Central Junior High School - Junior Classic Yearbook (South Bend, IN)

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QE The Junior Classic 26 The Farmer It was September. and the corridors of Tren- ton High School were filled with throngs of merry students ready to go to work after a vacation of two months. Everyone seemed happy, and here and there stood groups of laughing, chattering boys and girls. But in one corner of the great hall lounged a bov, evidently a new pupil. plainly from the country. He was tall. sun-burned, and muscu- lar, with nice eyes and a generally good-looking face. If anyone noticed him at all. they sup- posed him to be a basliful Freshie . At an angle from the country boys' corner. stood a group of football men , discussing the games for the coming season. Gee, Bill Kennedy, football captain, was saying, we haven't a good husky tackle on the squad that is almost sure to be picked. They're good. but they haven't got the weight they need. He stopped talking and stared hard for a minute. Say, he's going to be right tackle on this year's squad, he announced triumph- antly. YVho? came in a chorus from the boys. f'YVhy, the 'Farmer' over there. Bill re- turned impatiently. Now, isn't he built swell for tackle? Yeh, but try and get him out for football. I'll bet he keeps his nose glued to a book all the time. S'pose he never saw a real 'pigskin' before this year, drawled Jim Davis disdain- fully. Oh, never mindg we'll promise him all kinds of glories if he'll only come out. He's simple, he won't fall for our scheme. And besides. it's for the honor of our school, answered Bill in a matter-of-fact tone. Come on! Let's go over and get acquainted. The boys sauntered over, spoke to him, made a casual remark about the weather. and promptly decided that the Farmer didn't want their patronage. After several questions were briefly answered, Bill ventured to remark about football. The Farmer was not very en- thusiastic. He had never seen a good gameg he did not know how to play. He didn't think he'd care to-. But by this time Bill had dis- covered that the Farmer was not as simple as he looked. Plainly. he had no time for foot- ball. But it is hardly possible for one to be approached about football, to be chased after by the big men of the school, and to visualize the glories one would receive if one played on the time-team and not consent at least to try to play. At last. the Farmer consented to go out for football The first night of practice, promptly at three thirty, he came lumbering onto the field. with his sweat-shirt and head-gear on backwards, and his shoulder-pads hanging loosely over one arm It was somewhat of an etfort for the bovs to keep from laughing. but tinally they did get him fixed: then practice began. First, they showed him how to tackle, but the squad was divided into two teams. wearing the same uni forms. The Farmer,' tackled anvbodv an everybody who got in his way. But he brought them down, just the same - Somehow he vot the ball. and somebody told him to run. He did. They stopped him just before he reached the edge of the athletic park But they would teach him vet. the bovs declared So practice went on, though many expressed the opinion that it was a hopeless task. They thought the i'Farmer would never learn the signals, as he always seemed to do the wrong thing at the right time. He was kept out of as many games as could be played without him The boy may have been very simple , as Bill expressed it, but he did not realize that he was a total loss at football: and he had so wanted to show up those city snobs Three weeks before the last game-the Bi Game with Beaton High-the Farmer decided that he would learn to play. He got the neigh borhood fellows together, and started practicing At last the fatal dav arrived. with Trenton s only other good tackle in bed with a broken leg. The game started with the Farmer play ing right tackle on the bench. A poor tackle though a fellow who knew the signals. had been put in the game. The Farmer was disap pointed. but his disappointment was greater when. at the end of the half. the score stood 6 to 0 in favor of Beaton The third quarter began, and ended. with the score only 6 to 3. with Trenton still at the little end of the scale. Immediately after the last quarter began. Trenton's right tackle was knocked out. and the coach turned resignedlv to the Farmer Youll have to go in there and play almost sighed. Were voinfr to win. the Farmer flung back at him over his shoulder. The last word he heard were: IfPafze Fortyl - D d I U -.. U with them. N , he s

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-J.-Y V - The Junior Classic H6 Remember signals, and don't talk. This from the coach. SignalslY called the quarterback, repeating the words when Check was called. The squads launched into play and the Farmer made a clean sweep around him, while he didn't tackle any of his own men, either! Get it! somebody shouted, and he looked up to see the pigskin spinning through tl1e air. Ht- caught it perfectly, and turnedg but he had for-gotten which was Trenton's goal-post! Somebody was in front of himg he looked at the fellows socks and they were Beaton's colors. Like a flash he swung around and made the eighty-tive yards to the goal-post in nothing flat , so his opponents declared afterward. He fell over Trenton's goal line, with the ball tucked under his arm. Hardly two seconds later the referee's whistle ended the game, with the score standing 9 to 6 in favor of Trenton. Not- much of a victory, but the first triumph over Beaton High School in three years! Of course. the Farmer , from now on dubbed The Flash , became the idol of the school. He had shown those city snobs something! Simple? YVell, maybe, but- s 'THELBIA Roosa, 9.-K. The Mysterious Animal At a lumber camp in Xllisconsin many things were happening. One of these was that of a mysterious animal which was infesting the camp almost every night. One day Jack Howland decided to investigate the case, as it was his cottage which was molested the most. He started his investigation by going around to the different huts to borrow axes and hatch- cts. which he could throw at the strange and mysterious being. That night before he retired he placed the axes and hatchets on a rudely built chair by his bed so they would be within easy reach. ' About midnight he heard the usual scratching on the door, and the wiggling of the latch. The dfml' opened slowly, and in the darkness Jack Could barely make out the form of an animal. llc lllfkrd up one of the axes. took careful lim. and threw as he never threw before. There 'M fl low yelp, and the animal was gone for Uhr night. Jack went to sleep, and when he awoke the :ffl morning he looked for a clue as to what 'lid 'lfh animal it was. All he found was its 'Ill which was outside the door, and the axe which was stuck in the door. Nothing was said about it that day when he went to work. The next night the animal came again and walked around the cottage, saying, I want my tail! I want my tailfy' Jack was awake by this time and prepared himself for action. The ani- mal came in through the door which was left open by .lack for the purpose of having the animal take an easier chance to make a get- away if necessary. The lumberman was in a corner and was out of danger. The animal gave a spring at the bed. thinking Jack was in it. In doing this it hit the bed-post and was stunned. A Jack tied its feet so it couldn't get away. Then he ran out and told all the men that he had a surprise for them. YVhen they got to his cabin he turned on the light. He took hold of the animal to turn it over and look at it. The hide came off. Every one was astonished, for there lay McFarley, the Irishman of the camp, who was always getting into mischief and who thought he could pull the same trick more than once successfully, but was now stopped short. -GER.ALD Hacomsx, 9B. ' The Necessity of Paying Attention During Recitation At the age of five most of us take our first step in the path that leads to a very valuable possession-education. From the first time in school until we. some twelve years later, have finished our high school course, the majority of us spend nine months of every year in school. Anyone ,with just plain common sense would say that a person who had passed as much time as that in school would surely, at the comple- tion of his course, be a very bright and polished person. Yet a large per cent of graduates lack many excellent qualities. lvhy? Is it that we have not formed the habit of applying ourselves to a given task? Can it be that we do not con- centrate hard enough? It might be for one rea- son, or for one hundred reasons. But there is one reason which plays quite an important part in the drama of education: it is known as In- attention . lVhen in school, church, assembly or else- where, while the speaker has the floor, let us be gentlemanlike or ladylike enough to pay strict attention to what is being said. even though it may not interest us. lVe can be polite enough, at least, to consider other people's rights to our attention. ' --Ixizz Auemcs Sain-H, 9B. lPage Forty-onel is.