Mechanic Arts High School - M Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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THE HMM HAH these menf' continued the coach, 'cstart the game with the addition of one more. A few days ago, one of the boys in this room made a mistake. I thought, at the time, he was yellow, and told him so, but this man has proved that he is worthy of a place on the team. Tomorrow he receives his chance. Tomorrow Jimmy Dyke starts at right halff, Something entered Jimmy, a strange feeling, a power, a something that made him want to do something great for the coach and for the school. The next'day saw a Random football man raised to the heights of stardom. The score was six to nothing in the favor of Coldren and the last quarter had just started. Jimmy had taken the ball against a stone wall and when the scrimmage was untangled, he was dragged from beneath a heap of players, unable to regain his feet. He lay on the grass, a huddled heap, blood smearing his forehead. A surgeon and trainer doused and bandaged him and presently he staggered to his feet. He had to stay in the game, he was the only man to gain through the strong Coldren defense. Jimmy set his teeth with determination and hobbled to his station. Wherl, at length, the stubborn retreating Randon line had been driven back deep in her own territory, they showed that they could hold fast in the last hope. The Coldren attack crumpled against them, as if it had struck a stone wall. P Coldren then lost the ball on downs and Randon started up the field inch by inch. The third down and eight to go. Oh! How long those eight yards were! The quarterback called. 61.5-58-32-6-9-lf' It was Jimmy's signal, the ball zipped back into his cut and bleeding hands. ' His comrades managed to rip open a hole for him, he plunged through, popped clear of the line, fell to his knees, recovered his footing and plunged onward, ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty yards. Jimmy's head was in a whirl, he could not see where he was going. He knew he held the pigskin under his arm. The stands were in an uproar. Jimmy used every ounce of strength in his legs and sped on which way, he did not know. Suddenly, he was hit about the knees and he fell hard to the ground, the ball still in his arms. He faintly heard the whistle of the timekeeper over the roar of the so manyAwheels in his head. The roar in his ears became louder and louder until it snapped and all was quiet. When Jimmy regained consciousness, he was lying on the trainer's table. Sev- eral people were talking somewhere in the room. The trainer was rubbing his legs, and arms and body. A towel was wrapped about his aching head. Jimmy opened his eyes and sat up. Oh, how that head hurt! Oh, you came to, did you? Just lie down and he quiet and I'll fix you up. It was the trainer's voice. Did we win? Jimmy asked in a barely audible voice. You won, old man, replied the trainer. Big tears sprang up in Jimmy's eyes and started slowly down his cheeks. Do they still think Pm yellow?', he asked as the trainer gently made him lie down. You played a splendid game, Jimmy, the whole school is proud of you.', That night after the game Jack called Jimmy to the telephone. It's Mary, he whispered as he handed the receiver to Jimmy. And she wants you to take her to the dance after the bonfire tonight. Congratulations, old boy. Jack, smiling broadly, passed out into the hall. Suddenly, he stopped. Wwhat was Jimmy saying? , So sorry, Mary, but I am in training and dances are out. Too late hours, you know. Page Nine

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GGM99 PERCY DOES A BIT OF GOOD By NIARVIN KREIDBERG, 730 Mr. Horace Van Slyn was striding hither and yon about his office with all the gentleness and bonhomie of an emotional lioness who has been deprived of her cubs and her supper and is well aware of both grievances. The outer office, ab- solutely stuffed with clerks, stenographers, and the other whatnots that flit about in offices, radiated as cheerful and optimistic an air as must have been felt in the dens of Christian martyrs, just before the lions were fed. Into this atmosphere of joyous, light-hearted gayety bounced Percival Van Slyn. Not that Percy bounced in willingly. Percy could have mentioned at least half a dozen other places where he would have preferred to be. Percy, with no haste or eagerness, picked his way through the office and stopped at an imposing door, on whose frosted panel was engraved: H. Van Slyn Private Nerving himself, Percy grasped the knob, opened the door, and then dashed in -as far as the threshold. Percy was trying hard to remember that rummy thing the Roman gladiators used to recite just before they carved each other. Horace Van Slyn, when the door opened, pivoted around and roared, 6'Get in here, you fool! Percy got in. Various business opponents had, at diverse times, attempted to arouse Van Slyn's passions, they had called him names, bounced threats off him, and one in- genious gentleman had poured himself a drink of Van S1yn's choice liquor and had then poured the drink into Van Slyn's face. But Van Slyn had displayed no more passion than an iceberg in a haughty mood and the business chappies had gone off broken hearted. But Horace never saw his son, Percy, without coming dangerously close to a state of apoplexy. It would have done the hearts of the various business chappies an unestimable amount of good had they but seen Horace at the present instance. Manfully endeavoring to repress his choler, Horace lit a cigar and absently put the burning end into his mouth. Percy snickered delightedly, and then became solemnly solicitous. Why, demanded Horace after easing the interior of his mouth with a pitcher of water, did you have to exhibit your pugilistic proclivities in a public hotel? Well, exclaimed Percy, I reserved a table in the hotel-jolly little supper and all that-and the table was reserved and it wasn't reserved. What I mean, the head waiter laddie marked the table reserved, but this Lan- cey didn't see eye to eye with the head waiter, the blighter dashed well appropriated the table. When I popped in- With whom? demanded Van Slyn. With whom, oh yes, with whom, enlightened Percy dazedly, O, you want to know with whom I came, quite. Why, there were Reggie and some ladies, absolutely, Reggie and some ladies. Ladies? wondered Horace, Quite,', agreed Percy, hurrying on. HI said to this Lancey onion, 'Depart hencef He said no. Well, what was I to do? Matter of principle to stand up for one's rights, don,t you know. Look at Washington and these other chappies-abso- lutely abound in histories. Consider what the world thinks of them: heroes and all that. X Washington, pointed out Van Slyn, Ndid not go around hotel cafes striking gentlemen. Why, later in the evening, did you hurl buns at the other diners? Really, inquired Percy surprised, did I do that? But bun throwing proves that I was er-exuding exuberance and good spirits, and all that sort of thing? Page Eleven