St Anthony High School - Tattler Yearbook (St Anthony, ID)

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THE DECIDING GAME Fhe season was coming to a close and the intense rivalry between the two teams of St. Anthony H. S. and the Teton Slug- gers was growing stronger every day. There was only one more game to be played, and as this game was to decide the chamiponship, it was looked to with much enthusiasm by the supporters of both teams. The game was to be played at the fair grounds the coming Friday and todav was only Tuesday. Neither team had been defeated and both were confident of vic- tory. Mr. Markel, the head of the St. An- thony Ff. S., had announced that there would be a holiday Friday so as to allow the H. S. team to get a little morning practice to limber their stiff joints. “I’ll bet you a quarter or even thirty- five cents that we win,” said Frank Chase to Ed Callow, as he watched Ray Adams steam ’em over to “Rusty” Jones, the catcher. “Why, look at the control he’s got, would you,” said Earl R., who stood near by. “Why, gee, Frank, you would have a sure bet.” Over in the other side of the grand- stand Helen Bond’s voice could be heard above any of the rest saying ' , “Oh, girls, isn’t it just a lovely day for a game, and just look at Ray pitch. He’s some boy, isn’t he ?” “Oh, 1 don’t know,” said Lovisa. “I notice that Arnold is going to play short- stop, and that is just as hard a position as pitcher.” “Oh, come girls, cut out the quarreling,” said Odette. “Of course, Helen, you think that Ray is the best player, and I don’t blame Lovisa for holding for Arnold. Why don’t you be like me? I think they are all good.” “Yes, maybe you do,” answered Helen ; “but what if Custer was playing?” This remark from Helen brought up a shout of laughter from those who stood near by. They all knew how Custer could play ball. After a few more minutes of practice Mr. Garber told the boys to go home and to be careful what they ate, as he wanted them in the best of condition for the aft- ernoon game. Then he went over to Ray and said: “Well, old boy, how do you feel?” “Great,” answered Ray, “and my arm is in the ‘pink’ of condition.” “I should say it is,” said “Rusty,” who was rubbing his hand. “You certainly lack no speed.” At two o’clock the grand-stands were crowded with the town people, the high school students being down along the side-lines. Both teams were warming up and the batteries for the game were off to the side, also, loosening up. It looked as if Ray was going to pitch the whole game for St. Anthony, as he was the only one warming up. . At two-thirty the umpire yelled “Play ball !” and St. Anthony took the field. “Oh goodie, girls, we get our outs,” said Helen to the other girls. Page Fourteen

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Daw— In going to school no one should deny That you’re surely bound to some fate. And after I finish and get a good rest, Then I’ll be a post-graduate. Thomas — I haven’t yet clearly upon my mind The job in life I should hail. But after a while when I have me a house, I’ll sell it and live on the kale. Ross — You may know that my memory is short in Geom. — My ambitions do not lav that wav ; The job thru life in store for me — Little work, but all kinds of pay. Mackert — There is nothin’ I know to make one strong Like the heaving of hay in June, hen you rise with the sun and work all day, ’Til from the east ’pears the bright har- vest moon. Arnold — I have wound my learning upon a spool All four of these years I have worked. And working my way all the way thru school, Not a one can say that I shirked. Katie Rice — The persons who stick are the ones who win, And they all are sure the rattlers : Therefore I say to the ones who print, “Our pictures must be in The Tattler.” Wilcox — They all have told you what they will be, And now that it is my turn, I will make it brief, and say to you, “I’ve done mv durndest to learn.” Rosenlof — It’s hard to recite my little piece Which I must say to you ; But listen and I’ll expound to thee — “With this first lap, I’m thru.” — Jaberwocky. Page Thirteen

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The first inning went fast, the Teton Sluggers getting one run and St. Anthony getti ng none. But from then on neither side scored a run until the fourth inning, when Ray Adams knocked a home run and tied the score for St. Anthony. Lovisa still maintained that Arnold was the best player, even if he didn’t knock a home run like Ray, but because he had made some “grand-stand” plays that were worthy of consideration. Everyone thought that the Teton Slug- gers were going to win the game in the eighth inning, because they had two men on bases and two out when “Buddy” Brown, their stout little backstop, was at bat, and hit the first ball thrown scpiare on the nose and the two runners were making it for home, but big “Slim” Bean, the center fielder for St. Anthony, was not asleep, for as soon as he saw the direction of the ball he was off like a flash. “Get it, Bean, get it !” everybody yelled, and Bean did get it. He turned around just in time and made a jump that looked to the spectators to be many feet from the ground. But he stopped the ball with one hand and held it as though he had his gloved hand full of molasses. The St. Anthony people roared and cheered even louder than they did when Ray tied the score with his home run. “Oh, Elmer, that was just wonderful,” said Lucille Lloyd, as Elmer came run- ning in after their half of the inning. St. Anthony’s half did not last long. “Foxy” Blake sped the ball over and St. Anthony fanned the air in rapid succes- sion with their war clubs. Then came the deciding inning. Each man on the visiting team declared he was going to knock a home run, while each man on St. Anthony’s team declared that he wouldn’t let a man get first base. But they were mistaken, for Ray became nervous and walked the first man up, and the second sent a “bee-liner” straight for Arnold, but Arnold was too excited and let it go through his legs. “Come on, boy, cool down ; take your time and pitch ’em over,” said Mr. Garber to Rav. “ Rust v” gave Ray the signal and Ray nodded his head in the affirmative and sent over a “fast one” and continued to do so until two men had fanned the air with their field artillery in vain at what looked to them like a small speck com- ing through the air. “At-a-boy, now you’re working fine,” yelled “Rusty” to Ray. But Ray was too excited and couldn’t control the ball. As a result, the next man received free transportation to first base. The next man to bat sent a “Texas leaguer,” which Ben Davis, who was playing second, couldn’t reach, and by the time it was relayed back to the pitcher one man had crossed the plate and the other two were resting on sec- ond and third, respectively. Any kind of a hit would score one or both of them. Prospects looked bad for Adams, but he said nothing. “That’s all right, Ray ; don’t get nerv- ous ; there is only one more man to get,” shouted Mr. Garber to Ray. Ray looked at the batter and saw it was “Buddy” Brown, the sensational batter for the other team, acting as “pinch hit- ter” for some one else. Ray took a steady windup and delivered it with all the speed in his body just where “Rusty” asked for it. “Strike one !” called the umpire, as “Buddy” struck in vain. Again Ray did it and the umpire called “Strike two!” The other team supporters were going wild with excitement. “Soak that ball, Buddy!” they all yelled, but he couldn’t connect with the horsehide. Ray either had “too much” on the ball, or “Buddy” had a hole in his bat. At last St. Anthony came to bat and the score stood 2 to 1 in favor of the vis- iting team. Arnold was the first man up to bat, but he struck out. “Bishop” Smith was next man up and he was given a free pass to first base. “Play it safe, Floyd,” yelled Mr. Gar- ber, as he saw Floyd taking an extra big lead-off. As the pitcher delivered the next ball to “Slim” Bean, Floyd was darting for second base. Bean did not strike at the ball and “Buddy” shot it to second and threw Smith out. Two out, no men on bases and the other Page Fifteen