Shields High School - Patriot Yearbook (Seymour, IN)

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tions. It was easy for Joe to fan the next two batters and then his team was up to bat. The last few moments had arrived. Victory or de feat was at hand. Which would it be ? The first two Centersville batters made outs, for Ben Perry was not asleep. The outlook for the home team seemed doubtful indeed. Baldy was next up. He hit the ball a good blow and finally made his way to second. Joe was next up and as he stepped to the plate he gave Ben a look of defiance. Ben returned it without a quiver. The ball whizzed over the plate! Joe struck and missed. Again the ball came over the p3ate and again Joe missed it. What ' s the matter? called a CentersviUe patriot. He ' s not as good as he seemed to be, shouted some one in the Carltown crowd. The game ' s ours. Joe clinched his teeth and gripped the bat. Only one more strike remained ; the time was now or never. The ball came. ' ' Bang ! ' ' Joe knocked the ball fully out of sight. It was a whole minute before the ball was returned to the diamond and then the score was seven to six in Centersville ' s favor. Joe Mullins, the new boy had beaten Carltown. The Centersville rooters cheered as they had never been known to cheer before when Ben Perry walked forward to the new boy and shook hands with him. Joe smiled a smile of victory and, looking Ben Perry full in the eye, said, We have equaled each other in playing, but Fate has placed the victory in my hands. ' ' ujum o ANNA SCHMIDT, ' 20 VER THE darkened landscape The calm bright stars shine down; Over the forest and mountain Re-echoes the nightingale ' s round; Out in the night ' s still darkness The wild things roam on their way; And the wood-njonphs gather wild-flowers While the night-hawk seeks his prey. Oh! the joy of the great wild nature Has east its spell over me, As I walk in God ' s great garden; And the cool wind from over the lea, As it comes from the land of the sunset. Is bringing His message to me.

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You pitch! said Reddy scornfully. Why we wouldn ' t think of such a thing. Git outa the diamond. Take ' flaggy-pole ' out shouted Popplewell. Hogs out of the diamond! shouted Baldy. Joe stood his ground and pleaded calmly, I only want you to give me a chance- You want to vdn the game and I want you to win it, but you know you can ' t, if you keep up at this rate. I onlj ' want a chance. Let me pitch the seventh inning. If any man makes first, you may throw me out. That is fair. Only try me. ' ' There was a heated discussion among the players as to whether or not Joe should be put as pitcher in Reddy ' s place. At length they decided to give the new boy, a trial though it was much against Reddy ' s will. I ' m not doing this against you, ' ' said Joe to ' ' Reddy as he walked out to the box, but I am doing it for CentersviUe. Joe proved that he could pitch. Three opposing players were successively fanned out, none of them even fouling the baU. Only once did Joe fail to put the ball over the plate. The umpire scratched his head, as Carltown came into the field, and the great crowd of spectators from both villages asked each other the quv ' stiou, ' ' What manner of boy is this and where did he come from ? ' ' CentersA ' ille went up to bat but no one scored. Then Carlto vn went up and Joe gave the three batters a fan-out similar to that of their fellow-players. The home team was up again and this time for two scores. The eighth inning ended with the score six to five in favor of Carltown. There seemed to be a great deal of commotion among the crowd of onlookers. Fans from Carlto vn were going wild, hats were flying in the air and everj ' other sound was drowned by their shouts of victory ; while a few thoughtful ones eyed the new boy and realized that victory was yet to be obtained with such a person as he on the opposing side- No joyous shouts, were heara from the CentersviUe fans though most of them smiled confidently when they looked at Joe. The ninth and last inning followed- Joe took his place and Ben Perry was at bat. The shouts of the crowd had ceased ; everj- one gazed in breathless sus- pense, for at last the two great players were facing each other. Joe purposely threw a ball but Ben, expecting it to be a strike, struck at it. His strike was a wild one and missed the ball a good foot. Joe again threw a ball and again Ben struc-k at it, witii the same result. Then the Carltown lad saw the trick and de- cided not to strike at the next one. Joe put the next one, however, over the plate. Strike three! called the umpire. Batter out! Joe ' s expression remained unchanged, though, could we have looked into his heart, we might have seen him smiling. CentersviUe cheered to the top of her voice but Carltown was quiet. The new pitcher was acting beyond her realiza-

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T fl-LULLUB MYLBEA FINDLEY, ' 19 HE GOLDEN dreamboat ' s ready, With her silken sails all spread; And the breeze is gently blowing To the fairy port of bed; And the fairy captain ' s waiting While the busy sand man flies With the silver dust of slumber Closing every baby ' s eyes. Oh, the night is rich with moonlight, And the sea is calm with peace, And the angels fly to guard you, Their watch shall never cease; And the fairies there await you, They have splendid dreams to spin; You shall hear them gaily singing As the dreamboats draw you in. Like the ripple of the water Does the dreamboat ' s whistle blow, Only baby ears can catch it When it comes the time to go. Only little ones may journey On so wonderful a ship And go drifting off to slumber With no care to mar the trip. Oh, the little eyes are heavy, But the Jittle soul is light ; It shall never know a sorrow Or a terror through the night. And at last when dawn is breaking And the dreamboat ' s trip is o ' er. You shall wake to find your mother Smiling over you once more.