Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 November 1941 — Page 17

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GEORGE LANDERS looked up from his hospital bed and saw Péte Laird in the doorway. “Get out of here!” he growled.

“Even a criminal gets that break.” “Make it quick.” Landers didn’t even look ‘at him. : “I've got an idea,” said Laird, “an jdea how -ve can beat Notre Dame Saturdpy.” #Yesh,” sneered Landers. “Send Stephanie to South Bend!” “Forget her,” said Pete evenly.

“you mean—" Landers bolted upright in bed. “What's your idea, Pete?” 1 Twenty minutes later Laird got up from the bedside. “Well, George,” he said anxiously, “what say? Will you back me up?” “All - the way, son.” ' Landers grinned and Laird felt a thrill. Dinty Dugan sprang a bombshell Monday. After running over movies

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before the squad. “There’ll be aj. |

changé in the lineup Saturday,” he annouticed. “Sheridan will start at tailback.” ; Several squad members looked at Laird and snickered. “And,” continued Dugan, “Pete Laird will be at quarterback.”

‘Pete Laird learned to be a fall|

guy that week. His body and shoulders pained him, and his head was filled with new assignments and plays. Pat Lester spent hours with him every afternoon and at night ‘Pete would drag himself to the hospital for a session with George Landers. ) ’ ” » 2 THEY CHARTED plays, talked strategy, tapped Landers’ vast store of knowledge. Anne opened the door one night znd fount pate sg ministering a y oC on e bed post and George sitting up in

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bed yelling: “That's it, Pete! Ride ted out on 62, else you're all jammed up!” ; Saturday came—brisk and clear. Despite a week’s cramming, Laird, felt leery... As he dressed in the locker room Dugan came over and; rested his hand on Laird’s shoulder. . “Pete,” he said, “you’ye done a marvelous job. I know your head's full of plays, but I want you to help Billy eridan all you car out there ay. Keep on feedir him advice. He can use it.” | “You bet,” Laif nodded. I ’ ured on doing that.” They trotted out. on the 1

It felt strange yelling. signals .they ran ugh plays. “O two — three — hike,” “one —

three—hike.” | = ; State |» Teosiy received She kickofr, Si: idan it on -vera line and moving up the sideline behind Pete. Anderson and Wonsocki sent two wouldsbe tacklers

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vicious shoulder block right above the knees. e felt a jar, his face banged e turf, but when he looked up, Sheridan had moved 15 yards more [for a nice runback. ’ 8 ” G, Bill,” he whisuddle, ; out a play, almost and moved in the slot; but remembered in

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shoulders. Sheridan plunged by for six yards. = 3 Then -he called a spinner and

Laird smiled * happily. Another m the 3-yard line, disaster hit. 4 drive off tackle, Sheridan

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_J it across. Heroic Joey An-.-2n, a pillar of strength for State | day, blocked the attempted conorsion. : ; Into the fourth quarter they battled, and with the minutes waning Pete knew it was time to strike if

they were to win. In the huddle]

he whispered to Sheridan. “Bill, that end is slashing again. I think we can run around him. ' All right -move fast.” : He called a wide sweep, the end dove and missed. Joe Anderson pulled out from his guard position and cut down the line-backer ang Sheridan followed Laird into the secondary. Only two men could reach them and Pete saw them cutting across the field to position themselves. Pete charged low into the. first defender and sent him sprawling backward toward his teammate. The second Irish back saw what was coming and tried desperately to get out of the way without losing position, Buti he couldn’t do it. He tripped heavily over Pete’s head and neck and Sheridan raced by into the clear. PS as The crowd was insane. No one noticed 4wo Notre Dame men rise gloomily to their feet, nor did anyone ‘see a State man lying unconscious on the ground. While the cry was’ “Sheridan!” “Sheridan!” Pete Laird went off the field on a stretcher, : ras * Joey Anderson, cool as an iceberg, stepped into the huddle." “This kick’s for George,” he said—and then, ‘looking up, “and ‘for Pete, t00.”. He split the uprights—State

led 7 to 6. The gun-barked two min-

the hospital. Anne Humphreys stood beside him. : “Pete.” It was Anne -whispering. “Pete, darling ... .” ny “It's you, Anhe.” He rubbed his eyes in surprise. “What are you— I mean why?” ..." . “How are you feeling, darling?” “Not bad.” He managed a faint smile, “Little diZzy, that’s all. Who won?” 3

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“Not me.” He shook his head. “Sheridan was the boy. Great kid” “Pete. ...” she rested her head on his chest. “Darling, you're you again, ‘You're real and—-I'm proud of you.” “Buf, Anne,” he was bewildered.

you—and George?” ; % “What about him?” Landers bellowed it as he pushed his head through the curtain. “How can I compete with a ‘guy who blocks

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