Le Roy Central School - O At Kan Yearbook (Le Roy, NY)

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Page Twenty-six T H E R E D .A ND BLACK Com mencement Number his most bewildering curves across the plate. Benton had been so sure of winning that they had grown careless. The first man had gone to bat, recklessly and throwing jests to the crowd. He struck out. So did the one who fol- lowed him, and the next. The grandstand became a howl- ing mob. Then Urandalton began to score. Buddy played as he never had before but it. seemed as if he were moving in a dream. Finally the score stood 10-10- It was the last inning and Urandalton was up to bat. The Benton pitcher was determined that Grandalton should not score. Ex- citement, which had been at a high pitch all through the game. died down for a while, the spectators worn out with shouting. Suddenly Benton realized what was happening. Three t'randalton men on bases and the red headed player up to bat- - So much depended on him! Buddy glanced around: at Nora standing by the bleachers with Jim, at The Turtlej' which had carried them to Benton in record-breaking time, at Percival slumped in the sub bench, at the pitcher, who was grimly sizing him up. He drew a deep breath and held his bat lightly: he did 11ot swing it as the others had but held it still. Then the ball was coming toward him. He struck and missed. Again he struck and again he missed. One more strike! A deadly quiet had fallen over the watchers. Buddy knew that all Urandalton was holding its breath. Again the ball was curving toward him. He struck --4. Every person was on his feet. Vp. up. soared the ball. It Seemed to be going into the very clouds. And in the 1119311- time. Buddy and the other three were tearing round the diamond, every muscle straining, while the Benton players were frantically begging their out-fielders to catch it. But the ball flew on de- and over the high fence which sur- rounded the athletic field. As Buddy slid home in a cloud of dust hc heard a great shouting and stamping. The game was theirs, 14-10. ' Buddy rose a bit unsteadily to his feet. Lee Brayford was pounding him on the back and shouting, XVe've won, man! We've won! Buddy, old boy. you've saved the day for Crandalton. Bob Mt-Knight turned a hand-spring and came up in front of Buddy. grinning. lVhat does it feel like to be a hero? Won! Your name will go down in the annals of U. H. S. as the hero who won the Benton Game. Buddy started at his two friends in blank amazement. Then he beheld a multitude of Urandalton students rush- ing down on him and yelling, lVho's the hero of Crandalton High 'B Xvllll hit the pill clear up to thesky? Buddy Mac! Buddy Mac! For the fraction of a second Buddy stood, then he bolt- ed. A cry went up. Hey NVhere are YOU 20illSI'! For the love of Pete! Come back. Buddy! Don't let him get away ! t atch him ! Straight to the car sped Buddy. where Nora was wait- ing for him. Jim, seeing and unde ment, had hastily cranked The rstanding his predica- Turtle. lion-hearted. on being hailed a hero, retreat. Great guns. Nora, he gasped le seat. Did you hear that? They t For Buddy the was beating a hasty aping i11to the driver's hink I won the game. Let's get out of here quick. Oh, lordy! Nora was laughing so hard that speak hut she knew Buddy's horror of managed to say. The hole in the The entire student body, bent dashed up just as the little green vanished the way it had come. Crandalton. Urandalton! Sis boom bah! Buddy. Buddy! Rah, rah, rah! The yells died away and they Nora was the first to speak. Here they come l she could scarcely facing a crowd and fence ! 011 Cill' congratulating Buddy, right-about-faced and sped along in silence. 0 , it was just glori- ous. And even though you'll never a hero, Buddy. Aw, please. Nora. don't begin If you hadn't come for me 1 wouldn't have gone. We couldn't have gotten there withou how, we probably would have won that last strike I made was pure l if Nora smiled knowingly to hersel Buddy, glancing sidewise at comfortably. Well, let's say 'The hc suggested- ' her d it it. you are a real that, begged Buddy., t 'The Turtle? Any- Lee had pitched. And uck f. , saw and tiushed un- 'llurtle' won the day, All right. I'll agree on one condition. conceded Nora, laughing. XVell '? HI heard Jim say that you and he are going fishing to-morrow. May I go, too, please Buddy? Your mother won't let you. Eagerly. I'll skip out-the back way and --. Aw, what do you want to go for? You know you're scared of the worms. Well, indignantly. they wiggle and squirm just a wful. Youll yell and scare the fish will continued Buddv But th 1 - L ' 9 brown eyes wl1icl1 he kept fixed This was like the old Nora. f'No, I won't scare 'em, Buddy. blue- I 'spose I'll have to let you c . 1 probably be out riding with Pei And he knocked C. H. S. all of about something cheerful. Hum-m! Well then. how a That IIPNV Yvestern serial begins. grown the 'Continued next Satu falls over the cliff,' kind? re -iva away. You know you was a twinkle in his steadfastly on the road. Honest true, black and ome. I thought you'd l Anthony. n. All he talked about 0h. Buddy. he bored me to deatl was his wonderful ancesters, and l the time. Oh.. let's talk bon wonderful friends. iis .t the movies to-nif-Thi? But maybe you've out- rda y. come and see who

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Commencement Number TIH E R E D A N D B L A C K Pa ge Twenty-five I have been so horrid? Percival has made himself unpopu- lar with all the worth while boys and girls. 1've treated poor Buddy dreadfully since he said he didn't like Percival and I wouldn't listen to Edith when she tried to tell me about him. But I listened to him meekly when he talked about out little country schoolj the 'clownish boys' and laughed about 'Main street! Why? Simply because his money, wonderful car, and stunning clothes, dazzled me, I suppose. And it has taken this to wake me up to the realization of my own folly. Oh. you are a nice one, she told her reflection. trying to look and act about ten years older just to make an impression. Nora O'Malley! You deserve to be hated. Perhaps it was not quite an hour later when Mrs. 0'- Malley called, Nora! Phone call. Jim wants you. She made no comment on her daughters changed ap- pearance as she hurried down the stairs. Nora's hair hung in its customary short curls and she was wearing a white linen dress which she had discarded because it made her look too young- Nora ? came her brother's voice. Yes, t'randalton is losing. although we have played but two innings. Urandalton QA----M losing --A. Yes It's this fancy Boston guy. He's no good. Ben- ton's taking bases o11 balls as fast as he pitches 'em over. Jimi We can't lose. We can't- Tl1ey won last year and But I tell you we will- If it e11ds as it has -begun. Benton will have a big score piled up against us. unless ,- Jim, Jim. wailed Nora. Listen to me. C. H. S. is going to lose as sure as fate unless we get a good pitcher mighty quick. Third in- ning has just begun. Do you happen to know a good one with red hair! You mean ---if---? Yes, Get him here unless you want Prandalton to taste defeat again. You'll have to hurry. And, Nora m.-3 But she had already hung up. Snatching up a favorite old scarlet sport jacket, Nora pulled it on as she ran up the street at top speed. dignity thrown to tl1e winds. A breathless little whirlwind dashed into the M4-Allister living room and fairly pulled Buddy from his chair. Quick! she gasped. t'randalton's losing! It's Percival! He can't pitch -f--. Come on -Q. You've got to get there ---. But Nora. protested Buddy. They didn't want me- They thought he was better. I'm 11ot going to horn in now. Buddy McAllister. Nora stamped her foot. Don't you dare talk like that! They didn't know! But they know now. What do you care about those boys? Personal feelings shouldn't cou11t: the big thing is for Crandalton to win. She was unconciously expressing the words that Jim had told her were Buddy's- Is your baseball suit here? Then go and get it on. I'll give you tive minutes. All right, Buddy's voice was jubilant as he took the stairs three steps at a time. tearing off his sweater. Get out 'The Turtlef The folks are using the big car. Exactly seven minutes later, the little green car shot out of the drive Way, narrowly missed the silent policeman at the corner, and whirled past a startled pedestrian. Once out of town, they went even faster. Fields, farm houses. telephone poles. flashed by. People turned to stare at the flying car with its two occupants: a red haired boy in a baseball suit and a dark haired girl at the wheel. Third inning is probably about over, shouted Buddy. Nora nodded and opened her mouth to speak but was stopped by a low report. A blow-out! And the spare tire is in the garage. groaned Buddy. We are right i11 front of a farm house. exclaimed Nora. They knocked and called in vain. No-body home! Nora looked at Buddy. despair in her eyes. Then her face lighted. 'Tm sure I saw a car through that open barn door. Let's see! No sooner said than done. There was a rather dilapi- dated Ford, and Nora cried out with joy. An extra tire was strapped at the rear. Take it, Buddy. quick! The car? No, No! The tire. , But --Q, murnmred Buddy. But, nothing! Bring it along. I'll copy the name off their mailbox and we'll semi 'em the money later. In a short time they were once more .skimming the white road with the smoke from Benton factories curling upward in the distance. The down hearted and hopeless members of the Cran- dalton team were just about to take their places for the fifth inning. There came a crash, and through an opening in the fence flashed a home made green racer. With a SO1'99C'llill2 of brakes it slid to a sudden stand-still almost at the edge of the diamond. As a red haired boy leaped from the car. a wave of noise swept the l'randalton section of rooters: the tense faces of the players relaxed and they crowded around him with shouts of joy. The Benton pitch- er sauntered over to the group, a sneer twisting his lips. Better get out while the gettings good. Score is S to tl in favor of us,'y he informed the new-comer. That so? questioned Buddy. slanting his cap jauntily over 0119 eye. We'll have to see what we can do to change that. After a few brief explanations the players went on to the field. There was one ditference. however. Percival Anthony Chesterton was reposing on the substitute bench. a sullen look on l1is face. while Buddy was in his usual place. Good night, groaned a Benton rooter. Look at that red headed guy pitch. If this keeps up And he had cause to worry for Buddy was pitching

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Commencement Number T H E R E D A N D B L A C AK' Page Twenty-seven Oh, 1et's! I haven't seen a single episode of a serial for ages. Percival thinks they are vulgar and poor taste but I like 'em. As she got out at the corner of Court St., Nora heaved a sigh of relief. My, it seems nice to be young again. Its dreadfully hard trying to be grown-ups before one really is. I advise you not to try it. I thought it all out when we were driving to Benton in 'The Turtle' and I' decided I'd try being myself for a change, and she ran lithely up the front steps. Buddy chuckled. We-ll. 'Turt1e,' I guess you won the day in more ways than one. -Betty Brown. - The Hadclam Ghost - About 1864. the little town of Haddam was thrown into a state of excitement by the report of.a small boy who claimed to have seen a ghost in old Mr. Lord's meadow. The lad said that as he was coming home from his aunt's, about ten o'clock. it was necessary for him to cross the meadow. When he was half way over. he saw something move on the stile that crossed the fence. He approached nearer and saw that it was a girl of about eighteen. As he started towards her she vanished, and the boy. terribly frightened, scampered home. People did not take much stock in this story, laying it to an over indulgence in ginger cookies, but never-the-less. the next night quite a few re- sponsible. and otherwise, citizens went quietly out to have a look. The next morning the report went about town that the boy had not lied. for a great many people had seen the ghost with their own eyes. The natives spent many days wondering whose ghost it was, but nobody could think of a death in Mr. Lord's meadow. Finally, when the excitement had almost 'died down, it broke out again and rose to a fever heat. An old sea captain. Richard Chalker by name. remembered that when he was about twenty years old a girl friend of his had been killed in that lneadow. She was terribly afraid of cows. and when coming home from school. she had to go through Mr. Lord's meadow, in which there were a few of the animals. She got safely across the field and mount- ed the stile. As she started to get down she turned and saw a cow coming towards her. 'Thinking it was after her. she jumped and fell. apparently dead- The next day she was buried, and a great many people attended her fun- eral. As the service was being read. the Captain thought he saw her move but later decided it had been just his imagination. That was the end of Chalker's story. The curious wanted the body dug up and so, after get- ting a permit f1'om the village clerk, they proceeded to eX- hume it. As the casket. which was still whole. was brought to the surface. a hush fell over the people. craning their necks to see. The undertaker waited a few minutes and then began to carefully remove the cover- Inside was the skeleton of a young woman and it was lyiny on its face! The girl had been buried alive! Curious enough, after the skeleton had been put in its proper position. no ghost was ever seen in Mr. Lord's meadow. But in Haddam. even to this day. no one if he is in his proper mind, ever crosses the meadow. -'2G. School Day Memories Uh. our golden school days Are the happiest and the best, And we'll remember them When we've forgotten all the rest. Football games and dances Classmates and colors too Will still be precious memories No matter what we do., And as we turn the pages Of a faded Red and Black, Dear faces, times, and places Will all come trooping back. The dear old hall for study Will rise before our gaze, The teachers, books, and class rooms Of those carefree, happy, days. And there will be a cherished place Within each loyal heart For dear old Le Roy High School Where we too once took part. -B. B. '23. On the Road to Mandalay Dearest : Don't Leave Me Sweetheart! You are all the World to Me. My Red-headed Gal. and I Cannot Live Without You, I Hear You Calling Me, At Dawningf' In The Evening By the Bright Light. and Anytime, Anyplace, .knywl1e1'e. I Love You Truly and If You Don't Think No You're Crazy, Molly, Darlin. Fly With Me to Caro- lina In the Morning and There My Caravan Has Restcdf' We'll Let the Rest of the World Go The Ileaming Eyes. Haunt Me, Taunt Me. All Thru the Night, Bright Eyes. I'll Say That I Love You. All By My- self, I Am Longiug For You but Why Should I Cry Over You? Tell Me- 'Til lVe Meet Again. - Lovin' Sam Rare Bits From Le Roy Locals The prices of board in Le Roy are modern, so almost anyone can afford them. Two negatives make an intirmative. Cyrus XV. Field invented field glasses. Biology has taught 1119 that hot and cold baths are both dangerous. By hot baths you might be scalded and by cold baths you might get cramps and die.