Central High School - Red and Black Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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g --.f F A --sf-M .1 . pe, J' ' . t - he ,wr -f -use-45 ,lit ' ' fllgfff-M et' 6 ' - J' '- . . H ' lwfw' ff ff x TTL 6-'ef i' i ff THiE ..- RED AND -. BLACK and sixteen points, even in signal prac- tice. l want that guy! His name is what? lt isn't,i' said -linnny. It's -and he consulted his paper again- it 'sJoshna Updike, known througrh the Dakotas as 'Knock 'Em Deadf, His present habitat is .Butler Hall - ''VVhither, -said Nat clapping on his hat. a11d diving' for the door, 'ithe head coach is bound! Nat had stopped playing' football him- self only a few seasons before, and in all the time he had played he had never 01100 been injured, which makes it all the more remarkable that, as he mounted to the second of the Butler Hall steps, he tripped and fell, turning his tl11klG. The foot hurt him but he grinned and went on. Joy was in his heart. He had dreams of winning the North Atlantic t'hampionship. NVhen Updike opened his door to Nat, the first thought that came into Nat's head was, how this husky looking young- ster could have crossed the campus twice without being summoned in for football. 'il.'m Nat' Smith, head coach of the football team, said Nat, trying to keep his voice from trembling' from suppressed excitement, and l want you to report for duty tomorrow. XVon't you eonle in, -Mr. Sllllllliiu asked llpdike. l guess you've heard that l'm a through and through jinx and if l come out for football the team is hound to lose. l'm sorry, Mr. Smith, but l'd much rather see Classon win the cham- pionship this yearf' 'iOhl stop, l'll have no more of this jinx business, you should feel honored to Twvllly have the head coach ask you out for foot- ball, anyone else would. As Nat arose to leave he winced with pain. On explain- that he had sprained his ankle on the way up to see him, Updikc exclaimed, KC Y Y 1 ing' he jinx is starting: to wo1'k. I told you Fm an eighteen carat Jonah. But Nat refused to listen, he left grinning. Next day all his hopes and dreams were confirmed. Updike was a Hpippinng he could kick a perfect field goal, he made the big varsity fellows feel like infants the way he handled that ball. All went well until toward the end of practice. Updike was tearing down the field with the ball with such a determined look on his face, that all the team was glad he wasn-'t on the opposing side. Mickey Rowen, Classon's all-star end, grabbed for Joshua as he went whizzing by. Sud- denly 4'Miekey felt himself being car- ried through the air, then all was blank. Ulf he is out of hed at the end of three weeks he 'll be lucky, without hoping for him to play in that game, were the first words 'ililickeyv heard XVll01l he came to himself. See, Nat, the jinx is working, after all, exclaimed Stewart Henry, assistant coach, please let that bird loose. My heavens, we won't have any team left be- fore long if this keeps up. But all was useless as Nat was obdurate. But Henry wasn't through. He went to Updike and without warning burst out with, t'You did this! You-you-jinx! You 're trying' to wreck our team! The Classon players gazed at Henry in amazement. They, of eourse, had received CContinued on page 1231