Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-10-13


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T NEVER saw anything quite like the next few
minutes In that stadium after we heard Of
Mr.. whitney's death. You would have believed
that every man there had lost a brother. There
were real tears-pl. nty of them--as the crowd
hled out. the foot ball defeat forgotten in this
greater tragedy.
Probably you were Immediately struck by the
coincidence OF Mr. Whitney's death and Peters
failure to make that important goal-a goal just
like the one Stanley Whitney had made years
before. And just SO was everybody at Cathe-
dral struck by that same coincidence, after the
first shock Of the tragic death had worn on. In
fact, it was the subject of session" in my
room on the following Monday night
6eYefal OF the KeltoWS naQ gathered there
after the evenings study was finished, and the
talk naturally turned to foot bali.
do you know what heard a fellow say
today?" spoke up Eddie Leach. "He said he'd
never believed In that sort of stun before, but
he'd be doggoned If he didn't think Stan Whit
ney would be alive today Peters had made
that kick"
+Oh, that's ridiculousi" said Peters feels
bad enough about losing that game without
having them talking like that"
Just the same" put in some one else cit
does seem funny that he should fail to make
that goal, after he'd made one just like it q
few minutes before"
pointed out, rather hotly the difference
between "play-acting" field goal and real
one, and the fellows finally admitted that Peters
should not be blamed for his failure
Nevertheless" persisted Eddie Leach 'theres
lot OF talk around school. and even If we
don't like it, it's hard to stop it,"
Scott Egbert, who had been silent until now.
suddenly took hand in the conversation. Scott
was wonder at math, and a fiend for facts
and statistics.
ION Saturday looked at my watch lust
Few seconds before the final whistle of the
game blew, and not more than a minute after
Peters missed the kick" he said "It was 4:36.
And my watch was right! Later / took the
trouble to note the time of Whitney's death.
Inc papers gave it as 4:35 Saturday afternoon,
which would make 1t at the very moment the
kick was missed Now, don't believe any of
this tonnyrot about mental telepathy and sug-
gestion and so en-, but do claim that that's
one OF the strangess condolences ever heard
Of"
We were all silent. Somehow things like that
always impress you more at midnight, when
everything Is quiet. And it was very quiet in
our house at night, for it stood on the very
edge OF the campus, just stones throw from
The new stadium,
In the midst of that pause there came the
patter OF bare feet in the hall outside my door
and Denny Jones, one of the freshmen burst
N HIS race was pale and his eyes were wide
Wen. what's the matter with you, Donny?"
1ddie Leach inquired. You look as though
you'd just seen ghost"
III think did" Denny guIped
4 Eddie laughed, but his laugh sounded rather
strained. The rest of us were sober enough.
md there could be no question as to the gem
lineness Of Donny's fright.