Mount Pleasant High School - Tattler Yearbook (Mount Pleasant, IA)

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CCH E 'CA R GE T 6'Of coursc not-cut that man out-OUT I say! Almost over-over- lost on at fumble! He sank back with a groan. J im, what was it you lost? Let's look, maybe we can find it. A yell from the crowd drowned her reply and he struggled to his feet again. They've got it! Some old light! You can't keep 'em down. Hurrah --whoopie! Hang on to the pig-skin-! What is it? Why, I'm telling you. This is a scientiiic explanation. Just listen-I'm telling you all-Hit for that chalk-push it over! They're going--tl1ey're going-! No, Margot dear, they aren't telling each other a secret, they're giving signals. Just listen-I'm telling youewoowie-punt, you mad-man, punt! It's your only chance! A pretty one. You'll get a write-up for that, my boy! Over you go! Woowie-whoop, whoop-hurrah! They're over, Margot, they're over, old girl! The girl looked at him in dismay. As the exultant crowd surged through the gates, the boy was fairly brimming over with enthusiasm. A fine game, what? And you understand it all, don't you? Some grand little explainer, I am! So excited was he that he failed to notice the expression which flick- ered over the gir1's face. - Yes, I understand it thoroughly and I'm sure that I would compre- hend any play that they would make. You don't know how much I appre- ciate your efforts. This has been one exciting afternoon. But you haven't told me yet whether they use a bat or whether they toss it through a hoop. They couldn't pick it up from the ground with so many out there this afternoon, so I didn't know which they were trying to do. Dumbell! under his breath. What did you say about a bell? I didnit see any bell. Oh, I said that you were the belle of the afternoonf, and smiling down at her, he ducked her hand through his arm and they rushed to join the fast-forming parade which was to celebrate the victory. 6ylKQEQBNaIRvblKd6hl KdblRd4h2ldk!kWORdW2lvk!m!NDMN!MkN2Ml9klFQ9

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THE 'CAR GE T Nlargotls First Football Game By IVIARTPIA CRANE,'25 T was a brilliant October afternoon. The air was crisp and a blue autumn haze h'ung low over the huge stadiumi. Bands played. Yell leaders went through their usual contortions before a howling mob of excite- ment-mad students. It was a big day in the University town. Old rivals were to lock horns on the gridiron once more. It was also a great day in Margot's life. Had not she, a shy freshman, captured the handsomest and most popular senior on the campus and was she not attending her first football game? Great waves of cheers were rolling over the vast crowd as the two entered the stadium. Margot grasped her pennant tightly in her hand Goodness J lm do they always make this much noise? she lnqulred doubtfully Yep J ust wfumin up They ll strike their stride soon don t worry! You l now J 1m I don t know much about football Do they strike It with at bat or do they throw it through a hoop? For 1 moment fi hard cold look came into his eyes but lancin at the trim figure at his side and the anxiously upturned face he softened Oh I ll tell you all about it as they mal e the plays he laughed One great err-splittin yell arose and all leaped to their feet. Jim grasped the girl and half dragged her from her seat beside him There they are' Here come the tigei s' TVOODIGH But Jim why I don t see any tif ers I didnt know they had ani nrals at a football game Swallowinf hard he looked at her That s what they call the eleven Just wait till you see lem light! You'll think they're tigers for sure! deafening din. Poor Margot shrank back C et your man I id! lim was on his feet again Kill em!! Dont let 'em pass, fellows Kill them why Jim' Lets go 11 ht away Do they really kill them in the game? No answer f1o1n Jim. None wts needed What are they tryin to do now? You said that you would tell me as they played All right listen and don t talk' Ill tell the plays 'ts they go-look out for a pass there!-Down that fellow! Gee-he got it! There he goes for twenty yards!! Rub his head in the dirt! Hoople-Ra-W raw! J 1m what IS a pass? You saw It didnt you Hurdle that line' That s a baby you can t stop us-touchdown!! J 1111 babies don t play football do they? c ' V H . . . H . . . A . S . ' ' g . , l ' ' ' - ' 99 X , , . 75 l ' ' 1 I ' v N7 g . gl f , . ii , 1 17 L L i ,as Y . U' 4 1 i i ' I g' ll 1 i 3, 1 c CC ' I, 1 ' ' ' 71 . if - . e It g . - I! , g - . KK 7 - 71 D As the two teams leaped into action the crowd and the bands let out a sz I V' va - . - - xi ' 1 a L, ' r , X . - c A i . ,. 77 ' , --4 f- ' . r 'Q f g . ' ' 7? rs v L ' fl ' H! la ' ' Q , 3 1 , . L 77 I lt ' ' 77 , . Si ' ' 7 ' , 1 Q ' L 37 gl ' I ' 7 77 ? 3 ' Hibamwwrmwmwwwwawwwwwwuwmmwmmnmmwwwwvww - r4L95'i

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