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

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THE TAT TLER IIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIilllllllllllllllllllMIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIinillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllMllllimillll Rivals CHOOL had started and there was some argument in the Holt family in regard to Jack’s going to school. Mr. Holt knew that it was useless to send him for educational purposes, as Jack’s mind did not run smoothly along that line, lack wanted to go to school, his motive for going, however, was not for an educa- tion, exactly — he was in love with Margaret White, the best looking and most popular girl in school. He also wanted to gain her recognition by playing basketball and punting the pigskin. I he first day of school found Jack on time — he had won in the debate against his father, who wanted to send him to a strictly “Boys’ College.” Filings went well for a long time, football practice began and found Jack a worthy applicant for the position of half-back on the football squad. But after the first game he was replaced by Wallace Reid, a new man who had come to the Wabash School without history — no one knew really who he was. what he was there for, or why. He was a short, heavy-set fellow, very good looking, and an excellent player. Jack did not care so much about losing his position on the eleven, but when he saw that Margaret was beginning to show an interest in Wallace, he did get sort of peeved — kicked himself for being too light in weight, but resolved to get back on the team at any price. After the first game, Wabash had been winnig from all opponents. “She’s playing excellent ball this year,” was the remark of Coach Morgan — never had she won so many games as this year; so far she had only lost one; that was the first one. Things seemed to be going bad for Jack, but he still kept the irresistible smile that never faded, while he was tortured by his fellow-students. The next game Wabash was to play was to be for the championship of the State. It was to be played with Clemensville, a high school that also claimed the championship. They were to play one week from date at the Wabash High School, and a great game was expected. Everyone looked for the oncoming game with great enthusiasm. A party was also planned for that night, so a good time was anticipated by everyone. Both teams were claiming the victory. It was a known fact that this would be a matched game and that each side would exert all their energy in winning from their oppo- nents. These two schools had always been rivals, so it only remained to be proven that the game would be the best of the year. So naturally both Clemensville and Wabash were preparing for the inevitable. Wallace was still the star half-back on the Wabash eleven, and by his expert playing had completely won the charming Margaret White, and was going to take her to the party after the game that night. Jack had not been asleep during all this time; he had practiced until he became so efficient that if he had not been so light he would have displaced Wallace. Jack had been taken to all the games, and had been used merely as a sub, but it was decided by the coach that they would try him on end in the Big Game. He was a Page Twenty

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THE TATTLER llilllliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiliiiillllliiiiiililliliiiiiiiiiiliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiii very muscular fellow, and the fastest man on the team, so there was no reason why he would not he a success on the end position. Jack’s resolu- tion proved good, he would play in the biggest and last game of the year. The game was on — Clemensville warring factors against the home guard. Both sides of the held was lined with rooters. The yell-masters of each school amused themselves by trying to outdo the other’s vocal powers. The game started, the air was rent with tumultous sound. Clemensville received the ball ; at once they were downed, and then the battle began. They made the first two downs and were gradually nearing their goal when they lost the ball by a fumble. Wabash took the ball and gradually pushed it towards the middle of the held. It was the third down and still ten yards to go, and Clemensville rushed in, broke up the formation and took the ball. The hrst quarter ended with the ball in the middle of the held — ball in the Clemens- ville possession. The beginning of a second quarter found Wabash rapidly losing ground. Wallace, the star half-back, was surely playing a poor game. He fumbled the ball, never could get his signal, and could not even tackle his opponent. The ball was gradually coming closer and closer to the Clemensville goal. They had only one down left and a few yards to go to make the goal. Signals were flashing, the ball passed, Wabash made a gallant defense, but Clemens- ville had made a touchdown ; the score stood at the end of the hrst half 6 to 0 in favor of Clemensville. There was a great deal of comment in the Wabash squad : “They know our signals, I tell you. There is a traitor in our squad. Didn’t you see them holding us permanently even when we had the ball in our possession? I know that they know our formation because they bust in our signals every time!” “N o. I think you are wrong, lack; there is no one who would be a traitor and I think we are just having a hit of hard luck, just an off-day today,” replied the Coach, but Jack persistently remarked that someone had given their signals away. Great rejoicing, however, was taking place on the Clem- ensville side. They were riotously yelling and singing to the limit of their vocal cords. Wabash was silent, save for a few spasmodic outbreaks they seemed stricken with fear. The third quarter opened with Wabash receiving the ball. Wallace caught it, interference was made for him, but he neglected it. Some ground was made, but he was almost instantly downed. The tackle was a hard one, a scream was heard. Jack yelled. “1 have him; I have him; 1 have his hand here!” The two coaches rushed up and found Jack firmly holding the hand of Lewis Staker. the tackle from the Clemensville eleven. Lewis had his hand fixed on Wallace’s ankle, with Jack holding it firmly there. Wallace was uttering oaths of pain. The doctor examined his ankle and pronounced that it had been broken. Wallace was removed from the field, and Staker was admonished soundly by his coach. 1 hings looked bad for Wabash, her star plaver had been put out of commission by the Clemensville tackle. Jack was then put in as half-back, and Jones took bis place on end. I lie game was prettv well balanced, but the score still stood 6 to 0 in favor of Cleemensville at the end of the third quarter. The fourth quarter opened. During the recess, Jack had persuaded the Coach to let them use their last year’s signals. The game progressed. Some Page Twenty-one