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

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THE TATTLER very good plays were made by the Wabash squad. They began to feel stronger. They were getting encouraged. The signals worked splendidly and the Clemensville squad seemed to be at a loss to understand the new routine of things. The ball came nearer and nearer the Wabash goal. Jack received the signal for an end run. He darted around the left end, straight- armed his opponent, and carried the pigskin safely over the Wabash line. The score was a tie, although Wabash had a chance for a goal kick. She made it, just as the whistle told the game was over. Clemensville had been beaten by a score of 6 to 7. Jack was the idol of the game, and was carried about the field on the shoulders of his comrades. It was in the dressing-room, however, that the truth came to light. Jack told the Coach and the squad that he saw Wallace give several signals away, and sam him deliberately disregard the interference made for him. So that it was he, and not Lewis Staker, who broke Wallace Reid’s ankle. When Wallace was questioned by the Coach he made confession, and everything was made clear. Knowing or feeling that Wabash was a rival to be feared, and desperate to win the game, it was planned bv Clemensville to send Wallace to Wabash for the despicable purpose of making the team, learn- ing the signals, and reporting results to Clemensville. For once, ingenious intrigue failed, and Wabash proudly remained an unquestioned victor. J. A. C„ T9. Page T wenty-two

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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

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THE TATTLER IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII What’s In A Name” OU see it started tins way: Harry met John on the street early in May and suggested going on a picnic. “For,” he said, “if you are leaving for Venice and I for Florence so soon, we must have our outing or we will lose out entirely.” John agreed, and said he knew of a fine picnic ground not far from the town of Yaudrvville, where there was a beautiful Ferny Bauer, which was always full of Phebes, Jays and other wild birds in the spring. This Bauer was located in a thick Grov-er Wood and to get to it one had to pass under an Arc which was always covered with roses. Not far away was situated a beautiful Lake where they might be able to catch a few Trout or some Min- nies. Harry thought this would be a splendid place, and they immediately consulted Hazel and Bessie about the matter. The girls were very much enthused, but Amy-able little Hazel wanted to know how they were going to go. “Oh,” said Harry, “that is easily settled. I’ll take you in my Hudson Car.” “But Wil-ma let me ride in that car?” asked Bessie. “Why of course she will.” replied John ; “your mother likes you to have a good time.” Soon it was decided when they should go and the boys went to get their car ready while the girls prepared the lunch of sandwiches, a bottle of Hynds pickles, a salad, cake, Cherries and several good things to eat. Before long they were traveling toward the Forest, but they had not gone far when they met Lewis the Miller and Custer the Potter, who told them they were breaking the Laws by going so fast, and that they would have to pay a fine. The boys were Young, Wealthy, Fre-men, so they did not mind this in the least. When the fine was paid they continued on their journey and had just reached a turn in the road, from where they could see the Spires of an ancient castle, when they ran into a mud puddle and the Costlev Hudson Car stuck fast. There was but one thing to do and that was for the boys to push the car through the mud. So Harry began pushing while John pulled on a rope he had tied to the front of the car. “Pull Harder. John, but be careful you don’t Buster,” cried Harry. John pulled Harder, but alas, the rope broke and poor John tumbled into the mud and saw Stars. When he got up he sneezed, “K’rshaw, K’rshaw,” and said afterwards he thought he was a Dedman. Harry suggested that they should not try pushing and pulling any more as it seemed to have a bad effect on John. Suddenly Hazel noticed a plank by the roadside and suggested that it be used as a bridge for the girls to walk on, from the car to the dry ground. Soon all were standing on dry ground. They were not out of their difficulty yet, but they were hungry and began looking for a suitable place to eat their lunch. They discovered by scouting Page Twenty-three