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

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said, Marvin for Vail. His teammates clapped him on the back and said, Attaboy Jim. Let's give it to 'em. lt was the last quarter. The kick for the extra point had been good and the score was 7 - 0, favor of State. lt was State's ball again on their own twenty-five yard line. The State eleven came out of their huddle and snapped the ball back to Cardona. Cardona started around end with Larsen beside him. As a Harding man tackled Cardona, he lateraled the ball to Larsen and Bob was off again. This time he had no interference with him. The only man in his way now was Jim Marvin. A streak of yellow passed through Bob's heart as he neared Jim. That was it. He was afraid. He sidestepped as he did to Vail, hoping for the same result. But Jim had not been fooled. As Bob sidestepped, he threw himself to the right and his arms met Bob's knees, and Bob was stopped on the l0-yard line. As the two rivals arose from the ground, Bob said, Neat little girl l got myself, eh, chump? Barbara sure played you for a sucker. Jim was fiery mad. He wanted to spring at Bob. Why you- But just then Jim's arms were held back by his teammates and Bob walked to his team's huddle, with a sneer on his face. The Harding quarterback had seen Jim trying to hit Bob and had a strategic thought. Jim would carry that ball like lightning to get revenge, so he wisely waited for their turn to receive. It came soon, for the next three State plays were not successful and it was Harding's ball on their own l0-yard line. The quarterback called Jim's play around end, and Jim took the ball like a flash. He cut and sidestepped like a ball of fire. He sped along the field: 50, 60, 70, 80, and l0 more to go for a touchdown. The crowd was at last seeing what it had ex- pected, for now Bob was between Jim and the goal. Jim was red with anger, He ran straight for Bob, brought down his arm, and his palm went flush into Bob's face. Jim stepped over the goal for a touch- down. Bob slowly got up. He felt very much humiliated. The spec- tators laughed. The kick for extra point was not good and the score was now 7 - 6, because of Jim's 90-yard run. They finished their receiving without further tally. There was one minute to go. Again Cardona of State took the ball. This was the last play. As Cardona ran down the field, there came a boom sig- nifying the game was over after this play was completed. Then Car- dona encountered Jim in midfield, the latter asked for the ball, saying that the game was over for the gun had sounded. Cardona said, Oh, and calmly handed Jim the ball. Jim smiled and started running down the field, for the play was l2

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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

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still in motion. His men saw this and started blocking players from Jim's way, and in a moment Jim was over the goal line for the second and winning touchdown. The kick was good and the final score was Harding l3, State 7. Jim was carried along the field in triumphant victory by his team- mates. But he had something else to attend to. He ran across the field and up to Bob Larsen, who was walking to the club house. He roughly put his hand on Bob's shoulder and turned him around. The crowd suddenly became quiet. They wanted to see this. Marjory, who .happened to be on the field to meet Bob, stood still also. What would happen now? Jim eyed Bob angrily, the gleam in his eye giving Bob the jitters. So you caused my breaking with Marjory, eh? asked Jim in a slow tone. Bob was still not daunted by Jim's question. He stood firmly and said, Sure, and what are you gonna do about it? Jim took off his helmet and said, Just this, and this. Biff! Powl Whaml Bob was rolling on the ground with Jim, wrestling and fight- ing to the end, it seemed. Jim grabbed Bob's jersey, and stood him up. Bob's features were badly damaged. He was pleading to be left alone. Jim saw Marjory and called her over. Somehow, she could not snub him any more. She slowly and shyly stalked over to the two tired fellows and Jim said, Okay, Bob, spill it. Bob nervously answered, Yeh, yeh, sure. I told Barbara to break you two up. Sure, sure, only let me go. Let me go. Jim angrily released his grip on Bob's jersey and said, Don't let me see you around Marjory's for as longl as you live. Here he paused. That is, if Marjory understands now, he imploringly continued. The girl ran to his arms and said, Oh, Jim, darling, what a fool l've been. As she kissed him, Jim thought he had won a disputed game-and a girl. Aldo Sigismondi, 9B4. O A BACKWARD MIND IN OUR MIDST What causes war? Why do we have exams? Who blew out the flame? l was sitting in the bathtub trying to solve the problems in life. At last it struck mel We place too much value on such common things as money, education, art, recreation and love. Yes, we place too much l3