If you've never chased an escaping fullback in one of those pioneer automobiles you've got something coming.
"At Good Old Siwash"
George Fitch
They were sitting around, Indian-like, in their blankets, and every three minutes their captain would go and ask Bost with perfect politeness whether he thought they had better continue the game there or move it on to the next town in time to catch his fullback as he came through.
"At Good Old Siwash"
George Fitch
He was the wonder fullback of those times, and at the end of three years there wasn't a college anywhere that didn't have Ole's hoofmarks all over its pride.
"At Good Old Siwash"
George Fitch