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

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THE T A T T L E R I1IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINIIIIIMIIIII1IIIIMI Illllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll How Shifty Anderson made Fame as a Football Star OR a week great excitement had prevailed at Colgate. On the coming Friday Colgate ' s football team was to play Cornell, at Cor- nell. It was nearing the close of the football season, and Cornell had wen every game up to this time. A team that could do that was a team to be feared. Colgate had been beaten once this season by these stars, and she had decided to even the scores by trimming Cornell in the coming game. Coach Harney had drilled his men hard all week. They had run through some new signals, and a spirit of victory seemed instilled in them. They were now prepared to fight for the game. At last the great day arrived, and except for a slight breeze from the south- west it was all that could be desired. At three o ' clock the game was to be called, and at two-thirty, Coach Harney had his men assembled in the locker room. ‘‘Boys, he said, we are going to win this game, and I want every fellow to play his best, for we are up against a tough proposition, and you have go t to be on your toes all the time. You linemen must hold them from coming through. Now go out and run a few signals and get warmed up. “Anderson, called the coach, as the men were passing out of the building, “we are expecting great things of you today, and we want you to live up to expectations.” “I ' ll do my best. replied Anderson. At three o clock the game was called. Thousands of spectators were lined along the side lines, expectant and impatient, to see the biggest game of the year. Colgate won the toss and chose to receive. The men were all lined up in their respective positions. Their nerves were on edge as they stood shivering, waiting for the whistle to call the game. 4 he whistle blew, Cornell kicked the ball into the left end ' s territory, and one man grabbed the ball and ran forward, but was downed on Cornell ' s forty- yard line. “Signals. called Anderson, “3, 4, 6, 45, and the right half was downed before he had made ten steps. Then Anderson called for a forward pass to the left end. but the ball came back as incomplete. He then called for an end run, but the fullback was downed before he had made four yards. “Fourth down and seven to go,” called the referee. The left half failed to make the distance, and Cornell got the ball. They tried a series of line bucks and end runs, but failed to make their gains; then Page Twenty seven

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THE TATTLER iMitiiiiMiii mini iiiiiiiiiiii i iiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiimiin i i linn i iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii rode like demons for. the border. The rangers pursued them without success. McNally disarmed Red and covered him with a gun. By the time the rangers had returned he had regained consciousness. When he raised his head he saw McNally before him with a formidable looking six-shooter in his hand. He felt for his own guns but found them gone. Then he began laughing. He always laughed in the face of danger. McNally said, “I sure got you good this time, Red.” Red replied, “Well, it looks that way.” McNally ordered him to mount his faithful black horse, which had carried him safely out of danger so many times, but now it seemed to carry him to the scaffold. McNally told him that any attemipt to escape would mean death. Red rode slowly in front of the rangers, and smiled grimly as he thought of the hangman ' s rope. In front was a sharp turn in the road. Now was his chance. His knees sightened on the sides of the black. Just a little luck and he would be a free man again. Suddenly that great black horse leaped from the ground. Two more leaps and he was around the bend. A bullet cut a button from his shirt and some leather from the saddle horn. McNally dug his spurs deep into the sides of his big steed, but unfortunately the horse stepped into some shell rock and fell. The others reined up to keep from running over the captain. All this time the great leaps of the black were lengthening the distance between his master and the law. Soon the rangers were hot in pursuit again. Red Reckless was forced to put his horse to his best to keep out of range. At the border he drew rein ; then turned and watched the cloud of dust that drew nearer and nearer. The blood was still running down across his face. He pushed the mass of bloody hair back out of his eyes. When they were in hearing distance he shouted, “Does it still look like you got me?” K. R., ' 22. Page Twenty-six

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THE TATTLER IIIIIIIIIIIIIMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII the ball went back to Colgate. Colgate found the opposing line a stone wall, and could not make an inch. The beginning of the second quarter found Cornell with the ball on Col- gates ' s thirty yard line. With a forward pass to the right end they carried the ball twenty yards, but they failed to go any farther, and the ball was lost. “Signals, punt formation,” called Anderson, and the ball was kicked into the enemy’s territory where it stayed until the first half was over. Neither side had scored. “Boys,” said Coach Harney, “we must win this game. You are holding them back all right, but you are not getting anywhere with the ball. Make a touch-down and we will have them beat.” Each side went back on the field with a determination to win. Cornell received the ball, but was able to make no farther than Colgate’s forty yard line. The ball was still there when Colgate took it. With a forward pass and an end run they carried it to the enemy’s twenty yard line. Here they lost their distance and the ball went to Cornell. “Signals, 48, 97, 34,” called the quarter back, and the fullback had the ball and was tearing down the field with Anderson after him. Looking back over his shoulder, he saw his peril, and with an effort he tried to throw himself aside, but Anderson had him, and brought him down with a thud on the ten yard line. Cornell lost the ball on downs and Colgate gradually worked the ball back to Cornell’s forty yard line. The whistle blew, and the third quarter was over. “Anderson, 1 want you to make a touch-down this quarter,” said the coach to him as he sucked on a lemon. “I’ll try,” replied Anderson. There was little change in the first part of the quarter, but towards the last Colgate was steadily making headway. It looked like they might make a touch- down, but at the last minute of play the ball was five yards from Colgate’s goal, and in the enemy ' s possession. “Signals, punt formation,” called the quarter-back, and Anderson ran back to receive the ball. It was one of Cornell’s famous long distance kicks, but when the ball came down, Anderson was there to receive it. And with the ball tucked under his arm he dashed toward the enemy’s goal. He was like a streak of lightning, straight-arming one and dodging the next, he finally fell between the goal posts with half a dozen men hanging to him. He had made a touch-down. Anderson had twice saved the day. He was carried from the field on the shoulders of his comrades. The look that the coach gave him, as he grasped his hand was worth more than the roar of applause from the spectators. “1 knew vou would do it,” the coach exclaimed. IV. ., ' 22. Page Twenty-eight