rilliant defensive
work on her part, followed toward the end of the twelve minutes by some
equally good attacks. When the teams changed places Brimfield had the
pigskin on Southby's thirty-eight yards with four to go on third down. A
forward pass, Carmine to St. Clair, produced three of the required four
and Martin slipped through between left guard and tackle for the rest.
After that ten well-selected plays took the ball to the sixteen yards.
But there Southby rallied, and Steve Edwards, dropping back as if to
kick, tore off five more around the left end. A touchdown seemed
imminent now, and the hundred or so Brimfield rooters shouted and
cheered madly enough. But two plunges at the right of the Southby line
were stopped for scant gain and, with Martin back, a forward pass to
Holt missed that youth and fell plump into the hands of a Southby end,
and it was Southby's ball on her eight yards when the dust of battle
had cleared away.

That was Brimfield's last chance to score in that half and when the
whistle sounded Southby had the pigskin once more in her adversary's
territory.

So far the teams had proved evenly matched in all departments, with a
possible slight superiority in punting belonging to the visitors. St.
Clair and Martin divided the punting between them and together they
managed to outmatch the efforts of the Southby kicker. In the line both
teams were excellent on defence, and both showed similar weakness in
attack. In Tom Hall's place Pryme had worked hard and had, on the whole,
done all that was expected of him. But he wasn't Tom Hall, and no amount
of coaching would make him Tom's equal that Fall. Pryme lacked two
factors: weight and, more especially, experience. Southby had made some
good gains through him in the first half and would have made more had
not Peters and Sturges helped him valiantly. As to the backfields, a
disinterested spectator would have liked the Brimfield players a bit the
better, less perhaps for what they actually accomplished that day than
for what they promised. Even with Rollins out, the Maroon-and-Grey backs
showed a fine and consistent solidarity that was lacking in the
opponents. Coach Robey was a believer in team-play as opposed to the
exploitation of stars, while Southby, with a remarkable half-back in the
person of a blonde-haired youth named Elliston, had built her backfield
about one man. As a consequence, when Elliston was smothered, as was
frequently the case, since S