Evening star., 1933-10-15

before he was due down town for work at the
Sweet shop. Six nights of the week, except
when the team had game away from home,
Ted spent the hours from 7:30 to II behind
the counter of the store, expertly concocting
seemingly endless parade Of chocolate milk
shakes, butterscotch narshmallow pecan SUM-
daes. and North High specials.
But this Saturday night his work was real
pleasure. The store was full all evening. and
half the customers who passed the counter
stopped for a moment to congratulate him ON
his afternoons play. Then when the crowds
started coming in after the movies at 1890.
he had so many people talking to him that he
could hardly do his work.
"A good night tonight, Ted" commented Mr..
Harris. proprietor Of the Sweet Shop. as he was
about to leave. Every time you play q good
game the stores business shows it."
Ted grinned. Hope nobody accuses me OF
professionalism for cashing in ON foot ball this
way" he said lightly.
Mr. Harris grunted "Well, Of course I'd hire
you anyway, because you're good worker, but
your foot ball helps. It makes me more than
glad to pay you SO . week which Is more
than you could make Just in the evening any
where else"
TT Certainly is" Ted agreed. "And don't
think I don't need the money. With seven
years Of college ahead Of me, I want every
penny I can scrape together"
commented Mr.. Harris, with shake Of his
head.
But it's worth it, to be a surgeon" retorted
Ted. I'D 60 longer than that if had to-"
TED slept late on Sunday. It was the only
day he could sleep late, for every other
morning he got up early and tried to get some
studying done before he left for school, With
foot ball practice lasting until $50 or in
the afternoon, and his job in the evening, it
was the only time he could find to put his
books.
He went to church with his mother and
father and then spent the afternoon reviewing
his chemistry. He had an exam in chemistry
coming ON Tuesday, and he was worried. He
hadn't been keeping up well in it-nor in his
other subjects, for that matter-and he knew
that failure in this test might mean he
would become ineligible to play foot ball.
Monday night he went to practice, usual,
and he worked as usual that night. Practice
had been hard, and he was dead tired when
he finally rolled into bed just a few minutes
before midnight. But he had set the alarm
clock beside his bed at o'clock, determined
that he would put one final hour on that
chemistry
At 6 o'clock the next morning the faithful
alarm sounded its summons. Sleepily, Ted
reached out of bed and shut it Off In his
subconscious mind there was warning: he
had to get up and study. But his weary body
rebelled, and his sleep-heavy eyes closed once
more. He knew nothing further until his
mother routed him out Of bed at 7:45, and
then he had to rush furiously to get to school
time.
THE chemistry quiz was as bad as he had
expected, and his ignorance of the subject
even worse. There were 10 questions When
he left the class room at the end of the period
he felt sure of only three of them, and gave
himself fair chance of being right on three
more. Four questions had been entirely be-
yond him.
He was worried about that quiz all day, al
though he became so absorbed in his beloved
foot ban during practice that he temporarily
forgot chemistry. North High was to meet
the powerful Marshall eleven on the following