Evening star., 1921-12-04
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quiet moments when you could catch
your breath and untangle yourself
from your neighbor's elbows. but
mostly we were upon our toes letting
loose the rah-rahs. And then, along
toward the end nj the first half,
think it was. came that grand mix-up
near the side lines, out of which shot
this muddy hero with the ball tucked
under his arm. How that youth did
streak it. ducking and lodging as he
was tackled; now going down smash
as somebody hurled themselves at
him, then squirming out OF the tackle.
dumping another player who came at
him full tilt. and finally getting clear
of 'em all and making that grand run
that finished only after he'd slid over
the goal line on his face.
Talk about excitement. / was
hugged by the perfect stranger who'd
been pounding my shoulders. Barry
was helping balance the girl in front
as she stood on one foot and waved
her flag. ! lost my hat and didn't
know it, and the riot of voices was SO
big that / couldn't hear full brass
band not thirty feet from US. | knew
they were playing, because l could
see the bass drummer beating away
for all he was worth. And it must
have lasted for minutes. Anyway,
a touchdown had been made. ana
nothing more important than that can
least. you'd have thought so II you
could have heard that racket.
Suddenly. cutting the low hum OF
conversation as sawmill whistie
cuts the morning fog. came this fuil-
toned. high pitched yell: "Yee-e-e-
ough-wow,' 1t wasn't any refined
ruh-ruh-ruh college yell or any part
Of it. 1t was a northern Minnesota
yawp. I knew. because I'd heard II
before Also l could guess who had
let it out. lnez.
AND in fash l could guess What
"A hsl happened. AS perhaps I've
mentis. .,ed before. Miss Petersens
ment<. processes aren't lively. NO.
Her mind is apt to act deliberately.
1t can work up to state OF agita-
ton on rare occasions. Not all in
minute, though. Takes times. But
let her alone and Inez will finally get
there. Nobody had troubled her while
all this excitement had been going
on. Probably she hadn't grasped at
first what it was all about. But she
wanted to- She'd tried. Gradually
she'd caught the thrill. And then.
after everyone else had quit. she'd let
herself GO What did she care if she
was a bit late? She wanted to reg
lister her enthusiasm for that seventy
yard run. And she had. But one
yelp wasn't enough to satisfy her.
She has some lung power when she
opens the throttle. Evidently that
veil had pleased her. Why not give
'em another?
"Yee-e-e-ough-wow
Say, I'll bet they could hear that
IN the stands at the far end of the
field. 1t was some whoop. I'll say.
You could see folks craning their
necks and staring in our direction.
Even the players trotting by were
Sawping up. So. with my ears get
ting pink. ! turned towards 1nez. |
got one look and then | gasped and
collapsed behind Barry Platt. If
.here'd been a hole big enough I'd
nave slipped down under the grand
stand.
For what do you think? 1nez. in
he excitement of this delayed and
fone cheering act of hers, had shed
i,er fur coat. Can you guess what
she had on? Knickers. A complete.
,1p-to-th minute golf suit to match
hat fluffy tam, including short coat.
what you call ems. and pair of
'uzzy plaid golf socks that would