. The Saturday evening post. f the systemgone. Thats what we did way back nearlytwenty years ago against Harvard. Everyman who faced us had to show us, person-ally. Every man of us was not fighting aposition; wewere fighting another werent even fighting Harvard, notconcretely. No, sir. We were fighting in-dividual men. Do you get it? Man toman! Eye to eye! And we broke thatHarvard machine to pieces bit by bit untilwe had our will. Who do you play dayafter to-morrow? Princeton. No, you dont. You are going to playeleven men who happen to representPrinceton. Eleven men. Man to to e
. The Saturday evening post. f the systemgone. Thats what we did way back nearlytwenty years ago against Harvard. Everyman who faced us had to show us, person-ally. Every man of us was not fighting aposition; wewere fighting another werent even fighting Harvard, notconcretely. No, sir. We were fighting in-dividual men. Do you get it? Man toman! Eye to eye! And we broke thatHarvard machine to pieces bit by bit untilwe had our will. Who do you play dayafter to-morrow? Princeton. No, you dont. You are going to playeleven men who happen to representPrinceton. Eleven men. Man to to eye. They quit or you quit-personally. Starbuck was conscious of the gray eyesof Cullen, the end, fixed upon him steadily,unblinking. He straightened up, laughing, acurious thrill quivering down his spine. System! We bend to it. We play let it rule us. When you get out intobusiness youll find Suddenly he stopped. His hands clashedtogether. He swung round upon the coach.(Continued on Page 45) THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 43.
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