasters. On to the field trotted the two teams while the yelling increased, both schools endeavoring to encourage it's team. It was Stanford's ball in the center of the field. They worked like tigers and steadily they forced their way upon Berkeley. Buddy was keeping his eyes open and doing his best to encourage his mates at the same time. Stanford came to within five yards of Berkeley's goal and fumbled. With speed and pep. Buddy's team worked now. They must go up the field no matter how hard they work. Marshall plunged with grit and was ready for anything. Clinton and Gardner had never worked as hard before. Beyond their forty yard line they went. Third down and eight to go; and at last the well known, but not yet used 8-6-8-r. Planned by Buddy it certainly was a worth-while play. It has taken the little quarter weeks to get the coach to let the team use it. Billings thought it a foolish play but had quite a lot of confidence in Buddy. Patterson snanned the ball and Buddy got it, handed it to Gardner. who shot around toward the right end with Clinton and Marshall as interference. At the end had gone Williams, who unseen carried it back to Buddy in position to pass. Would it work? Would they get a touch down and win the championship? The crowds bellowed. Most of the team shifted to the right. Would Stanford's back field
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