Central Washington University - Hyakem / Kooltuo Yearbook (Ellensburg, WA)

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How Tony Saved the Day. if tr him the sad news. “I am afraid that we are;up aga. ist . . J sa.d we .. Rc over gix {ert and we haven’t a sub left that » worth a th at ° b °g Stif f. id the Coach, “well he might do if he will play. Might as well try as strong as an elephant. «hat. that big • f b ; m ,; me and ti me again, and he positively arazstt za fti Wr J ‘— j- » •«- - «■ - d fa - •” “ •“ rtts S l rt ' rJs ti lime we got there, and was soon put ouL excitement was at its height, and some of the girls were weeping, portance to us, if it Hadn t been for Juliet. , . n rra i hero cot busy and began to pack others shouting for help, and the braver trying to ,r her property being hastily stowed away by the manly up for Juliet. She. coming to her senses rather suddenly. an ™ ln , g . 1h ? 0 H! ROMEO! SAVE ME! srai , rrir , ri: « •- ■ - “ yes - romeo ' ' Sr-te, “ d ,t:d 12 -..i ?rs£ play loolk.ll with u. Th.ok.gt.rn!. Hl p.om,.. to U.p ouim botoKd , ,h,„ hold out ht. S h “Iblr-o S So ' w. having him .Otoetad, Bo, ha took tha b,„. Oh. « ha ...allowad i, £ ] To sav we were surprised when Romeo told us that he was going to try for the team, would be putting it m y. 1 Smith pu, him W. «aoi loo,ball .too,, dotio, the two day. balota the gaota. »od .1 h, taota.be,ad a hid, per, what Smith was trying to drive into his head he was a wonder. . , , r n o... u v tVl . 0 o ' clock Thanksgiving morning came with the sun behind the clouds, and two inches of snow on the field. But by two the gridiron was encircled by a throng of loyal rooters. ... j i j . l c„„ Kefnre we saw that I The game started with the usual amount of rooting on each side, and had not been on fne minutes

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short and struck poor, long-suffering father on the foot. He gave a yell of pain, but not for a minute did he loosen his clutch on the board. The only consolation he had was to press down harder on the skunk. I rushed outside where I could laugh without hurting father’s feelings, and could inhale once more pure air. By this time my big brother Bill had become aroused by the extraordinary commotion, and came jumping across the lawn, clad in his pajamas, his gun in his hand, a pair of carpet slippers, several sizes too large, flapping on his feet and threatening to fly off at every leap. He came up to the door and told father to let drop the board and get out of the way so that he might shoot the skunk. But father was so afraid that Billy wouldn ' t hit the captive and that it would escape, that he would not listen, but bade my brother get a board or the ax and kill the thing. Returning with the ax, Billy thoughtlessly took the shortest way and rushed through the room where the chickens were. The terrified fowls, thinking this must be an attack of the enemy from the rear, flew, pell mell, into the front room, where Beth madly waved her arms about and shrieked. “Shew! Shew!” thus increasing the confusion. Poor father. I think, in those few minutes lost all the fatherly pride he had in us, and was thoroughly disgusted with us all. From the groans which he gave. I imagine he was getting the worst of it all around until the outraged chickens flew into the apple trees, where they continued loudly to voice their indignation. At last by means of much advancing and retreating, to avoid too close contact with the obnoxious animal, and by means of a liberal supply of blows, of which father received his share, Mr. Polecat’s troubles were at last ended. By this lime it was quite light. Beth and I entered to view the remains and, as father turned toward us, he made a ridiculous picture. Down one side of his face was a long bloody streak, inflicted by a passing hen. and the end of his nose was covered with dust. Nevertheless, with an air of veni, vidi. vici”(“I came, I saw, I conquered), he turned to pick up the mangled remains which were jammed against the wall near a hole. Imagine the consternation and chagrin which passed over his countenance when to his amazement both the hind legs of Mr. Polecat were found to be caught firmly in the jaws of a strong steel trap. Edythe Henry is

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it was going to be a fight to the bitter end. Washtuena was fearfully strong in the back field, and it was evident from the beginning that our line had gone to pieces. The team missed Mack, and Romeo was not filling his place. “Look at him. muttered the captain from the side line, “runs like a cow! Lets his - What! well done. Romeo!! Romeo had his Irish up, and was playing like a veteran when time was called. The first half was over. Neither side had scored, though it was evident that Washtuena had the be st of it. In the second half we kicked off to them, and they ran the ball back twenty yards before being downed. Five times in succession they made their yardage, amid a pandemonium of yells from their supporters. Finally we got the ball, only to lose it again. Washtuena was slowly but surely advancing towards our goal, when their quarters fumbled and lost the ball. “Now fellows,” said Captain Williams, “get in the game and wipe ’em off the earth! We did, and we had them going. Could we keep it up? We were setting a terrific pace. “They’re tiring! They’re tiring!” shouted the Washtuena rooters. “Their gains are almost nothing now! They can’t score! They can ' t! They can’t!” It was true we were tiring, and we were held for downs on the five-yard line. Time was almost up. Would we have time to score? Well, we could try. Washtucna’s quarter signaled for a punt. Romeo broke through the line and blocked the kick. The ball rolled behind the goal posts. A Washtuena player fell on it like a flash. It was too late. Before he could rise and throw himself back on the gridiron. Romeo was on him crushing him back to earth. That was a safety. It meant two points for us. Romeo had saved the day. He was a hero. Alas for Romeo and his new won glory, and alas for any glory that rests upon the probability of a girl keeping a secret. Murder will out, and that very night, at the dormitory dance which the girls gave in honor of the victory, the whole affair leaked out. One of the girls had also been a spectator of the little fire episode in which Romeo and Juliet had figured. She thought it was too good to keep and, getting some of us fellows into a corner, told us about the whole affair, not omitting I ony’s important part in it. Not till then did we know that it was really Tony who saved the day for us. Poor Romeo hasn’t heard the last of it yet. Some fellow ' with rare poetical ability composed the following parody commemorating the occasion, which we sing to the tune of Tammany: Ju-li-el, Ju-li-el. Come and Iran on my strong arm, I will shield you from all harm, Ju-li-el, Ju-li-el. Fire! Fire! Mold me higher. Ju-li-el. Ju-li-el! Every time we sing this little song, we think of Tony and how he saved the day for us. • Philip Davidson 17