Boody Junior High School - Beacon Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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arm in his, and in a second they were walking together. Jim, gentle- man that he was, took her books and carried them with his. As they neared the girl's home, Jim noticed Marjory's house around the cor- ner. Barbara also noticed this, and gripped his arm tighter than be- fore. As they passed the house, Jim almost bowled over when he saw Marjory coming from the gate. 'I think I had better be going now, he stammered. Just then Marjory saw them. Barbara saw this and took out a handkerchief and faked that she was crying. Boo-hoo. You do not like little Bobbie. With these words, she put her head on Jim's shoulder and started weeping. Poor Jim. He didn't know what to do. Barbara saw she had done her part, and suddenly she said, You do not like Bobbie! I don't like you. Good-bye.. She smiled to herself and left Jim there alone. He walked over to Marjory and said, Marj, I don't even know the girl. You must believe me. He looked at Marjory, who gazed past him with her nose pointed high. She looked even prettier like that. It made him love her more. She started to walk down the street at a quick pace. Jim had to run to get up to her. Marj, listen to me, he pleaded. Fire came into Marjory's eyes. You, you, you flirt. Don't you dare speak to me again for as long as you live. Go with your little Bobbie, go ahead. Tears rolled down her pretty face as she finished speaking. And don't you call me anything but Miss Hastings, Mr. Marvin. But Marj, you don't understand. Jim's tone was imploring. Call me that again, will you? With these words, Marjory slapped Jim and ran down the street. Jim was a very dejected fellow, standing there without Marjory. How could this happen to him while he was so happy? Yes, Jim walked home very sadly that night-a night of complete joy and success to Bob Larsen. Jim never dreamed of getting revenge very soon on the fellow who caused all this. IV It was Sunday. This was the starting day of the football season for Harding University. Its first opponent was State College. Hard- ing Stadium was a colorful one that day, banners flying, cheer-leaders inspiring the immense crowd which had gathered at the Stadium. These anxious people were certain of seeing a wonderfulgame from start to the final boom of the gun. They were expecting something else too. The story of Jim's affair with Marjory and of Bob's win- I0

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these fiery words, he went out the door, slamming it behind him. Here was a rival Jim wasn't going to like, although they were not of the same school. lt so happened that Jim was half-back of Hard- ing University, and these two schools were to clash on the opening day of the football season, now very near. With these thoughts in mind, Jim was in for a lot of trouble. ll At the Phi Delta dance that night, Jim and Marjory were having a grand time together dancing, dining, talking. In the middle of the next dance, Jim and Marjory strode to the open door which led to the balcony. They looked wonderful standing there - just the two of them, heads together, each whispering words that thrilled the other. Suddenly Jim said, Marj, l must tell you something. Yes, Jim, answered the girl. Well, er-I-I love you! Why, Jim, exclaimed the girl in a surprised voice. l'm sorry, Marjorie, but I,-well, -er, l mean, -er, gee, l had to say it Marj. l've loved you from the first moment l saw you. As he said this, he moved closer to Marjorie. Oh Jim. I was waiting for you to say that all night. I love you too, Jim. The girl's voice made the stars above twinkle even bright- er. The moon and the stars in the sky smiled down on a boy and a girl. For that moment the world was all theirs. lll ln the meantime, Bob Larsen, a very angry and determined fellow, was talking to a girl. Barbara, you go to this school. Use your tac- tics, but no matter how you do it, get Jim Marvin away from my GlRL. He emphasized the last two words. The next afternoon Jim was coming out of the Physiology class when he was accosted by a beautiful, black-haired girl, the dangerous Barbara. She would start her scheme right now. She passed Jim and let her books fall. Jim, unsuspecting of the trouble he was getting into, stooped down and picked them up. Barbara's eyes flashed into his, but instead of feeling the grand effect that Marjorie had given him, Jim felt an uneasiness grip him. Oh, thank you, big boy,' said the girl, thank you very much. Oh, oh, thought Jim. One girl yesterday, another today. That was bad. The girl continued, Would you care to walk me to my house? I live just a few blocks from the school. Well- started Jim, but before he could finish, the girl put her

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ning of the girl had somehow reached everyone's ears. Jim knew this and made a very poor showing at practice. The coach had not put Jim in the starting lineup because of his bungling plays that morning. A tremendous cheer rent the air as the Harding eleven, clad in orange-red jerseys and blue helmets, trotted onto the field. The coin was tossed and State chose to receive. As the lineup was announced, the crowd was surprised when they didn't hear Jim's name mentioned for half-back. Harry Vail was in that position in Jim's place. The crowd's disappointment was short- lived,.for Harding kicked the pigskin. A thud was heard. Twenty- two colorful youths ran across the field. The game was onl Jim was sitting on the bench with his face in his hands, looking pleadingly at the coach. Would he be put into the game? The lack of Jim's powerful broken field running was beginning to show. Neither team had scored as yet. Vail had made a few gains and Harding was twice in State's territory, only to be driven back by the latter. The crowd noticed two sparkling players that afternoon, Vail of Harding and Bob Larsen of State. These two boys were playing a wonderful game, but not as the crowd was expecting to see when Jim Marvin met Bob Larsen. They yearned to see that DISPUTED GAME! The half was over, and the score was deadlocked at nothing to nothing. ln the third quarter, State started its rampage for a touchdown. Joe Cardona carried the ball for eighteen yeards on the first play. State's athletes, inspired by that wonderful backing and blocking, looked very determined. Something seemed lacking in Harding's backfield. The second play was stopped cold by Vail as he surprised the State ball carrier with a flying tackle. The ball was snapped to Bob Larsen. He tucked the ball under his arm and tore down the field preceded by two efficient blockers. As he neared Harding's goal, Vail appeared on the scene. But this time, his tackle did not click. Bob sidestepped beautifully and Vail hit the ground with a sickening thud. The field was clear now, and Bob trotted over the goal line for the first touch- down of the game. Tumultuous applause from the crowd followed this spectacular run. But suddenly the crowd and the players noticed that one man had failed to rise from the ground. lt was Vail. The team physician rushed from the bench to the outstreched Vail and carried him away after informing the Harding coach that Vail was through for the day. Time was called. As the third quarter ended, Harding's coach pointed to Jim and said, Get in there for Vail and let's see you rock 'em off the earth. The crowd roared as Jim Marvin adjusted his helmet and trotted up to the referee. He handed him a slip and v . Y ll