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One Thanksgiving afternoon some years ago, sleepy Jim Crowley, former Notre Dame ace and coach of Fordham's football team, sat huddled in misery on the sidelines, watching a New York University eleven make monkeys of his powerful Rams. The clever passing combination of Boell and Dunney was gaining great gobs of ground on a befuddled and bewildered Fordham defense. At last, Crowley lost patience with the situation. Inspecting his bench, his eyes lit on an eager and ambitious sophomore back.

"Heck," thought Crowley to himself, "this kid couldn't do worse against that pair than the guys in there." He called the green youngster to his side and gave him careful instructions.

"Now listen," he said, "I want you to get in there and do just one thing. Don't pay any attention to anything else. Just keep your eye on Dunney. Do you understand? Never mind where the ball is, or who's got it. You just keep your eye on Dunney. Now get out there!"

The sophomore nodded and leaped into the fray. As luck would have it, his presence on the field seemed to make no difference. The Boellto Dunney combination continued on its merry way and the Violets scored again. Crowley blew his top.

"Go in there!" he barked to his regular halfback. "And tell that kid to come out!"

When the sophomore returned to the bench, Crowley was there to greet him. "What do you think you were doing out there?" he demanded angrily. "Didn't I tell you to watch Dunney?"

"Oh, yes, sir," replied the green young kid, "and I did, every minute. Boy, is he a swell player!"