Evening star., 1934-01-14
The
Guy Called Kidnap
By X. N. Allan
One of The Star Magazines
First-Run Stories.
Illustrated by H. c. Skyenda.
By X. ~ Allan
Illustrated by Il. G. Skyenda.

Z you've heard Of him, Of course
~ Eght-column banner headline across
the top of the sports page.
Kidnap Jones Shines as
Rangers D0,pn Mar0ons
Goal By Kidnap Jones Gives
Rangers Overtime Win
Oh yes you've heard of him, the 0utstand-
ing defenseman of the National Hockey League.
but you probably never heard how he got his
nickname Of "Kidnap"
Six years ago, when he was Is and playing
amateur hockey In q little Ontario mining town,
Frank Jones first met Terry Stuart Of the
Chronicle in the dressing room Of . small
town hockey rink-a two-by- -four kind OF room.
draughty and chill following . game In which
Jones had acquitted himself particularly well
He recognized Terry as soon as he came
into the room ("Sport Scraps" by Terry Stuart,
with his picture at the top Of the coaumn).
Clad only in q disreputable towel, Jones was
halfway to the makeshift shower, but he
stopped at sight Of Terry and favored him
with . grin.
Terry said. Jones? I'm Stuart Of the
Chronicle"
But Jones was not visibly impressed. Down
from Toronto for the game?" he asked
"Well-just happened to be passing through.
and dropped oh," Terry explained cautiously.
No use taking . chance giving the kid
swelled head
Jones let that pass what did you think
of me?" he inquired casually.
Terry's eyebrow went up a quarter Of an
inch Here was something new. As . rule
amateur athletes cultivated Terry very care
fully, and then after . couple Of weeks mem
toned difidently, "If you could give me . line
or 50 in your column-any kind OF boost 1t
would help lot, and I'd appreciate It," They
usually stopped there, whitening under TerTys-
appraising stare
He said now. "You were pretty fair, out
you're . sucker for a hook check, aren't you?"
YEAH" Jones agreed easily I've tried
every way, but I can't seem to figure It out
Now, II had the proper coaching"
Terry thought. There's no stopping thH
guy" He had . sudden notion to drop the
whole thing, but almost Immediately he de-
cided against it.
TOR the Kid was good. A fraction under
feet. and weighing 1e7-at 1s. He had
personality, too, that made him tremendously
popular, and when he took the puck his
stick and flashed down the ice = solo rush,
the crowd came to its feet Is one man, roaring
his name.
Terry said caustically. That's right. II Les
Patrick took you under his wing, you'd make
King Clancy look like somebody's doadering
great uncle" =
Sure I would" Jones began, and stopped.
He said you're kidding me-"
Terrys eyes went wide. Nov why en earth
would do that?"
"Aw" Jones said his face red "But that's .
fact Just the same Because look
Terry Stuart looked
And 1T the end of half an hour they were
friends. In that half-hour Jones had told
about himself; his hopes and ambitions
it developed that he was not really conceited.
but gloriously without conceit, knowing he was
good and admitting it-but most Of all how he
wanted to play on an Allan Cup team, which
is to say the amateur championship team Of
Canada.
TerTy's first move when he got back to town
was to look up Danny Evans, manager Of the
Monarchs-about the fastest amateur company
Terry knew.
("Didja see Terry Stuart's column last night?
He's pickin the Monarchs for the Allan Cup
next year.")
He finally found Evans in Cases smoke Shop,
where the sporting fraternity always gathers
on of nights. Danny" he began impressively.
when he had him cornered between the maga-
zine stand and the cash register. what would
you say If told you found . hockey player
tor you"
Il would say" replied Danny cynically,
sIemme outta here" A wise boy, Danny.
But in the end he had to give up.
THEY did not meet again until November,
when Danny Evans called the Monarchs
out for the first practice Of the new season.
Every one, even newspaper men, was ex-
cluded from the first Monarch workout. So
Terry, whose interest in Frank Jones was very
real, waited impatiently outside.
At length the long practice was ended, and
they came trooping back to the dressing room,
Evans ahead. When he saw Terry he paused
and mopped his brow This friend Of yours"
he began complainingly. "Who does he think
he is?"
YEAH" said Terry, II was afraid Of that
and went in search Of Jones. ~ r. Z