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

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side one score ahead. Things looked rather dismal for St. Anthony. “I guess you are glad you wasn’t called on your bet, aren’t you?” said Earl Rum- sey to Frank Chase. ‘‘Oh, don’t worry, we have a chance yet if Elmer can only get a hit,” answered Frank. Elmer did get a hit and he didn’t stop running until he reached second base. The people yelled and roared and went al- most frantic, and then they did go wild when they cast their glances to the home bench and beheld Ray Adams with a bat in his hand walking to the batter’s posi- tion. “Now keep your head, Ray, and knock that ball into the gravel pit,” said Mr. Garber. “I will if I can,” be answered. The opposing moundsman looked at Ray for a minute and then he cast a glance at Elmer on second. Then he faced the batter, took a long, steady windup and sped the ball square over the groove. “Strike one !” yelled the umpire, but Ray did not move. Again he sent an- other strike over the rubber and Ray passed it by. The people in the grandstand and on the sidelines were going mad. They all pled for Adams to connect with the ball and win the game. Even Mr. Garber began to show signs of nerv- ousness. He could not understand why Ray had passed up the first two strikes. “The championship depends upon you, Adams, so hit that ball and win your own game,” yelled Mr. Garber. Adams was a man who had had wide experience in baseball and this was one of the many heady tricks which he had used before to break up ball games. Having let the first two balls go by as strikes, the opposing slabster thought he cou ld strike Ray out very easily, so he gracefully delivered the third strike over the rubber. It was coming fast, but straight and without curve. Adams wait- ed for it and at last he swung with all his energy and met the sphere square on the “nose.” In an instant he was bound- ing for first base. “Go second !” everyone cried. And he did go to second, and to third — and — Bean had scored, but for him to get over the rubber would mean a fast race, for the ball was already on its homeward flight. Knowing that Bean had tied the score, he decided to take a chance, so he started for home plate. Then nothing could be seen but a cloud of dust. He had “bit the dust” with the intention of sliding in under the catcher. Finally the dust cleared away, but the umpire had rendered no decision. It seemed as though he was undecided as to whether Adams was out or not. But “Buddy” Brown said in a solemn voice: “He scored, umpire; the ball beat him here, but he made a ‘hook slide’ and scored without a doubt.” With these words the umpire took “Buddy’s” hand and said : “Buddy,” the game depended on your honesty, and even though your side lost the game, you told the truth and I am proud of you.” “Business is business,” said Buddy, and he walked off the held with his team- mates, while Ray was being carried off on the shoulders of his friends. —Earl Enos, T9. l aii’e Sixleen

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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

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JUNIORS You can talk about the classes That are going - thru the schools. Hut I’m right here to tell you That Juniors are no fools. Just cast a glance at all the things Worth mention, that they’ve done; I tell you when it comes to sport They sure can make the fun. I ' or instance take their party They gave one Friday night. And think about the colors : Say, they certainly were a sight. And so it is with everything That they may set to do. Their friends are many you can bet. Their enemies are few. In everv sport that we have had The Juniors did their part. And so it is with everything, Thev alwavs make the start. Just look up the debaters, The Juniors number four; And so far as that’s concerned. Tliev could have made it more. I cite that as an instance To show they have the brains, They’re never staying out of school because of aches and pains. Now look back at the football team. The Juniors numbered seven. And if they’d put it to a test They could have made it ’leven. 1 hope the Juniors never fight About their old class rings, Or even ’bout the cap and gown And other foolish things. So I’m right here to sav to vou. The Junior is the rattler; Just think, the Juniors have the mail Who’s editor of The Tattler. — K. t t SAND” You can scan this world over For men who people need ; For men who are not coggers, I ' or men who’re known for deed. W e need the men who’re honest, W ho come at the command. Men who are trustworthy, W ho possess the amount of sand. Men are sometimes slipping back, They cannot get a grip, And consequently from this They all are bound to slip. We all know of the engine When on the track it fails ; because in pulling harder Fhe wheels slip on the rails. In this case, now, what do thev? W hy, the fireman takes his stand And in a chest he brings forth A small amount of sand. Carefullv he sprinkles on the rails Phis sand for the wheels to grip. And when the pressure is applied The wheels they will not slip. Such is life’s long journey, Rut when we make a stand, be sure that we will not slip. That we possess the sand. — K. ■ . Sevcnl ■