University of Nebraska Kearney - Blue and Gold Yearbook (Kearney, NE)

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Service--- In Our Interpretation Means: t t Thorough Cleaning t t Shape Retaining 1 rickson, W. ills, completing their football days for Kearney, called a finishing touch to careers sprinkled with brilliant perform- ances. Dennison, Cooney, llejkal. Confer and Kunquist, playing in- termittently through the season, turned in enough minutes to com- plete the rosier of letter men for m2. THE END. n [ Cross Country t t Pressing i i i Enduring Repair t t {Reading Time: 3 minutes.) With Kearney having the only cross-country team in the confer- ence, inter-collegiate competition was scarce for the long-winded athletes who think nothing of jogging three miles to remove that' tired feeling from stiff muscles. An exhibition race with the Uni- versity of Nebraska marked the only clash with outside distance men. Preservation of Fabric t t Care in Handling J. JL I I Dial 26031 Wear CLEA X Clot hes Coached by Orlie Walts, for- mer Kearney distance man, W. Lydie, K. Strong. W. Dority. B. Whipple, M. Houtchens, and P. Miller engaged in activity in the abbreviated costumes which go with cross-country. Local interest was heightened by several exhibi- tion matches between halves at the football games. These culminated in nu invitation to compete with the University of Nebraska men at Lincoln between halves at the Kansas Aggie football game. Of a total of sixteen competitors, Kearney men placed second, fourth, seventh and eighth against the more experienced university | men. Frank Lydie and Orlie Watts, both ineligible for intercollegiate competition, ran with Kearney to keep in condition for the A. A. I . meets, THE END. 30 A JOB FOR US? t i i Yes, indeed! Broken auto glass always rep- resents a typical job for which we are well qualified. The glass may be simply crack- ed or shattered to fragments, but in eith- er event its quick re- placement is a cer- tainty when you call here to have the work done. We are spec- ialists in auto glazing. E. A. ECK

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Noyri, Jordan. Tollc(seii, Pcnkcr ”Duil“ Graham. Hubbert, Dodc Graham for I he Antelopes as they ran after, from, into, around, toward the Wayne men. As in the usual games of the season. Messrs, Hubhert. Billeter, Jordan, Noyes,, and Tollefsen best pleased the side- line critics with really excellent games of football. Except that 0 was the score for both the battling brutes, the game was not bad to watch. Mr. Warren Campbell, who later was Lo lead the freshman class, exhibited an aptitude for moving bis right foot in an upward direction. The ball ordinariily followed the impetus of the foot. The Nebraska “B team picked out the third quarter and proceeded to do a great many things, one of which was to score a touchdown which de- feated Kearney 6-0. The weaving Mr. Tollefsen and the plowing Mr. I'inck both found time to carry the ball across the chalk-line against the Colorado School of Mines and thus provide the mar- gin for a 12-7 victory for the Antelopes. The wind, the cold wind, which blasted over tile Kearney field, made the struggling teams plav good football to keep warm, Kenneth Daggett, a former Antelope quarterback, play- ed with the Colorado school hut naught availed against the Antelopes. A new species of Tigers, this time from Hays, invad- ed the Kearney stronghold, piled iif nineteen points, and retired southward with a piece of Antelope scalp. Mr. F. Finck. injured in the h. Fin, Campbell. game, reported that the sea If) came, in reality, from his elbow. By this time the Kearney team had seen the service of three pairs of brothers. Messrs. “Dude” and “Dud” Graham. Kearney, Orval and “Wallie” Wills. Fremont. Bruce and Howard Fitz. Lincoln, all flew the Blue and Cold for some time during the season. A little glue would have helped the Jamesinen at Chadron. The nonchalant Mr. H. Fitz slipped a cog as a pass dropped from his fingers in the end-zone while ’“Thistle” Hendrickson repeated the performance near the end of the first half. With more sticky fingers. Chadron held on to one pass which netted a touchdown and victory. Messrs. A. Stegeman, W. Patton. T. Thomas, and E. Cooley all saw action in this game. On a day of rest, with turkey in prospect, Peru- vian Bobcats snatched even the bacon from the Antelopes. Mr. Homer Hatcher, the opposing full- back, tallied no less than three touchdowns, while all Kearney’s twenty-six letter men failed to cross the final line. Baxter. Tollefsen, B. Fitz. I lend- The Antelope Jinx Suspends Operations Against School of Mines

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1 X 4 A Short Short Story THE COWARD By DONALD SMITH (Rmtliitff time: I mitt. 40 sec.) TWE! TY-SEY El y cars have passed- -twen- ty-seven years and I have given you every- thing. I have given you my time, money, education, opportunity—and you—you have wasted it all. You have wasted your time—your money—your life—your very soul! The old man slopped, his whole body quivering, and sank hack into a chair. “Your mother died seven minutes ago,” he continued—slowly harsh- ly, “She died of a broken heart—do vou hear me—she died because of yon!—And now is the time for re- tribution r The younger man. silent until now, jumped to his feet. “You can't blame me! It wasn’t my fault! He was almost screaming. “Sit down, John. The old man spoke softly, ou always say that when you're in trouble. You know. John, I used to think you would be a great man some day. Lor twenty-six years and eleven months 1 have believed in you. Silly of me. wasn’t it? When you were little 1 excused your mad pranks—as you grew up, I tried let aid you. Funny how I thought everything would turn out all right. You used to promise me you 1 do heller used to blame others for the trouble you had. When you ran down and killed that little hoy you blamed the wet street: why. you were too drunk to tell whether or not you were on the street!” The old man got slowly to his feet. His foot- steps, as lie paced the floor, were those of an aged and tired man. When he spoke again the words fe11 slowly—bitlerly, “You killed your best friend onlv a month ago— killed him in a fit of drunken rage. You blamed him—said you shot in self defense. The jury be- lieved your lip—but your mother knew—and died with the agonv of that knowledge burning nut her heart!” He paused, and then spoke softly. “I loved your mother.” 11 is band went to his coat pocket— The young man almost sereamed at the sight of of the gun. He spoke rapidly— hysterically. “You can t shoot, you can't! It’s not ray fault. I tell you! You didn’t know how to make me do right— you didn’t teach me—you - “Stop!” The old man almost smiled. Swiftly he drew another gun from his coal, and then laid the two guns, side by side, on the table between him and the young man, “II is now »ne minute to twelve. At the first stroke of the clock you may reach for a gun. If you are slow. I shall kill you. I intend to kill you!” The young rnan almost smiled now. “You are old,” he said. My hand is the quicker! “Arid if you kill me, the old man continued evenly, “if you kill me, the police will hang you! I ni not going to murder you. John, I’m going to let your own cowardice kill you. If I didn’t think you a coward, I wouldn’t give you this chance to kill me—but you are a coward. You've been afraid to live clean!v afraid to admit vour wrong- doings. Your hand is trembling now. John! (ju re afraid afraid of hanging—afraid of me— afraid to reach for the gun—afraid! If you re a man you'll kill me—if you’re a coward as well as a criminal—” The clock struck once, and before it struck again a shot echoed and re-echoed through the house. The footsteps leaving the room were those of an old, old man. THE END. 31