STL All Sports

For Paul Fogarty it was the final game of his senior year, and his last chance to play in a Notre Dame game. For three long years Paul had ridden the bench, impatient and eager for his chance. Now the minutes were ticking away and Fogarty squirmed unhappily in his seat on the sidelines. Suddenly there was a tremendous pile-up on the field. The players rose slowly until all but one of them were back on their feet. Rockne sprang up, anxious and worried, and dashed out on the field to see what had happened to his stricken player. There was a moment's hasty discussion and the great coach came back to the bench, his eyes darting up and down the row of substitutes."Fogarty!" he barked.

Paul leaped to his feet. At last his chance to win a varsity letter had come! "Yes, coach!" he gasped, his heart leaping wildly in his chest.

"Get out there quick!" shouted Rockne. "O'Brien ripped his pants. Give him yours!"