Woodland High School - Jewel Yearbook (Woodland, ME)

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20 THE JEXYEL t'hal,'it for the egotistical Don had tak-- en three straight games before Bob could get even one point. The set ended 6-0 with Bob rapidly tiring. llis opponent, Moore, had played in the first half of the semi-finals the night he, Bob, had played that As he was playing in the same afternoon, therefore before, while very morning, finals on the not having much time to rest, his oppon- ent had a. great advantage. After a much needed rest on Bob's part, the second set was begun, This set was a. little better than the first with llloore winning by a 6-2 score. There was little doubt in the minds of the spectators as to who would win the third set and the championship. As the players were changing courts at the beginning of the 3rd, and what appeared to be the last set, More stopped Bob, saying. Hliisten, mug, l'm gonna play you right off the floor this set. I hate a quitter. Quitterl That work stung, Bob turn- ed to follow Moore who was walking away. But-. Ile wanted to tell him how tired he was and that he had played only a few hours ago. Suddenly a motto came to his mind a motto his father had taught him to live by. He stopped in his tracks, turned, and walked back to his own court saying to himself, A winner never quits, and a quitter never wins. So heis going to plav me off the floor this set, is he? He only thinks he isl'l Part of the fans left at the end of the second set thinking that the third would be a. replica of the first two. How- ever, the greater part of the spectators stayed to get their money's Worth as they put it. Bob started the set bv driving his serve into Moore's left-l1a11d back corner for a 15-love. ln that third set Bob, goaded into action by Moore's cutting words, gave an exhibition of as fine a tennis game as was ever seen in Madison Square Garden. The final score of the third set was 6-1 Rogers. Bob, near a point of exhaustion fin- ally won the fourth set 6-3. As he lay prostrate on the fioor at the beginning of the rest period, the spectators stood as oine and gave him a hand such as no one since Tilden had received among tennis fans. Vvlhen his trainer came onto the floor with a towel and water, Bob said to him, Jimmy, I don't know how, but l'm going to win this set. t'All you've got to have is the will to win, kid. lf you think you can do a a thing you can. VVell, l see it's time. After this se', kid, you'll either be a champion of just another tennis player who couldnlt. take it. As he got up Bob Rogers found that his muscles had begun to tighten up and that there seemed to be iron weights fastened to his feet. Bob walked to his back court and thought of Jimmy's words, K' the will to win. Again and again, the words went through his mindfthe will to win, the will to win. t'YVell, he said to himself, 'tl have the will to win and I'm going to win odds or no oddsfl To the great pleasure of the fans Bob took the first three games, all after deuces. Don Moore won the next game after a deuce and the fifth by five straight points. Bob, after taking the next game, led four games to two. The physical strain was tremendous. It was telling rapidly upon Bob. Now the fans were on their feet to cheer their favorite on to victory. The next two games were taken by Moore making it 4 all. There were only two games between both boys and a championship. Moore drove his serve into the net making it 15 love in favor of Bob. Rog- ers served to Moore's backhand and, not being able to handle it, his return went into the bleachers, making it 30 love. Moore returned two more of Bobls serves

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Literary THE DARK CONTINENT I am about to indulge in writing my first story. So when you start criticizing after you l1ave read the story kindly take tl1is i11to consideration. To get on with the story. It happened in the Dark Contin- ent. Myself a11d my very close part- ners, by name Ben, Butch, a11d Herman, were in full charge of a mi11e owned by the Great Diamond Syndicate which is controlled by English stock holders. In describing my partners and myself I will leave no detail out. Butch is the muscle man of our group. He is a big, strong, ugly looking brute with the heart of a baby. Herman is afbout the same as Butch but on a smaller scale. His facial features are much less brutal than Butch's. Ben is, I'm sorry to say, of the most nervous type. But from much kid- ding and many slaves he has learned to stand up under fire with the best of them. I, myself, am Professor Arthur Harding and, because of my hobby being Archeology, I carry our little group into many hazardous adventures. This one that I Write about nowe is one of the most hazardous and peculiar of them all. It was a very dark and sultry, sticky hot night when Ben, Butch, Herman Zllld myself were sitting quietly on the porch of our lodge. All of the native workers were sleeping a11d it was very quiet, al- most too quiet. There was not even the customary laugh of the hyena. As we smoked Ben had remarked on tl1e quiet- ness of the evening. Mmm, mighty quiet tonight. Butch had said smirkingly, Maybe little man should go hide head under the bed. l had disregarded Butch's remark and not- iced, too, that it was much more quiet than usual. A twig had snapped and we had all jumped to our feet. Kolu, our native foreman, had come running onto the porch panting almost exhausted, Tuan, Tuan,', he whispered, Horned Devil walk. I looked at iliutclr. llis eyes went wide. IVho is the Horned Devil? To find out and for another thrilling episode of The Dark Continent tune in on this same station tomorrow night. This is station XVTBS sponsored by the XVide Range Transcription Co., locat- ed in VVoodland, Maine. Blair Brown 40 7 HK: 39 Sli Sk :lk THE XVILL TO IVIN 'tLove-1'ifteen,y' rang the cry of the scorer through Madison Square Garden like the wail of muezzin from a Moslem minaret. It was the first game of the finals in the National Indoor Tennis Championship between Bob Rogers and Don Moore. Rogers, a tall youth with blonde hair, complimented Moore, shorter and stockier, for making the first point. Say, that's a great serve you've got there. I hope it isn't a habitfy Moore's reply wasn't quite so cor- dial. 'KI think you'll find it is a habit, Rogersf' Huh, Swellheaded isn't he ? thought Bob as he walked back to the center of his court. Moore's great serve certainly was a

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T H E J outside of the court gg-iviiig' the grame to Bob makng the score 5-4. As Bob raised his arm to serve in what he hoped to be the last frame, his head swam dizzily, and he could barely make outthe hazy form of Moore who was standing on the other side of the net waiting' for the serve. His serve was so weak it went into the net making it love 15-Moore. Bob returned Moore's serve, putting it past his baekhand and making- it 15 all. Moore EXVEL 21 made it 30-15 by putting Ro,Q'er's serve into the net. Serving with all the might 0 his wanningr strength Bob was reward- ed by a 40-15. Bob made it a deuee by putting' two into the net, ,and Don Moore returned two of Bob's serves outside to give Bob advantage and the National Indoor Tennis Championship. As Don Moore shook his hand and congratulated him the stands rose as one and grave a tremendous eheer to a tennis player who had what it takes 'tthe will to win. i f tl? ll' al s K Qa tar