Jesuit High School - Blue Jay Yearbook (New Orleans, LA)

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.rxislaxlet a ?O1fiQfCivfiE :QfC3fci-fizfblfjiglblfbfL'-'.i'.1'GfD'f.Y'li-Ef'2f.T?f-iii He had known B111 before. It was the girl. Who was she? He asked Tom. QQQQ Tom knew her. She was Eunola Lea. Gosh, what a sweet name, Eunola. And then Tom introduced him to her, but he was cut before he had taken two steps. He could picture now that gold hair, those laughing blue eyes, ,,,ff.2 upturned chin, and roguish lips. She had then danced with Bill again. Bill 5,319 really was good looking and then he was a star athlete at State, but why ease did he have to dance so much with her? Bob had then selected a corner from where he could keep a watchful eye on his lady love. And then- egg wonder of wonders--she was coming towards him. He had danced with her but once, and she was coming to talk to him. What of it, if she was bring- QMQ ing Bill with her. He pictured himself fighting a duel with Bill under the QMS 245 11 ' k f A .1 h 1-. ' ' 'l 1 s . : if! over angmg oa s or- n t en s e topped She was saying to Elsie ggi Meet our hero- the rest trailed off. ' The words now moved him to something akin to pain, something near 5,555 his heart. He knew that if he were really in love he could feel it there. He was just about to let out one triumphant shout when he remembered that 97 he had eaten no dinner. 7' Gzt' 93 C-3 'im tab - , r 4:4 9'2.,.1o M55 lt was Bob s nature to be humble. And although he saw Her at dances gag, several times afterwards, and always danced with Her, he had never asked for a date She thought Bob was so popular, although he was no great athlete, nor had he ever won a contest for any sort of pulchritude. He was somewhat of a football player, it is true, but he was no star like Bill. Bill was captain and star, and an imposing figure both on and off the gridiron. Ages Mfg Bob went to sleep that night and visions of sugar plums danced in his h d B h 1 E H fi 1 M512 ea . ut t e sugar p ums were unola. e even gured out a p an to NEW make her proud of him so that when she ever had an occasion to introduce him to anyone she could say, Meet our hero. Somehow that phrase sank deep. And it hurt. Bill was a hero alright, but he wouldn't have been if his ag? 1' . ga-95 team as a whole hadn't helped him out. And when his plan had finally C919 straightened itself out it was as simple as Greek: he was to go out for the 2836 football team again next year and work his head off. Then he was to star in every game, and finally become indispensable to the team. He would M56 have to let some of the fellows score one or two touchdowns, but that was SEQ, all. He would score the rest. And then, just before the final game, he would G25 complain to one of the fellows of sharp, stabbing pains in his right side. Of course he would say with a great spirit of martyrdom and self-resignation, No, it isn't appendicitis. But it rather annoys me at times. Then he ggi would go into the game and score the only and winning touchdown, but SEM just as he crossed the goal line someone would tackle him and he would mg? pass into the land of pleasant oblivion. The ambulance would drive post- lgaflil haste to the stadium and he would be quickly put in, and Eunola would be holding his battle-stained hand. But afterward, when he had made a rapid QQIQ recovery, she would say, Meet our hero, to the group of admiring and grim fines gaping people. as CP . 22 951. gf.- N56 'iii 2095 paavriqsrpjqwfqvrvgfrxvagarpag r:0Q1'fx?fJae'zC?0a'2,:zC?f2:e.::wf

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