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Well, just what is one?
It's the place you wear your best
clothes so people will see how "ritzy" you
are. You arrive late, go down at the half
for a hot dog, not to mention quarters, and
leave early to show off the new outfit.
It's the place the Girl Reserves have
charge of a con-cefision stand and make
money off people just likle yourself.
It's you paying a dime for a coke and
wondering why you do.
It's you catching cold because when
it's hot, you're dressed for a blizzard.
It's the place you sit in the north sec-
tion of the bleachers 'cause you're a Wel-
lington High student.
It's you screaming at the top of your
voice and wake up the next morning with
a sore throat.
l It's the place you miss all the best
plays on the field 'cause you were watch-
ing the upperclassmen. They're better en-
It's you getting your shoes dirty.
It's the place you say, "Why d0esn't
the student body show more pep ?"
It's the place you've been going for
six years and still have no idea what the
rules are all about.
It's you practicing the whole afternoon
to be round-shouldered. ,
It's the place the townspeople "boo"
and the student body gets the blame.
It's the place somebody gets to shoot
It's the place you jump up if you feel
like it but shout "Down in front" if anyone
else does it.
It's a place where you talk about every-
thing except football.
It's the place you "Don't see how she
ever got a date with him", or "What does
he see in her?" A
It's the place the band marches at the
half but you're too busy to notice.
It was the night of the last home game
and every sub knew that if he got in he
could win it himself. Suddenly the coach
yelled and every bench warmer was awak-
ened from his reverietHey you!
Start warming up. I may want you.
Sure coach. . . Gee, maybe I'll get in
the game after all. -+ Up Down A Up
Down One Two One Two,
G0 in now?
No! Keep warming up. If you don't
you'll get stiff and won't be able to run.
Sure, coach. . . I wish I was playing on
the first team instead of Bill. But he won't
play next year and I'm starting every game.
Gee, he missed his man a mile. Now if I
were in there I'd have him. I'd block out
two or three guys every time and we'd win.
Gee, ten seconds left to play.
I'm warmed up now, coach. Shall I go
No, not yet. Warm up some more.
Yeh, coach. . . I'd get out there and
block the only man between the quarter-
back and the goal.
Was that the gun? Gosh, I didn't get
to play after all.
Yes, itis true. Faithful Edgar Henson,
the squad's eighth grade shadow, lost his
luck charm which was an expensive exper-
iment for the team. Thanksgiving morning
a hat went the rounds, gathering in enough
pennies to let every player rub his hand over
Edg1ar'srstiff short hair-a sure sign of vic-
tory over the Bulldogs.
But alas, it failed. Was it Edgah? Had
he hoodooed them? As soon as the boys re-
turned from Ark City, a posse was organ-
ized and a search for the imposter begun.
At least they could try the money back prop-
osition, but just then Edgah strutted out
the door of the Lyric and into their arms,
penniless but ahead one picture show, candy,
ice cream, and all one happy smile.”