Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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“Ilallmark”—means Quality H. B. KURTZ The game was fast from beginning to end. Old players who witnessed tlie game claimed that it was the fastest that had ever been played in the county. Jimmy played brilliantly but the inexperienced substitute went to pieces and played poorly. In the end of the half the score, was eight to five in favor of Alberta High, and the Glenville High rooters began to get nervous of the outcome of the game. In the second half Bob Martin went into Jimmy's position and the last half started in a deafening roar of cheers. Alberta High rooters went into a frenzy when their team had caged two field goals in the first minute of play. After a couple more minutes they got another and Ihe score stood 14-5 in favor of Alberta. The Glenville High center stopped the game and called a conference. The cheering stepped and everything was as quiet as a tomb. “Why don’t you play?”a girlish voice inquired. Jimmy Connels. bundled in a sweater, turned and saw that it was the tall, blue-eyed girl speaking to him. “Oh, 1 can’t play on the same team with that long-eared, homely grouch,” he answered bitterly. “Who do you mean?” she ashed, puzzled. “Bob Martin, of course,” he answered. “Well, you have a good opinion of my brother,” she said slowly. There was an icy look in her eyes when he looked up in surprise. “And I’ve got a fine opinion of a fellow that will stand by and see his school lose a championship, just because he’s on bad terms with a team mate.” Jimmy opened his mouth to protest, but what was the use of arguing with her. She would not listen to him if lie tried to tell her that they could not pass correctly when they played in the same team. The blood was racing madly in Jimmy’s veins when the Glenville High team took their places again. The ball was tossed up at center and the Alberta’s center knocked it to bis left forward who shot it back to the other forward, and lie dropped it into the basket before Glenville had realized what happened. Jimmy pulled the sweater off his shoulders and ran to the coach. “I’m going in,” he said, and without waiting for a word ran across the floor and reported to the timekeeper and referee. He ran up to Bob, and Martin, thinking he was going out of the game, started for the sidelines his shoulders drooping dejectedly. Jimmy took him by the arm and said, “Bob, I'm going in for the other forward. We’ve got to win this game and we can do it. Let’s show them something.” The Sweetness of Low Price Never Equals the Bitterness of Low Quality. 1 he (i. M. Whitney Co —8—

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H.B.KURTZ, “Hallmark” Store, Quality Jewelry ball from his throbbing head. He pitched into Bob Martin with blinded fury and the two had exchanged several blows before the coach and other players had time to separate them. The coach suspended them for the rest of the week. After a cooling shower Jimmy felt ready to shake hands with Bob, at the coach’s request, hut Boh felt gingerly of his rapidly swelling eye and growled something under his breath. It was during this forced session of hostilities that Jimmy, walking moodily home from school, saw his rival walking ahead of him with a girl. lie did not pay much attention to them at first, but as lie passed he saw that it was his blue-eyed friend. That was the final straw, for Jimmy who was used to strenuous exercise every evening, could not sleep until the small hours for disposing of his rival. At the end of the week Jimmy and Boh stood on the sidelines and watched Glenville win an easy victory and go into a tie for the county championship. It proved to he a costly game for Glenville. In the first quarter the right forward, and captain of the team, fell and hurt his knee. The accident did not seem serious at first and the sub finished the already won game. But the knee began to swell and by Wednesday it became apparent that Boh and Jimmy who were again in the game would have to play forwards in the game which was to decide the championship. Tn vain the coach tried to get them to play together. Basketball is the fastest game played and in a fast game a lot of the passing is done by instinct. No matter how fast their work was when playing with another forward, their playing became slow and uncertain when playing together, and quite often they would take difficult long shots when they could have passed to the other in a better position. The coach gave it up in despair and did his best to develop a sub to fill the captain’s position. Two forwards, who cannot play together, no matter how fast, are an absolutely useless combination on a basketball team. The gymnasium of Glenville High was filled an hour before the game began. They waited impatiently while a preliminary game was being played. A high cheer greeted the squads of the two teams, that were to play for the championship, as they ran out on the floor to get warmed up a bit before the game. A new basketball had been bought for the game and a famous referee from a college was to officiate. Jimmy went into forward for the first half as usual, with the sub playing the other injured captain’s place. A Hart Sehaffner Marx Suit is the bestrri-.,i r investment we know of. You can’t lose. M. Whitney Co.

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VICTROLAS VICTOR RECORDS BRUNSWICK PHONOGRAPHS H. B. KURTZ The Glenville High rooters took fresh heart when Jimmy returned to the game and cheered excitedly. Slowly the Glenville High team began to cut down the lead of their opponents, and when the third quarter ended the score stood 16-9. In the last quarter Glenville started off with a rush. Jimmy and Bob worked the ball down the floor in a series of lightning like passes and scored a goal apiece in the first two minutes of play. The score was now 16-18 and the crowd was on its toes yelling itself hoarse. The Glenville center dropped a long shot into the basket from the center of the floor and the crowd went mad. With the score 16-15 the Alberta’s captain called a conference and the game was again resumed. A minute later one of the Alberta’s guards shot a basket and Alberta again stepped into a three-point lead. With only three minutes to play GGlenville fought bitterly and finally got the ball under their basket. Jimmy took a quick shot but the ball rolled on the edge and fell out. Bob Martin jumped high above the tangled players under the basket and hit the ball and it fell through the rims squarely and Glenville was only one point behind. “One minute left to play,” the timekeeper shouted at the top of his lungs. Glenville’s center rushed for the ring and he knocked the ball out of the referee’s hands. With only thirty seconds to play the referee threw the ball into the air. The center had given Bob’s signal and be came in like a flash and while yet in the air passed the ball back to Jimmy. Jimmy shot for the basket and while the ball was in the air the timekeeper’s gun went off. The ball went through the basket without touching the rims. A hundred Glenville rooters were on the floor in an instant after Jimmy’s winning shot touched the floor. The whole Glenville team was gloriously carried out of the gym. After a shower Bob and Jimmy came out of the school and started for home. They were met at the door by Bob’s sister. “I waited all alone to take you home with the car,” she explained. “I knew you’d be tired.” “We’ll take Jimmy home first, sis; lie’s just as tired as 1 am.” “Jimmy, meet my sister Lucille.” “I believe Miss Lucille and I have met before,” observed Jimmy with a twinkle in his eyes. John Punkar, ’28. YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE A JUDGE' OF VALUES. We fully protect you. Fhe G. M. Whitney Co. —9—