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.

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asa asa, M PURPL ka asa, XWhat's the matter, joe? Wl1at's up, 'doc'? Nothing serious, I hope. Gee, can'tcha see at all, pal? That's bad. Cant I help you? Hey, doctor how long will he be done up like this? Two or three daysf, Hmm. Wfell, that is pretty serious, isn't it? Wfith this thought, he stopped his cross examinaion and sank down in the sofa, as though something annoyed him. The doctor arose to go, giving joe a parting bit of advice. Take good care of that cold, son, or most likely it will develop into something more serious. Keep warm, and, understand, no work. Though, I don't see how you can work without your eyesight. I'll call again in the morning. Good-night. Rf Q L He crossed the threshold, and was gone. There was utter silence. In deep thought, Spud sat on the sofa. joe lay his head back among the propped-up pillows. The clock ticked inces- santly. Finally, Spud split the silence. joe, you heard what the doctor said about work. XXf'ell. Ive bad news for you. I met SkinHint, you know, Professor Hawkins, on the Campus. He stopped me and said: 'Mr Charles Spillane, I believe? And I said, 'Yes sirf 'XXfell,' he replied, 'I am on my way over to pay your room-mate, Mr. Grantley, a visit. However, you can deliver my message to him.' i'You know, Joe. I don't like him at all, and none of the other fellows do, for that matter. He's an old crab, and he hasn't one soft spot in him-hard as nails. He believes that college is no place for athletics, and if he were dean, he would probably prohibit them, Hes as cold as ice toward me. It's tough that you have him for English. Vifell, anyway, he told me to tell you that you must have your thesis hnished tonight. He's calling for it-himself-at eleven o'clock. Says he won't take any excuse, that he's been telling you to do it for the last month or so. He'll Hunk you for sure, if you dont do it, joe. Vlfhat are you going to do? I've got to do it, Spud You know, if I Hunk, fand the old fossil will tlunk me, if I dont do itj, the governor will have a lot to say about it, and no maybe. Gosh! just my darn luck to have this turn up at a time like this XXf'ell,-Ill have to do my best. Luckily, I can handle a typewriter. 'Spudf' are you going out tonight? YehY Taking some blonde to a dance. Neat. too. Sorry you can't be with me, Joe. XXfhy P-Anything I can do for you before I go? Yes. Vifill you hx the typewriter-take out that old ribbon, and put in a new one. You'll land them in my desk-also, some paper, Then, from an adjoining room, came a muffled voice, O, K.. joe, but, say, where is my collar button ? Minutes passed, the chapel bell struck nine. So long, joe. I'll be home early. Anyway, I'll beat the milkman here. Page Vnztty tluce