Westbrook High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Westbrook, ME)

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The Blue E-r White 18 Harry Jones was Johnny's roommate. He was also captain of the football teamg he was one of the most famous men in college. After greeting each other with back-slapping and hand-shaking, Johnny asked, How does the team look ? f'Not bad,'l replied Jones. Mortley isn't re- turning, but we got a pretty fair bunch of linemen from last year's freshmen. Albert is down in his studies and cannot play. The coach is figuring on shifting one of the second-string backs to take his place at end, but we'll have to dig up a drop- kicker some place. You used to do some of that at St. Luke's, didn't you ? . Jones talked on about football. It was his team. johnny was just a take-out back: the spearhead of the interference. He cleared the way for jones to make long runs around the opposing flanks, he helped to open holes in the line, protected the quarterback when he faded back to throw long passes. He was always near the man who got the glory, but never was the man. Only the coach knew how important johnny was in the machine. ,Iohnny even thought himself lucky to be part of the team. johnny reported for practice the next after- noon. Sorry you had to miss the early workout,', said the coach. 6'They mean a lot. Take it easy for a while and get limbered up. I want you to brush up on your drop-kicking. Jones told me you used to do some at prep school. VV e lost Kelly, you know, and we'll need those extra points after touchdown. On Friday, after a short practice, the coach called the starting team together and said, I Want you all to get a good night's rest, because the game with the Army is going to be a tough one. Up to that game. the season had been like other seasons to Johnny. He had cleared the way for his running mates to score touchdowns and gallop to glory. Making the point after touchdown had been added to .Iohnny's duties, a little change in the game for him. The Army had a rugged defense and it was difficult to gain ground through their line. Two or three times the team was in scoring position in the first half, but each time it was turned back. In the last half of the game, Johnny was called on for a field goal. Before the game ended, he had kicked live between the upright goal posts. Those were the only scores made during the game. The next day his name was in the head lines of the Sunday papers: Richards Kicking Sensation of Army Gameg Richards Kicks Five Field Goals l and below the heading in the first paper: Richards, just the fourth member of the fa- mous backfield, came to himself yesterday, cut- ting loose with the greatest exhibition of drop- kicking ever seen upon a gridiron. The next afternoon the Held was covered with photographers, taking pictures of johnny kicking. As a result of this Johnny became self-con- scious. When he crossed the campus, he carried himself a little more erect. He talked more than usual and found a great deal to talk about. He ordered freshmen about, and began cutting classes regularly. That Wednesday the coach began criticizing him about not taking the end out. Then again the coach said he was loafing. Then McKlusky put another man in his place and sent johnny to the showers. The next week it was worse. The coach was raving about Iohnny's not getting his man. You are just going through the motions. Johnny got sour and useless after McKlusky said that about him. At last McKlusky in des- peration went to -Iohnny's roommate and asked, Can't you Find out what's got into him? We've got to do something. That night in their room, .lones said, The coach seems to think you're gumming the works in the backfieldf' There's nothing the matter with me, johnny replied. Well, somethingis wrong somewhere, Jones continued. Now on those sweeps. for instance, I can't seem to get loose. The end gets in on me before I'm started. He's your man, johnny. Sure, he's my man! Johnny said roughly. And I'll get him out of there when it means anything. But what's the use of taking chances of getting hurt against the scrubs ?

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E - ' The Blue E-f White 20 The story jones told McKlusky was not quite word for word but the coach got the idea. Why, the little swell-headed pupl' he raved, pacing the lioor with his lists jammed into his pockets. He gets a taste of fame, and he thinks he is a sensation. Damn the newspapers! They've just ruined the best interference back I ever had l Oh, he'll be all right. jones consoled. He,ll be all right when the pinch comes. But he wasn't all right. He was replaced by a scrub in the first quarter of the Princeton game and never returned to the line-up. In the next two games he didn't play at all. He just sat on the sidelines and sulked. He thought the coach was not giving him a square deal. Sooner or later he would get his chance, he thought. The team wasn't going so good without him, that was cer- tain. They had lost two games already, both by the margin of a point after touchdown. They would realize he was needed, and when they did, he'd show iem. When the reporters inquired why johnny wasn't playing, the coach told them that he had water on the knee. The last and biggest game of the year was the game with State. Johnny hadn't had his chance yet. Friday night there was a big bonfire on the campus. All the students gathered around and sang the school song while the band played. Then they cheered each member of the starting team. As the students marched away they were shout- ing: Beat State! Beat Stateli' The day for the final game was a cool Novem- ber day, with a large crowd gathering to see the final duel. During the first quarter neither team could score, and between halves the coach paced up and down, threatening his players. In the fourth quar- ter jones broke loose for a twenty-yard gain. A pass was good for twenty more yards, placing them in scoring position. Richards l johnny jumped to his feet at the sound of his name. f'Get ready to go in there.', Johnny jumped over beside the coach. If they don't make a first down, you're going in and drop-kick. They failed to make the down. johnny went in for kick formation. He glanced up at the State team, ready with outstretched arms to block his kick. He was wondering if he could get it away before they could 'reach him. The ball came back to him. He could see State's line charging through. Instead of kicking he faded back and tossed a pass to jones, who twisted his way through for a touchdown. He then trotted off the field. The stands were still cheering wildly as he reached the sidelines, but not for him. The only praise johnny got was from Mc- Klusky. That's using your head, he said, They would have blocked a kick. R. P., '35. HOW WE LOVE IT How we sigh With relief When the winter has gone, When, once again, We can smell the sweet earth That is muddy and brown And see the water running all day Down the gutter, And the tiny springs Ooze up from the ground. How we hush And listen To the first trill of the frog That comes from the pond Filled with purple iris And tall, green cat-tails Swaying in the fresh, sweet breeze That seems like the breath Of the rising moon. How we laugh With joy And tiptoe to see The very first robin When he sings in the tree! And the buds, all green, Grow and burst in the sun, While the crocuses, in frocks Of the brightest colors, Seem strewn in the path Of spring. M W . ., '34,