"'That's me through the right end,' he said.
"'Not on your life, old man,' said I, 'that's you and me to the side lines!'
"I remember one fall," says Johnny, "when we were very shy on big material at Yale. The coaches told me to take a walk about the campus and hunt up some big fellows who might possibly come out for football. While going along the Commons at noon, the first fellow I met was a big, fine looking man, a 210 pounder at least, with big, broad shoulders. I stopped him and asked if he had ever played football.
"'Yes,' he said, 'I played a little at school. I'll come out next week.' I told him not to bother about next week, but to come out that afternoon—that I'd meet him at the gym' at one o'clock and have some clothes for him. He came at one o'clock and I told one of the rubbers to have some clothes ready. When I came back at 1:30 and looked around I couldn't recognize him. 'Where in the world is my big fellow?' I said to Jim the rubber.
"'Your big fellow? Why, he just passed you,' said Jim.
"'No,' said I, 'that can't be the man; that must be some consumptive.'
"'Just the same, that's your big fellow in his football suit,' said Jim. 'The biggest part of him is hanging up in there on a nail.'
"Some tailors, these fellows have nowadays."
Johnny Mack further tells of an amusing incident in Foster Sanford's coaching.