Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-01-05
INSTALLN1ENT i.

COACH PERRIN Of the Faraday Academy
basket ball team moved nervously about on
his chair, his eyes following with lightning
swiftness the movements of his players on the
HOor before him. There! Capt. Grimes had
the ball. He was about TO shoot. The coach
uttered o groan Of despair. The ball had gone
clear over the blackboard and on to the running
track above.
The Faraday students gave vent to . poorly
suppressed groan and many eyes sought the
scoreboard, which read: Faraday, 81; Holton.
a.. Coach Perrin clenched his hands, watching
Capt. Grimes jumping for the toss at center.
Once more the Holton center outjumped him.
as he had been doing all evening. moment
later q % had replaced the a on the Holton
seorebOard.
Coach Perrin glanced along the row Of SUBJ
stituteS in desperation. There was nothing else
for him to do-he must take Grimes out, even
II he was the captain of the team. The coach's
eyes rested on the good-looking face of TALL
slim boy with brown curly hair. sitting a short
distance down the bench Then he leaned for
ward and called "Filene!"
Ken Filene glanced up, jumped to his feet,
and a moment later was crouching at the
cOach's side.
This quarter will be over In a minute"
said the coach In q low voice. "As soon as the
whistle blows. 90 in for Grimes"
Eyes, sir!" Ken's voice was tense with eager
ness
And try to outjump that Holton center. Get
the bali back to Anderson-play No. Z. Go into
the basket and take plenty Of shots yourself.
We've got to pull this game out Of the FIRE."
"AM right, coachl" Ken's eyes went back to
the floor. Then the whistle announcing the
end Of the quarter sounded. He peeled on his
sweater and rushed out to touch Capt. Grimes
on the arm
TIN replacing you, Grimes" he said briefly.
then turned to the referee.
with his eyes, and O scowl Of anger and re-
sentiment passed over his heavy features. He
slouched toward the Sidelines and pulled Q
sweater over his head without word. Under
the directions Of the cheer leader the Faraday
students gave the captain q cheer. but 1t was
not too hearty. A moment later, however,
when Ken FIlene's name was on the end Of .
yell, the rafters shook.
The fourth quarter started Ken found him.
self facing q TALL rangy man in the opposing
center. He Signaled for play No. z, then as
the ball was tossed his stretching fingers took
1t away from the Holton jumper and tipped
1t backward. Like q fash he was away toward
the basket. The guards pass came straight
and true and Kens short shot swished through
the net for score.
The Faraday students yelled until their
Threats were hoarSe, and the sound was music
to Kens ears. Something like inspiration filed
him. He dashed back for the next toss. FIJI
teen seconds later he got o shot from past the
middle Of the food and again the bali found
the net as true as q bullet.
From that moment on the halls of the gym.
nasium echoed with the name "Filene" Ken
ran Wild and when the game ended he had &C.
counted for five field goals and free throw
And Faraday had won, SO to IS. In the locker
room the other members of the team crowded
around TO congratulate him, but Capt Grimes
went sulkily about the business of getting
dressed without Q word. Outside of the gym
Ken found q crowd Of his fellow classmates
waiting to cheer him as he made his way to-
ward the dormitory with q triumphant smile
on his face. He had done It'll He had shown
that he was better player than the captain
OF the team and from now on he would un-
doubtedly be the regular center for Faraday
Academy.