Muskegon High School - Said and Done Yearbook (Muskegon, MI)

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the purple and white, some of the blue and gold. The two con- tingencies could easily be distinguished in the mass of color. As the boys came on the field, a large shout was given. They made a pretty picture in their purple and white sweaters. A little preliminary practice was gone through, then time was called. The two teams lined up with Frank in his old position. He eagerly scanned the sea of faces for one that he longed to see, but she was not there. Then he kept his eyes on the ball. The opponents started with the ball and slowly forced the home team down the field. The tive-yard line was reached and the University boys baaced. Not a foot could the opponents win and they lost the ball on downs. The University boys could do no better. The teams were Well matched. They in turn lost the ball and it was only a matter of a few moments when the op- ponents scored a touchdown: but they failed to kick goal. The first half closed with the score 5 to 0 in favor of the University visitors. The second half was played with more de- termination on the part of the University boys. For the first twenty minutes the ball was passed from one team to the other on downs. Then gradually the boys were forced to their ten- yard line where they obtained the ball on a foul. Only three more minutes to play and the score against them. Loud and clear came the signals from the captain-14-19-31-53-29. The team waited in suspense. It was Frank's hrst chance at the ball. Would the new play work? They had tried it but once during the entire season. With a rush the fullback took the ball for a line-buck, but when he reached the line Frank was there, and taking the ball he quickly dodged out of the crowd and started down the Held. He had a long clear run ahead except for the opposing fullback who had not been in the play: But he easily knocked him down and the crowd cheered Frank on. With a dash he darted' forward. He was now only twenty yards from the goal. Could he make it? Would he make it? were the whis- pers among the crowd. Ten more yardsg, five more: only one more to make. He was tackled, but his own weight carried him over. The score was now even and how the crowd hooted and yelled. The goal was kicked and the University team won the game. The people fairly went wild with joy. Frank was carried off the field on the boys' sholders and was proclaimed the hero of the season. The day passed. The next day the papers were full of accounts of Frank's long run and his sensational playing throughout the game. He was ahero. Every one praised him but Margaret. If she would only tell him how glad she was that he had saved the game, how happy he would be. He heard nothing from her until Sunday afternoon when he received an- other little pink envelope. She could bear it no longer. She -901

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Ebe jfirst Eoucbbown. AA1vv BY CARI. VAUGIIAN. E QT was Wednesday. evening before Thanksgiving. The night v was crisp and bright and the moon cast long shadows on the still campus. The next day was to be the great day in the football season, and Frank Gordon, the quarterback of the Uni- versity team, pondered as he walked slowly across the quad- rangle for his regular mid-week call. One would suppose that his thoughts would have been of nothing but football tactics at that time. They were there, but they were crowded into the background by the vision of a fair face and that vision became fairer as he reached a little house on a side street and touched the bell. He noticed when Margaret received him at the door that she looked troubled. He wondered why, for she was usu- ally as bright as the sunshine itself. What is the matter, Miss Margaret? was his first question, You do not look well. - It is the thoughts of tomorrow's game. Oh Frank, I wish you wouldn't play. I'm sure you will be hurtg just think! If you should have your leg broken or a rib, how awful that would be. Why, Miss Margaret, I couldn't think of not playing now. Here it is Wednesday and the men have all been selected. and they have no one whom' they can substitute for a quarterback. I don't care, she said, I think you might get out of it. But I don't want to, I want to play. Oh well, if you will play. I suppose you must, Margaret said, and gave her head a little toss. You may imagine the feeling and chill that prevaded the conversation after that. The evening wore away, and when it came time to go, instead of being asked to call again as usual. he received only acold Good Night! Thursday morning came, and with it a note in a little pink envelope. It read as follows: MR. FRANK: I think it is just too bad of you to play today. I shall not go to the game, and furthermore I shall be angry with you. - MISS MARGARET. Naturally such a note would make any young man feel blue. But what could he do. There was no substitute to take his place and the Western championship was to be contested. It seemed hard to have to play against her wishes, but how could he refuse? He would play. H: would play hard, with all his mind and strength. If he was hurt he would not care. Afternoon came. Thousands of people were on the grounds, Never before had there been such a crowd to witness a Thanks- giving game. The grandstand and bleachers were crowded. Tally Ho's were filled with enthusiastic young people-some of ' -89-

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must see him and had taken this wav of asking him to call in the evening. This time she met him with smiles instead of frowns. Oh Mr. Frank. I am so glad you came. I was afraid that you wouldn't come. But you will forgive me, won't you, and forget what I said to you? Iam so happy now that you played and saved the game. I felt so sorry after I had written that note to you. I could not then goto the game and really enjoy it. I have not dared to write until this afternoon. I do wish you would tell me all about it. Here is some paper: make a. little diagram as you tell it. Soon the two were in earnest discus- sion over the game. And did you make that long run, Mr. Frank? asked Margaret. eagerly indicating on the diagram. Call me Frank, won't you please: every one else does but you, he said. Not unless you promise to call me Margaret instead of Miss Margaret. Then she smiled and showed her pretty dimples. He promised: and as their heads came close to- gether, the first real touchdown was made. The score was 0 to O in Cupid's favor. vxAm4v El lpaesing Glloub. Our Latin class one day trooped in, With lessons ready to begin, When we received dark looks of scorn, lAh, we remember well the mJrn,l Foretelling all too well the doom That would befall us in that room, If we should too severely try That fount of patience, almost dry. No merry laughing would she brook, Nor idle word, nor careless look. Our Dreamer. building all in vain, A castle fair in far-off Spain, Received a meaning glance which rent His dreams in vain and through him sent A thrill of awe, for scivil se Poenas daturum max esse. Through carelessness another erred And soon reproving words he heard. To one, who slyly watched the clock, Whose hands moved slow with each- tick-tock, It seemed that they would never tell The time for the dismissal bell. The longed for sound was heard at last Which told the trying hour was past. Many a lamp burned late that night, And shed its rays on many a wight Who pondered o'er the next day's work. Which now he did not dare to shirk For fear he would again forget The proper mood of faceret- The lessons learned: the clock struck one: He sought his bed with duty done. Next day, with lessons well in hand- A common thing you understand- Again we ta that room repaired. But, lo! The clouds had disappeared. The pearl of Faith, again replaced Upon the brow it so well graced, Made light and sunshine in the room, Where we had thought to ind but gloom. From this experience, so stern, We did this useful lesson learn, That if, as through out lives we go, We strive to do the best we know To win the love and trust sincere Of everyone we hold most dear, Instead of frowns on faces fair. We'1l see smiles rest triumphant there. M. B., Class of 1901. -91-