Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1907-05-07
AT the Game.

Mrs. Quarterback taking seat In the
Igrandstand) There 10 quite . draft
here. John. l do hope William will not
take cold.
Mr.. Quarterback (buttoning up bis
overoost)-It isn't - warm . 1t might
be. If William wasn't to play wouldn't
have come.
Mrs. Q.-Ths child ID we'll wrapped
up, isn't be? The ground out there looks
damp. Did he bring his rubbers with
him?
Mr.. OIL don't think the child is
bothering about rubbers just now.
Mrs. 90, there they come. Is
William with them?
Mr.. Ole very probably is; but l
don't see him. (To youth at his side.)
Do you know William Quarterback?
YOuth-Do know Bill Quarterback
Bet you life, old boy, and Bill's cracker
jack, he is.
Mr.. Q.-what did the young man say
William was?
Mr.. GA jumping jack, / think. !
didn't quite catch it.
Mrs. OIL wish could see william.
II wave my handkerchief do you think
he will see us?
Mr.. Ole doesn't know we're alive.
Mrs. Our William not know We
are alive! John, what do you mean?
Mr.. Q-Of course he does. But 1
mean he's thinking Of other things just
now. He's absorbed in the game.
Mrs. Q.-My William always thinks OF
his mother.
Mr.. Q.-There he is now.
Mrs. 90, wherep
Mr.. Q.-See him. He's coming this
way. He's carrying the ball under his
arm. Right over there.
Mrs. Q.-That one? That's not my
William. That young man is too dirty.
Mr. Dwell, it's your William all
right. And he's pink now to what he
will be.
Mrs. Q.-And my William is always
so neat.
Mr.. Q.-There goes the kickoff.
Mrs. Q.-Where is William
Mr.. Q.-He's got the ball and he's
away with it. dumping to his feet.) Go
it, Bill. Go it, boy. Get down the
field, Bill.
Mrs. O.. quilting at his coat tails y
Why, John. Sit down. You're acting
like mailman, John.
Mr.. Q-Rah! Rah! Dodge him, Bill.
That's it. You're the goods. No, he's
downed.
Mrs. @. las he drops into his seat)-
What has happenedP Can you see Will
liam?
Mr.. Q.-Not yet. Hes under the
bunch.
Mrs. Q.-And all those men on top of
my child.
Mr.. Ono, he's dug himself out.
There are no bones broken. He's walk
MIS-. Q.-Bones broken-John. My
William
Mr.. Q.-Your William has the ball
again. And he's going through the line
like creased lightning through row OF
tallow dips Dumping up.) Now you're
clear, Bill. Whoop! Rail- Rah! Run,
Bill. Run. you SON of your father, run.
Look out. That's stuff. Run, Bill, run.
Don't let 'em get you.
Mrs. @. Cooking about hopelessly.)-
Oh, dear!
Mr.. &C, cd boy, you Bill. No, you
dub, they've nailed you. If l had you
here I'd shake the life out Of you-if l
could.
Mrs. Q.-Will you sit DOWN. What are
you talking about?
Mr.. OIL guess the boy is hurt. Why
don't they pick him up?
Mrs. Q. (clutching his arm)-Who's
hurtP Not William, Johnp
Mr.. Q.-He's on his feet. He's all
right, Fguess.
Mrs. Q.-John, 60 down there at once
and see. Oh, if you don't l will. Are
there NO policemen John, dear, do
Mr.. Q.-Hush. It's all right. He's
gone to the bench. They've put in
substitute.
Mrs. @. with sigh of relief-Pm SO
glad. But the other boy. he may
Mr.. Q.-The other boy would sooner
take his place than fall heir to Rookie
feller's millions.
Mrs. Q.-Are you sure William is
Mr.. Q.-There's nothing the matter
with William now. But If he had only
got away with that run.-Pittsburg
Leader.