Shortridge High School - Annual Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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W1 gl 'ai GGSPGRTSIYIAN HIP A A MODE 0 mg ll.-XT have we really done for the old college, suddenly H' he 'll broke out Doc Hughes, soberly, above the tinkle of his 7 at fy ' , mandolin. I I N i Aw, ditch the solemn stuff, sneered Bud liieiler, star forward on the basket ball team, can't you see we're jing to be happy Y ' Nope, l'm in earnest, continued Doc, slowly, have our three and a half years here? Something that counts, . ,QL I mean. Of course we go to the football and baseball and basket ball games, and cheer for the teams and such stull' as that -the mandolin stopped- but are we doing something for Mar- shall that costs us a sacrifice, something that hurts? Kietfer slowly rose to a sitting posture on the couch. What about me? Don't you think I'm doing something for the old college as you call it, playing basket-ball for three years '? No bad feelings now, Bud, returned the philosopher, but I think you play more for the love of the game than for the school. Don't get the idea that 1 think you would rather go to Manchester or Baker or any other school, but this is what I do think-I think that most of our college spirit is only skin-deep! The chapel bell tolled eleven over the still campus. The visitors rose to go. Think it over, concluded Doc, and see if I'm not about right. lt was the day before the iinal and big game with Manchester, which would decide the state championship. The news spread that llud Kieffer, regular forward and big point-getter for the team, had flunked oil. lt was a bad blow to the college, and the worst possible to the coach and the team. A powerful machine had been built up and Kielfer was the main cog.i llis absence would wreck everything. . . I X. tix I we really done something worth-while for ltlarshall, in el . Lfgr Doc llughes was Kietl'er's understudy, and so it was decided that he was to play in the ineligilile's place. ln speed and ability to hit the basket, Doc could not compare with Kieller. Nevertheless, if Doc played through the whole game, he would win his coveted M, and as it was his senior year, he jumped at the chance to be a le-tter-man.

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Basket-ball was the main sport at Marshall, and every year a medal was given to the player who had done the most towards booming the basket-ball stock ol' the college. Hence a player who did the most toward winning the big game ol' the season with Manchester was the likeliest, contender for the trophy. if Plf ill iff 21 Ulf 32 Pk JF And so the night ofthe big game found Doc Hughes in Kiefler's place in the line-up. While the team was warming up, a member ol' the faculty stepped up to the coach and handed him a note. As he surveyed the con- tents, he grew purple with rage, l'or this is what he read: Albert Kieiler eligible to play. Secretary confused him with Alfred Kieffer. Hughes, who was standing near the side-lines, alone, saw the sup- pressed wrath ol' the coach. He edged over to that un fortunate person. 'S matter, coach '? he asked, cautiously. Kiefl'er's eligible, snapped back the coach. Where is he? pursued Doc. Went home after school today for a vacation. Said he guessed it would help him to forget his troublesf' The referee walked to the middle of the floor and blew his whistle amid the cheering of the spectators. The players jerked off their sweat- shirts and ran to their positions. As he mechanically shook hands with the guard, Doc was thinking that Bud c0uldn't have gone home because there wasn't a train until after the game, besides he never would have missed the game itself. He would naturally keep away from the crowded stands ..... The rei'eree's whistle shrilled again and the game was on. It was all Manchester the first half, which ended 15--1. Marshall's valuable scorer was out. The team was demoralizedg the game was gone. Hughes walked slowly to the dressing-room. A thought flashed through his mind. Kieffer must be hiding, and at the same time watching the game from the moving picture booth. He quickened his pace. He must tell the coach. But il' Kieffer played the second hall , he himself would not win the coveted M, Should he play through the game and win an M or should Bud play and let Marshall win '? Then he remembered his recent speech to his classmates about college spirit. He must set the ex- ample. His mind was made up. Swiftly he ran to the coach, who was massaging the center's ankle and talking sharply to him at the same time, and whispered a few words. The coach nodded dubiously, and Hughes bounded for the dressing-room, through the crowd and up the ladder to the movie booth. Nervously he fumbled with the door and pulled it open. His hopes were realized: for there, crouched against the wall and peering down atcthe crowd, was llud Kiefler. Put your togs on, quick! you're eligible! yelled Hughes. Bud jumped and tell back in astonishment. How did you know I was here? Who says l'm-