Bogota High School - Purple B Yearbook (Bogota, NJ)

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v frfrrf, .. JJ J J .J Page Nirlefy-t14'0 AAA: A PURPL kasavlilsas-4 1MPRESS1o LY QSHORT STORY CONTEST WINNERQ Br Davin Fotm' EKFLJ E sat in the bowl along with forty-thousand others and cheered himself hoarse. In the beginning of the second half the heavens L4 ay 3 opened wide and the players swam in a sea of mud. The water A-W., swirled down the cement tiers under the seats like a miniature cas- cade, pouring into everybody's shoes and making everyone generally uncom- fortable. As the game was a rival alfair nearly everyone remained to the bitter at 2 end, The visiting team, State U., of which he was a small part, won in the last moment of the game by virtue of a held goal, kicked by Spud, his room- mate. Spud played tackle, but he was often called upon to drop-kick a needed goal. At the final whistle the victors tore down over the benches and onto the held like a young avalanche. Once there, they hoisted the team and the goal posts on their shoulders. XVhen the backers of the home team tried to stop them, a grand melee ensued. After mixing his dukes in someones face, he was hit from behind by an improvised black-jack. wk ae wk Wlaeri he came to, he was in the baggage car of a homeward bound train with some of the crowd and the steel goal posts. He had a beautiful lump behind his right ear, and his head was going 'round in circles. At seven o'clock, the train pulled into the home town, He grabbed the hrst taxi available, and rode to his frat house. He got cleaned up, shaved, put on his tux, and by nine was at the Chi House. calling for Ann. At live A. M., he crawled in between the sheets, and before he could pull the blankets about his neck, he was asleep. ak wk as At six P. M., he awoke from a litful slumber. He yawned, stretched mightily, and tried to open his eyes, but in vain. Frantically, he rubbed them, but this only served to irritate a burning headache. Spud, he yelled, Spud, come here quickly. However, he heard, in reply, only the moaning of the wind outside his W i nd ow . He groped for the telephone on the table by the beside, and, through Information, got a doctor. The doctor arrived in due course, and began a business-like examination. ln ten minutes, joe was all wrapped up in blankets, sitting in a big easy chair: his feet in a hot mustard bath, a cooling bandage over his eyes, and some pills in his stomach to exerminate the headache. At that moment, Spud, whistling merrily, sauntered fthat is to say, he dragged his one hundred ninety pounds of bone and musclej into the room. As soon as he saw Joe and the doctor, he became as quiet as an overgrown ox can be.