Murray High School - Crest Yearbook (Murray, UT)

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30 THE CREST .- -YY-V -----Y-4 -,-----A-- ---' applause was deafening. As she turned to sit down, an usher handed her a large bouquet of pale pink half-blown roses, far excelhng Dorothy's in beauty. A wave of surprise swept quickly over the graduates. Who had sent those flowers? It was evident by the look on Jack's face that he had not been the donor. The class was completely mystified. After the exercises both girls received their share of congratulations. Kate's triumph was complete. They crowded around her, trying to find out who sent the roses, but only Kate herself ever knew, for she told no one how hard it had been to earn enough money for the purchase of those flowers. Uhr Elrimming 1541. Say, do you know what's up? asked Phil Bardon, shortstop for t-he Hilton nine. Haven't the slightest idea, evenly returned Louis Marlow, captain of the nearly famous nine. Well doesn't this beat the limit. Quent got a telegram last night and he has to leave on the afternoon train tomorrow for his home. I hardly know what is the reason for his sudden decision. I tried to get him not to go but all I could get out of him was. 'I guess I'll have to go'. You don't mean. to say that he has to leave ? asked Lou, being un- able to suppress the surprise in his voice. That's what he said, and we have that game with Weston tomorrow to decide the pennant. Holy Moses, Ralph is a good pitcher, all right, but when it comes to a pinch Quent can throw circles around him. When did you see Quent last? asked Lou. The last I saw of him was on the South steps, and with that Lou set out to Iind Quent. Quenten Reese, pitcher for the Hilton High School, was in a predica- ment and how to extract himself he did not know. He had just finished his last examination and was standing on the South steps trying to think of some way that he might stay for the game with Weston. In his eyes was a glint hardly ever seen and his mouth was twisted in a wry smile. Well, that's the way it goes, he muttered. Tomorrow is the game with Weston. We've always lost to them before and we wanted the pennant this year. I guess they can do without me, Ralph is as good a pitcher as 1 but I certainly would like to play in the game tomorrow. That won't help it, he told himself. I told Dad when I came to school last fall that when he needed me he was to send word and I'd come home. so itis home for me and Ralph as pitcher tomorrow. What's this I hear about your going home,'?. inquired a voice behind him, and Quenten turned to face Louis. r HYGS, I have to EO, replied Quenten. Dad sent melword last night and I have to keep my word. .ig , i Have l30.g0 H0thiHg, burst out Louis. 'Youwcavrnft go and we won't.let you. Just think what it means to us if we should, win the pennant. We won the last game from them by one run and you can just bet on it that