Piedmont High School - Tris Yearbook (Piedmont, WV)

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,. Pa 1926 1 But their visits were in vain, because he always gave the same answer, A rule is a rule. As a result Kate was not put in as forward. The substitute for Kate missed basket after basket that Kate would have made. In fact, she couldn't even hold the ball. So we can readily see why the score at the end of the first quarter was four to eight in favor of ScottdaIe's opponents. As Kate sat on the side line watching Scottdale's Wonderful record be- ing ruined by incompetent players she fought a battle with her conscience. Something within her made her want to tell Mr. Brookes her story but still her pride kept her from saying anything to him. Then the whistle blew. One half of the game was over. The last quar- ter had been worse for Scottdale than the first one because they had not scored one point the whole quarter. Everybody realized that if Kate would be put in the game, Scottdale would have a chance. Alice knew that if she would tell Mr. Brookes Why Kate had failed to make a passing mark in Eng- lish that Kate would be put into the game. Still she hesitated. She had promised Kate not to tell anyone. When the whistle for the first half blew, Kate was still undecided. But as soon as she saw the score, which was four to fourteen, she made up her mind to tell Mr. Brookes. She told him and he said that she could be put in the game immediately and that she would have another examination in English. So when the third quarter started Kate was put in as forward. The crowd yelled because they knew that Scottdale had a chance now. No sooner had the game started than Kate began to make baskets. She could get away from her guard, so this made scoring, for Kate, an easy job. At the end of the third quarter the game was a tie, fourteen to fourteen. Such yelling had never been heard in Scottdale gym- nasium. The fourth quarter started out with first a basket for Scottdale and then a basket for their opponents. This kept up until one minute before the game ended. The score was twenty to twenty. Kate realized that there was but a moment to play and she roused her already exhausted body for one more attempt. With cat-like agility she caught the pass from the cen- ter and evaded the ever-present guard. Just as the ball left her hands the referee's whistle shrilly sounded the end of the contest. The ball hit the backboard, twirled around the edge of the basket and then swished through the net. The crowd hardly realized the significance of the shot but they rose in one mighty yell to pay honor to Scottdale High School and Kate. EVA ABRAMSON '27 Page fifty-two

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is l iiiatnfs Qatar Kate Biggs was a girl about fourteen years old. She was about five feet five inches high, had dark hair, and blue eyesg in other words she was a very pretty girl. Having finished eight grades in a country school Kate decided that she wanted to finish high school. As a result she came to Scottdale to stay with her Aunt Sarah while she went to Scottdale High School.. Kate got along very well in her studies and was a member of the basket ball team at Scottdale. Having told you about Kate, let us go on with the story. At this time we find Kate in her room trying to study for her last exam- ination that is to take place the following morning. She had got a letter that day from home saying that her mother was ill. In her mind she was fighting a battle. Should she study for the examination or should she go home to see her mother? This was the question that confronted her. At last she decided to go home and stay all night. Kate lived ten miles out of Scottdale. She told her aunt and was soon on her way home. It was half past eight when she arrived at her house. She stayed with her mother all night and started back to Scottdale early in the morning. She arrived at her aunt's house just in time to get breakfast and to arrive at school on time. On her way to school Kate happened to remember about the examina- tion that morning. She had been :so excited that she had forgotten to even look at the book. The examination was to be on a subject that Kate always fell down in, English. But 'she decided to say nothing about her trip the night before. At last the examination was over. It was the last one too, but Kate knew that she had failed to pass the course, because she didn't have good dai- ly grades and had failed to know the material asked for in the examination. She felt so bad about this that she had to tell some one, so she confided in her best friend, Alice Robinson. She told her about her trip home, but made Alice prom.ise to keep it a secret. The girls on the Scottdale basket ball team were to play the next week for the championship of the Eastern Section of the State of West Virginia. The star forward on the team was Kate. But now she would not be allowed to play because she had failed in one study. There was a rule in Scottdale High School that if a person on the team failed to make at least seventy in every subject he or 'she would not be allowed to play on the team. Scottdale was the only high school around that section that had such a peculiar rule. Many attempts had been made to change this ruling but at the time of our story it still stood. At last the night for the big game came. Many students had gone to the superintendent, Mr. Brookes, and asked him to let Kate play in the game. Page fifty-one

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IRHSQI 192-6 y illilarjnrp wins It was one of those beautiful June evenings. The stars were beginning to twinkle like diamonds in the sky. Marjory wandered across the fields and through the meadows until she came to her old resort, the river. Flinging herself on the ground she began to think of the many disappointments and failures in her life. Even now her mother and father had gone to Wash- ington and had taken with them her two sisters, Betty and Jane. Yes, she reflected, they always take Betty and Jane with them, but I am always left behind. But that wasn't her only sorrow. There were many, many more. Her mother and father would never allow her to go out at night unless they were with her, while her younger sister, Betty, who was only fifteen years old, was allowed to stay out as late as she liked, and was even allowed to have beaux. Yet, these were mere trifles compared to the one other sorrow of her life. The face of Jack Preston passed through her memory. Jack had been the snly boy for whom she had ever cared anything-yet, she had fail- ed to secure his love. Marjory was a beautiful young girl, seventeen years of age. She had black, curly hair and dark brown eyes. The next season she expected to en- ter her last mile of high school life. As the moon beamed down on her it made her more beautiful to look upon. While she was sitting there by the river, dreamily looking over it and thinking of Jack, she heard a rustling of a bush back of her and upon turning around she came face to face with Jack. This is indeed a pleasure , Miss Brown. I hope I am not intruding, he exclaimed. No indeed ! Marjory responded. This is an old resort of mine and I came down tonight because I was feeling rather lonely. Mother and father are away. If that is the case I am going to take the privilege of talking with you for awhile. You don't mind, do you? Marjory answered that she didn't so they began to chat like old friends. The conversation drifted from one thing to another. Finally, they ceased talking and looked over the river wondering what to say next. Marjory, said Jack nervously after a few minutes had elapsed, there is something I would like to tell you to-night. Do you remember the first day you entered high school ? That is a day I will never forget. Well, Marjory, do you remember that I was standing in the hall when you went into the assembly room and that you looked at me so shyly ? Yes, hesitatingly, yes, I remember that very well. Jack's voice began to tremble as he said in husky whispers, Marjory, Page fifty-three