University High School - Cub Yearbook (Oakland, CA)

Page 13 text:

end. A touchdown seemed certain. The Markham stand was in an uproar. Across the Field dashed Stiles. On the live yard line he threw himself forward in a reckless tackle. I-Ie struck his man badly, bringing him down on his own head, but saving a score. The pistol sounded as they lay there. Stiles was knocked out, but his arms had to be forced away from King's legs so tightly did he hold them. The next day as Carter was reading the account of the game in the morn- ing paper, he heard someone sobbing in the bed next to his. I-Ie turned and saw it was Stiles. XVhat is the trouble ? he asked. 'IYhat are you crying for? It was my fault we lost yesterday. The fellows will never forgive me. They will tell of it even after I have left college, he said brokenly. They will tell of your playing yesterday for some time to come, replied Carter, you can bet your last dollar on that. just then the door opened, and Hlhitney, captain of the team, Coach Han- ley, and Professor Stevens filed in. The coach was laughing for the First time in months. Stiles, old man, said IVhitney, you played a splendid game yesterday. I want you to take this as a souvenir of your hrst and last game of college foot- ball. I-Ie drew from his coat the ball the game had been played with. On it was marked in white paint Markham 3, Altamont 7. You should have seen him, Carter, said the coach. After the first Five minutes he was in every play. Wfhen he caught that pass he dodged throught just as you used to do, only you were never half as fast as he was yesterday. King looked as if he were standing still, he added. VVhen he scored I could have run out and hugged him. And when he tackled King, I nearly died from joy. XVhat do you mean?-When I scored?-Wlhen I tackled King?-Didn't they win ?,' asked Stiles. VVhat are these figures on the ball and all this talk about my playing? I don't remember a thing after they scored. XN'ell, can you beat that, gasped the coach. Sure we won. I-Iere, take a look at this,', he said as he handed Stiles the sporting page of the paper that Carter had been reading. Across the page ran this heading: Altamont wins great game from Markham 7 to 3. Sensational run by Stiles turns defeat into victory. IVell, Said Stiles at length, half dazed. I don't remember a thing about 1t.', IVhat are these for? asked the coach as he noticed the telephone re- ceivers Carter had used in following the game. Professor Stevens had a telephone installed so I could get the returns ot the game, play by play, said Carter. W'e were cut off in the first of the game. After they scored we were connected again. After that everything went fineg I just closed my eyes and imagined I was playing. As he told me where each play was going, I could feel myself going right with it. It was so real that I was all in when the game was over.

Page 12 text:

'H- success or failure of his college, the college he had fought for for three years. He was determined, in spite of the doctor, to give him every point of every play, even the formations and the direction each play was taking. Especially he planned to tell him the playing of the man who went in at left end. just as the teams lined up for the kick-off the operator at the telephone exchange by some error closed the line to the Infirmary. It was five minutes before connections could be again opened. As he was told that Holmes, Markham's star kicker, had kicked a field goal, that the ball had been brought into position by Stiles, who was playing left end, that only a fumble and an uncompleted forward pass was all that saved Altamont from a touchdown, Carter broke out sobbing. Stiles, he cried, Stiles, you big bum, get in and break that up- As Professor Setvens told him the plays, Carter played them in his mind. As the game progressed, Stiles' playing became stronger and stronger. He displayed trick after trick that was characteristic of Carter, and only of Carter, but still Altamont could not score. Three periods had passed. Twice Renolds had attempted field goals from the thirty-yard line. Twice he had failed. But three minutes remained of the last period. Markham had not scored again, but their lead looked safe as they were in possession of the ball on Altamont's forty yard line. Three plays gained but six yards. Wlith four yards to go on the last down, Markham forme-d in punt formation, Holmes dropping back as though to at- tempt a field goal. There seemed but little chance of his making it, however, as he must kick from the forty-two yard line at the side of the field. They wonlt kick, cried Carter, as word came over the telephone of the formation. They know if they can hold the ball, they can kill time until the end of the game. XVatch the fake. Look out for a pass on the short sideg on your side, Stilesf, As the ball was snapped, Holmes poised as though to kick, then hurled it down the held where a Markham end was sprinting toward the Altamont line. Stiles had guessed the play and had followed the end. As the ball was about to go over his head' into the outstretched arms of the Markham man, he leaped and caught it. Stiles has intercepted the pass, came across the wire, and the hospital jumped at Carter's frenzied cry of Go it Stiles! Go it as you never went before l If Stiles had not shown speed before, he showed it now. Through the en- tire Markham team he dodged. In the open field, King, the fastest man in the state, who could do the quarter in fifty, started after him, but as they raced down the field he gained but little. Stiles dashed across the line and planted the ball between the posts. The game was not yet over, one minute remained to play. Markham re- fused to kick, as is customary to a team that has been scored upon. They elected to receive the kick. Renolds kicked to Holmes on the ten yard line. Holmes ran it back to mid field. A forward pass gained twenty yards. A buck by Holmes gained ten. Then King got away on a trick circling right

Page 14 text:

Hanley looked first at Carter, then at Stiles in a puzzled fashion, then turn- ing to Professor Stevens, as if convinced against his will, he said, Hal, old boy, there might be something in it after all. ARTHUR XVALSH, JUNE lIQ. The Study 'With head and hands I sit, and think and think, And wonder XVl1C1'C, and W'hy, and How. Is all the world a tangled skein of X and Y and Z? And frown. From book through opened window I can see The tops of trees like lace against the skyg The restful, rolling hills of green,-What matter X and Y ?- Ancl smile. EDNAH PATTERSON, June FIQ. -rx l 2 ff' 'auii .-..- ' x l Q H