Westdale Secondary School - Le Raconteur Yearbook (Hamilton, Ontario Canada)

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SPLIT-SECO D TIMI G I arrived at the locker-room at eight-fifteen. The coach came in and read the line-up. I was in the first string at full-back position. Hs We Went onto the field, I noticed that it was dry and fast, and that wed have a chance to rely on our aerial attacks. We won the toss and elected to receive. Our opponents from Montreal took advantage of the wind by picking the north end of the field. The kick was high, and Mike Lenko, our quarter, took it on the run. He ran it for eighteen yards, before being brought down on the forty. Ross took it for five on the first down, by finding a hole in the centre. I got clear on the double extension to pick up twelve yards, before their safety man nailed me. On our first down, Lenko called for a pass to Hobbs. Hs the snap came back, I saw a Montreal man break through, and I went down with him, in a desperate attempt to help Lenko. The pass was wobbly, and fell short, and Hobbs tried desperately to reach it. He missed and Robinson of Montreal snagged it and ran it back to our thirty-eight. H run around the right end caught us flat-footed, and put Montreal in a scoring position. The next two minutes were a nightmare as Montreal poured it on, and pushed the ball to our twelve yard line with two brilliant line smashes. We held on desperately then, and Montreal fin- ally contented themselves with a one-point rouge. Hgain in possession of the ball, we tried the old passing play. This time it was to me. I broke free in time to see the ball come rocketing over the line straight into my arms. It landed solidly and felt good as I tucked it under my arms. The white stripes sped by under my feet, as I tore up the field. I could see their safety man bearing down on me from the right. He crashed headlong into my outstretched hand, and I could feel the terrific impact rattle my teeth. Several seconds later, I went over the line standing up. My kick was good 5th Former: What would you advise me to read after graduating. English teacher: The Help Wanted Column. H. BHRR. and I left the field feeling pretty elated. Ht the end of the first half the score read Montreal l- Hamilton 6. During the third quarter our second string held the Montreal boys to three points, while the battle rocked back and forth at midfield. Finally Ravineau from Montreal kicked a beautiful forty-two yard field goal, just as the gun went to end the third quarter. We went back on the field, determined to under- mine the Montreal defences and sever their one- point lead. The first play went sour as Carl Marche fumbled on a bad lateral by yours truly . He fin- ally recovered it, but we now had seventeen yards to make up. Hn end run by Lenko took us up about six yards. On the third, I booted, and felt it hit my foot solidly. It sailed far and high, and I saw our end, Fred Taylor, get his man a split second after the ball settled into his arms. Montreal now fought desperately, and confined their attacks to the ground. Finally, however, they fumbled, and we started to roll. Taylor took a short pass on our twenty-five and ran it for eleven yards. Pin end run by Lenko again, gave us a first down. On our third down Lenko rifled a short lateral pass to me and we were away. Hs the ball smacked into my hands, I saw Dawson, our centre, open up a big hole for Hobbs. He shot through, and I really leaned into that pass. It whistled over the line and into Hobbs' arms as he tore up the field, with Taylor flanking him. Pls Hobbs neared the Mon- treal line, two tacklers caught him. He drove into them, with a force that must have shaken the stands. Qt the last split second he lateralled to Taylor. Taylor took the pass at full speed, and without even changing his pace, bowled over the safety man, and crossed the line. The point was easy after that, and the final score sounded some- thing like this: Hamilton I2-'Montreal 7. You may be sure that we celebrated that night. 27

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WI-10? The pale moon that was lost in the clouds of that fateful night occasionally broke through to illumin- ate the touring bus at rest in the city. H woman stepped aboard it, glanced through the bus, and looked at the driver. She handed him her ticket and remarked, 'Tm afraid that your company's idea of a moonlight sightseeing tour isn't very popular. Your only other passengers are those two young couples in the back . Thats right, lady, answered the driver. He then spoke to the other passengers. Hs long as there's only six of us, we may as well get acquainted. My names Bones: you can call me Bill. l was chosen to conduct this tour through Sleepy Hollow because l am a descendant of Brom Bones. You've all heard of himp he's the hero of Washington lrving's tale, 'The Headless Horsemanf Well, let's shove off . The bus left the city and in half an hour turned off from the bright highway down a dark, narrow country lane. The driver continued to recite his descriptions, ln a few minutes we will be passing through Tarrytown. This is Sleepy Hollow l'll stop the bus here. You remember that here, Brom Bones, my great-great-grandfather, outwitted the HQNK SKOCZYLHS. schoolmaster, lchabod Crane. No one has heard of or seen lchabod since that day, You can all get out for a look and a breath of air. Hurry back: the bus leaves in fifteen minutes . Hfter the sightseers had gone, the driver leaned back and relaxed. He glanced up at his rear-view mirror and noticed that someone was sitting behind him. The stranger's face was pale and thing a hooked nose stuck out sharply: his eyes were cold and glassy, and the flesh hung limply around them. He placed his bony, colourless hand upon the driver's shoulder, and through his green-tinged lips issued a gurgle that said, I have been waiting for you, Mister Bones. lt has been a long time- The black night seemed to become blacker, as if the moon had blown a fuse: the stillness of the dark countryside seemed to increase incredibly. The sightseers, who by this time were beginning to return to the bus, were rudely startled by a horrible scream. They ran to the busy there they found the driver dead, his face frozen in an expres- sion of ghastly fear. They said that he died of fright. Who could the stranger have been? WHO? Pls quickly as the falcon snatches its prey From out the air, on wings so light, So does the gathering dusk leave day- Pl forgotten yesterday with morrow bright. Rnd as the night on silent wings doth glide, Bringing morn where no shadows hide To darken thoughts and dim our views, Or mar our little happiness, few Dark thoughts flash across the mind Of this sunny day, of temperature kind: For though we walk with thoughtless aim, We inwardly thank God for the gifts that came: Matchless beauty of high-riding clouds Encompassing the sun like large death shrouds. Through the morn and afternoon, These exotic clouds on the earth have cast Darkened glances of an endless tunep Hnd as the sun once more sinks, another day we've safely passed. ROGER IONES. 26

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