Addison High School - Panther Yearbook (Addison, MI)

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7523 QL 'WS' ---' '4v,-:Q N ,ilvrgi -fm., H,vfi.n-Y . 'Q t .. 4.f',',zmI A- -gpg continue that way? Have we no pride, no ambition, no desire to do our duty? Will we still let Highland be a laughing-stock among other schools, still be defeated in almost every game? Have w-e forgotten entirely the old spirit? No, I say,' his eyes were flashing now and his voice was raised almost to a shout. Let us show them that we too can play football, that we too can tight and win. Radford is strong but we can b-eat them. How many are 'going to fight like men for Highland this afternoon? The team had never seen him like this before and they were stirred by thle evident sincerety' of his speech. There was, in reality, nothing lacking of spirit and courage in their make-ups. They had merely made a mistake, had taken the wrong attitude toward school spirit and now that it was so plainly and forcefully brought before them they took it in the right spirit. Instead of being angry at Lock- sley, they looked upon him with a new respect, a new admiration and they were also glad of the change in Jean, though it hardly seemed possible that it could have been brought about so quickly. For the first time in their high school career they were really eager to give theirbbest to win for 'the sake of their school. We're going to fight, came in chorus from them as Jean finished speaking. Sure, we are, cried the captain. And now let's give the Coach a yell and get to the field. The yell was given with a vim which showed their new liking for Locksley. Thanks, he said, speaking softly. If you fight like I think you're going to you'll win. All right, l1et's go. When they reached the field, they ran through a short signal practice and then the game began. It was a game destined to be long remembered by every Highland student as one of the hardest fought contests ever played by her teams. Again and again during the first half Radford, ua heavier t-eam, hurled her battering-rams upon the Highland line but each time it held, held wh-en it seemed impossible, 'by that unseen force, their newly-found fighting spirit. The Radfordites, who had expected an easy victory, soon changed their tactics but their end runs were broken up before they had hardly start-ed and nearly every pass was intercepted. . But, on the other hand, Highland could gain no more th-an their opponents. Though they were a faster team, the weight which was against them seemed to make it impossible 'to get their plays well started. Even Jean, the fastest man on the fi-fld, was tackled every time almost as soon as he received the ball. Thus the game went for three tense, grilling quarters when for either side to score practically meant victory. In the brief interval before the fourth quarter Jean called his men together and said, We'v-e been fighting hard but we've got to fight harder. VVie have to score to win and remember we're going to win. As the quarter progressed. however, there seemed to be no change from those preceding. The Highlanders, fighting with almost super- human strength and endurance, were making their gains oftener now ajdgry-zz :he

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a line team in all respects except one, the most vital of tall, their spirit. That had not changed. The trip to Radford was made by auto. They arrived about noon, had dinner, changed their clothfes, and were ready to leave for the held at one-thirty, the game being scheduled to begin at two o'clock. As they were about to leave the locker room, Locksley stepped quietly to 'the door and turning, stood there barring the way, while he glanced slowly from one to another. At last his eyes came to rest upon Jean and then he spoke slowly, coldly, letting each word sink deep into their minds. I might tell you to go out and play a fighting game and youd win, but I am not going to because i't is useless. You are going to be beaten and the worst part of it is you are going to deserve it. His voice sounded like that of one delivering a judgment. You are yellow and your captain is the yellowest one among you. T-hrey stirred ominously at these words and Jean broke in with Not as bad as 'that, Coach. Don't go too far. But Locksley, unheeding, continued, I mean every word of it. You, Navarne, are yellowest because, as Captain, you should always be encouraging your team, making them tight by setting the example yourself, but instead you tell them tio take it easy and lay down on the job while Highland is beaten. You have the build of a man but you have never proved yourself one. Neither has anyone else on the team. You're yellow, I slay. yellow clear through. If all it took to win a game was a-little grit, you'd lose it. You haven't any more backbone than a jelly fish. Now go out like the yellow dogs you are and take your licking. Then we'll go back home. i As he finished speaking he stepped aside from the door to let them pass but they did not go. All eyes were fixed upon Jean who stood 'with head bowed in thought and in that brief interval, not more than a minute at the most, the-re Hash-ed across his mind a review of the whole course of his life. He had always followed the path of least resistance, giettirg tliose thirgs he wanted with as little effort as possible or, if it took too much work, going along without them. Defeat he had accepted so mary times that he was becoming accustomed to it. But no one had cv-:r called him yellow before. Yellow-he did not like the sound of the word. Was he yell-ow, he asked himself. Did the world alwrays demand the best that was in anyone,,who would be called a man? Deep do-wn in his soul he knew that it did, that he had been a yellow, cowardly dog all 'his life. He compared himself 'to this man who had graduated from Highland years before but was still willing to make ary sacrifice for her and he felt how small, how selfish and lazy he had been. He had never thought of it in that light before and he resolved to change. From now on he would try to be a man. His eyes met those of the Coach squarely and Locksley knfew that here was one whom he would never have to urge to fight again. You're right Coach, Jean said simply. Then he turned to the team. Fellows, wc've been a bunch of lazy cowards not lit to nep- resent a school like Highland. Now, after Mr. Locksley, has risked so much for love 'cf the school to make us se-e it, are we going to gage? QQ-'ny ey!!

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52,5 1 but, even so, though the ball was in Radford territory most of the time, it remained near the center of the field. Then, with only two minutes left to play, Morley, the right guard, blocked a punt and Jean recovered it on Radford's thirty--five yard line. Now for a touchdown, he shouted. Let's show the old fight. At the same time pandlemonium broke l-oose among the stands. The small crowd in the High-land' section yelled as th-ey had not yelled for many a game. Somebody started the school song and soon it swelled to such volume as to drown out all other sound. The teams sprang into place and the signals were called. jean, hearing them, knew that here was his chance, lthat much- depended! on him. The ball was snapped to Mason and all the backs started around right end. Then, just in tim-e to save himself from being tackled, the fullback turned and passed to Jean who h-ad, unnoticed, ran straight out to the leit and now had n-o one between him and the Radford goal fexcep't their quarterback. Navarre caught the ball and was off like a flash. He came down at full speed on the opposing quarter who strove to tackl-e him but received a stiff-arm which- sent him sprawling. A moment more and he was across the goal line. Whalt mattered it that Mason failed to kick goal. The old High- land spirit was revived. Her team had prove-n tha't it could- fight. About three months later Coach- Locksley and I-ean were stand- ing before the Highland trophy cabinet looking at a cup on which was engraved Football Champions, Tri-County League, 1923. And ito think, said Jean, that I once thought my school not worth fighting for. We all makle our mistakes, replied Locksley, but the test of the man is in correcting them. The End. I -lifkf. . 1, l If - T l Q fit, -:iiifE.VX:q, , it 11 f-2' mf'-'Hr nm - fmffrnla 1 in rg' 411.1 Jigga' ' --1.5-w. . FX?-'Q' '- -- ef' 7033 6 arts' . .' 2.7193 L+ '-,132 MIK ,two re,,,,.,n... 4f,ff,g- r W, fm -' LF 21' 155555 1' '11 In Qlfdgff