Evening Star Newspaper, December 9, 1935, Page 26

INSTALLMENT XXVIL N TUESDAY Chuck received 2 special delivery from Nancy. She told him her father was on his way home from Europe and would be at the Sanford game with her. “Please win this time, Chuck. It will make us all so glad.” She mentioned that the metropolitan papers of Sunday last sald the most dreadful things about him. ‘They say you lost your nerve on Jarwick’s high kick and didn’t make half an attempt to catch it. Instead you let 1t bounce off your head and gave Coke & chance to score, which it did. ‘What does that cocky young Colburn quar- terback think he is a well-known columnist remarked, sarcastically.” Nancy’s letter went on: “‘A soccer player or a juggler” Honestly, Chuck, I think it's cruel the things they're saying about you. Only that father is going to see the Sanford game I would suggest that you leave the team rather than stand such abuse. Oh, | Chuck, dear, why didn’t you catch | that ball that time? I do wish you had.” At the end of the letter was a post- script. “I am inclosing one of the clippings from the city papers, just to show you what horrible things they | are saying about you.” | Chuck picked up the clipping and unfolded it. ran the caption. “Cold feet on part of Crimson pilot leads to defeat.” | Chuck’s face flushed red. It made him seethe with anger. After all, foot ball was a.sport, not a professional spectacle inviting malicious and vitu- | perative criticism from sport writers, he thought. Where did the man get his colossal nerve? He read on bit- terly. “Colburn’s glorious chances for an undefeated foot ball season and the mythical Eastern gridiron champion- ship were kicked into the proverbial cocked hat yesterday when Chuck Arnold, sensational pilot of a week ago, turned out to be a mere flash in haughtily at the clerk and walked away. “Just another cracked dame or frost-bitten co-ed,” said the clerk to his friends when Nancy had passed out of ear-shot. “Maybe she’s Arnold’s sister,” sug- gested one of the men at the counter, a broad grin on his face. “She heard you, you know.” - “That’s a thought, too, isn’t it? I ought to keep my opinions to my- self. Guess I will hereafter.” Nancy and her father strolled down to the stadium about three-quarters of an hour before game time. Bailey Oval was festooned with flags and pen- nants, just as it had been on every other home-coming day for several decades. ' Once again the Colburn stu- dents paraded arounc the field, shout- ing and cheering in unison. In the dressing room the players were slipping into their uniforms. Spike was working like a Trojan try- ing to rub out lame muscles and an- noying charliehorses. The players were nervous and a trifie more taut than usual. Today’s game meant a successful or an unsuccessful season. Everything depende. on the Sanford game always. Chuck puled his Crimson jersey over his shoulder pads and laced his shoes tightly. He sat down on the “Colburn Bows to cOke_»‘floor of the locker room and started to whistle a tune. “How we gonna go in there today, Chuck, old boy?" Blake asked him smilingly. “Better than ever, Jed, if I know anything about it.” “Well, Chuck, any time you sorta feel that you've just got to have two yards, or even more, just pinch me | hard in the back and send the ball through me. You know that play where you take the ball yourself? Well, I sort of like that ome. You know, you and me going through there 80 all earth can't stop us.” “I'll remember, Jed. The pinch on | the back will be the clew that I'm THE EVENING STAR, -WASHINGTON, THE HECH F Street at Seventh D. €; MONDAY, -DECEMBER -8, 1935. 1 Gl NATIONAL 5100 If it's a Man's Robe You're Looking for, Visit Our “Robes Gallery” A Picture Replete with GOOD GIFTS! Every single one of the 2,000 inmates of “Robes Gallery” looks as if it’s just been pardoned from Fifth Avenue ... We'll parole them in your custody if you cam give them a good home with a good man . + + make, your application now. the pan by misjudging & punt which | g",{gg‘hht;"‘l,{sh behind you myselt.” struck him on the head and put Coke | in a position to score the winning 5 They shook hands . . . a tacit un- touchdown. “Later on, as though to add insult to | injury, the Colburn pilot tried to cover himself with individual glory at | the expense of the team by Kicking | two field goals when it was obvious | that a touchdown was needed for a | tie.” Chuck threw down the cliping in disgust. “What's the trouble, Chuck, what’s eatin’ you?” asked Sam. “Oh, some of these sporis writers who don't know a thing about foot ball ought to keep their mouths shut.” Campus opinion, press notices and hearsay informatior as relayed to Chuck by Sam, convince. Chuck that maybe, after all, e was responsible, solely and entirely, for the defeat by Coke. It rankled him to think about it. All he hoped for was another crack at leading the varsity. He made up his mind he'd never turn his eyes ¢ the game again for any one. No, sir, Nancy could land in the stands in a parachute and she wouldn't at- tract his attention. In the only scrimmage of the week, which was held on Thursday after- noon, Chuck played with a furious abandon. He blocked the varsity players as though it were a matter of life and death. He passed bullet heaves with a precision that brought a hopeful smile to the face of Coach Bertwell and made the players of both the regular and second teams | open their eyes. Friday afternoon was spent in going over the plays of the Sanford eleven. ‘The scouts, having worked on Sanford every Saturday, were in a position to outline every detail of every play. Bertwell had several of the scouts on hand to point out to the tegm the little subtleties that distinguish one play from another even while it is in its inception. Stevens was in at varsity quarter- back for all but 10 minutes of the session. Then Bertwell called Chuck to s>p in the place vacated by Ste- vens. Arnold watched carefully every | play put on by the fourth team, the outfit which always learned the op- posing team’s formaticns. He watched ! especially the long passes and the | quick kicks, for they were most dan- gerous so far as he was concerned. ‘The morning of the game was bright and clear, with a late autumnal chill in the air. The team remained at the feld house 50 as to be away from the fawning alumni returning for the home-coming celebrations and the Sanford game. Nancy and her father errived in their car just before lunch. When they entered the hotel Nancy left her father for a minute and . walked over to the cigar stand to - purchase a paper. The young man behind the counter, evidently a stu- dent working his way through college, was talking to two young alumni whom he seemed to know. “Yeah,” erstanding between them. The assistant manager opened the dressing room door and yelled in a voice all could hear: “You're due up- stairs in the skull practice room in five minutes!” The players got to their feet and walked up the stairs to the room where they always met for final in- structions just before the start of a game. When they had seated themselves in the class room, for it was nothing less, Coach Bertwell walked in briskly, his hands full of papers. “In 10 min- | utes you fellows are going otit there to play the game of games. You're going out there confident of victory, confi- dent of being able to outgame, oute fight, outplay and outcharge this San- ford club. You can do it. I know | you can do it. And you will do it.” | Bertwell looked through the papers | he was holding in his hands. “There’s |a few things I want to remind you | about before you go out there. . . . | First, play heads-up foot ball. Keep in the game every second.” Chuck blushed the color of his jer- sey. He felt that Bertwell meant him and was referring to the punt in the | fatal game with Coke. | “Watch for fumbles. Possession of | the ball on a fumble by an opponent | is equal to a sustained advance of 40 | yards. Don’t talk to your opponents. That’s bad foot ball, poor sportsman= ship. And it takes your mind off your | assignments. Keep digging! . . . dig- | ging! . . . digging! . . . at all times. « .. That's all. Now go get 'em!” The squad started to go out. “Just one more thing!” yelled Bertwell. “The starting team will be the same as it was when we finished our scrim- mage Thursday afternoon, except that Stevens will be at quarterback.” Chuck’s heart dropped. He had hoped he would get the call. He felt that, even in spite of the Coke game, "he had shown enough foot ball to be intrusted with the team in the San- | ford game. He wondered what Nancy would think, sitting in the stands there with her father and seeing Stevens in the pilot position. She would be heart- broken, he was sure. Chuck shuffied his way into the group of second-string players, who were walking along behind the regu- lars. He was pulling on his head guard when he felt a -hand on his shoulder. He thought it must be Tubby or Blake. He looked around. It was Bertwell. “Sorry, Arnold,” he said gravely, “but 4t just isn’t in the cards that you should start today. You played well enough against Coke, even with that muffed punt, so don’t lose your confidence. Sit beside me on the bench when you finish running the second . team through signals and I'll talk to you then. You may get in very he said, “I think our chances of win- | S00D.” nirg are about fifty-fifty, provided | “Thanks, Coach. I don’t mind.” Bertwell has enough sense to keep |And he hurried along to run the sec- that guy Arnold out of the game. fizzled the works royally last week against Coke. Stevens has it all over him for running the team. 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