The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1934-12-28
IT'S A RACKET!
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By r. FL. WILKINSON
G. Bell syndicate.-wNU Service.

TOR the twentieth time the good
r looking young man in the gray
fedora hat, who occupied five
dollar seat in the south stands,
directly opposite the 5O-yard line,
leaned forward and spoke to the two
girls seated in front of him.
II beg your pardon, but wouldn't you
two girls just as soon sit still for about
five minutes? It's most annoying, the
way you're bobbing around"
simultaneously the two girls, young
and viyacious blond and a rather plump
but decidedly attractive brunette,
turned, eyed the young man from gray
fedora to dull brown oxfords, and said.
"'Humph." With this they tilted their
noses and turned away, nudging each
other and giggling together.
Down on the field a whistle had
blown and a gray-jerseyed substitute
was relieving an injured halfback.
"Oh, he's hurt! The poor darling
Look, he can't walk. Isn't it a shame
Why, see there, that man in the white
knickerbockers is yelling for him to
hurry"
This from the blond.
Darling, look! The substitute. Isn't
he adorable. That hair! Flaming red!
Oh, the old meanie, he's covering it up
with that hat with earlaps."
This from the brunette.
A rather thick-set and florid-faced
gentleman, who occupied the seat next
to the blond, shifted nervously, cleared
his throat, and in desperation turned
to stare Jelly at the girls.
Listen, miss, that isn't a hat with
earlaps. It's helmet. Now, why don't
you girls just sit and watch the game
quietly. Wen let you know when it's
time to cheer"
The thick-set man seemed to have
plenty of support.
There was a general stir in the i'm
mediate vicinity of the girls, sounds
of assent and applause.
The blond shifted, tossed her head
and drew as far away from the thick
set man as possible.
Look" she cried, they're going to
play. Oh, I'll bet they'll give Red the
ball. I'll bet they will. If they hurt
him I'll just cry. He's too precious
for words"
The blond was right.
The play had scarcely got under way
when the red-headed substitute started
on right-end run, with the ball tucked
snugly under his ARMAND was thrown
for four-yard loss.
The brunette stifed a scream.
"Oh, aren't they horrid! It's awful.
They're jumping on him, and after he's
down, too! Oh, oh, just can't bear
to look"
She covered her eyes with her arm.
a gesture which INSTRUCTED the vision
of the youth in the gray fedora, who
sat directly behind.
He leaned forward, his face red and
angry, but the thick-set man was ahead
of him. .
Listen, miss, they aren't hurting him.
Even though they ought to. That red
head is lousy. They've just got him in
while Windy Davis is resting up. Now
be a good kid and keep still.
"He is not !"
The blond whirled, eyes agleam.
Reds the best player on the team.
TIL bet those other boys will be pun
ished for jumping on him."
The thick-set man groaned and gave
his attention to the field.
The play had started again, and Red
had the ball.
He ran back for a forward pass, but
before he could make the throw a GRIM
son man was in and had tackled him.
The crowd groaned.
The blond stood up.
They're cheating" she shrieked.
They're cheating. They didn't give
him a chance TO throw itr'
She sat down suddenly, propelled by
a tug from behind.
Eyes flaming, she whirled, only to
meet the abstract look of the young
man in the gray fedora and the grin
ming countenance Of the thick-set man
"Smarty!' she said to the thick-set
man.
'Smarty! Well, you just wait and
see. I'll bet Red wins. I'll bet he
UOeS. ne > lue DeSI L1du Oh the team.
Tll-Ill-" she fioundered, seeking ade-
Quate words to relieve her feelings.
"Tll bet hundred dollars he does !"
She finished with desperate, taunt-
ing look in her eyes.
The thick-set man stared, half grin
ming, half serious.
1t suddenly occurred to him that here
was chance to pick up some easy
change.
He wished there weren't so many peo-
pie around.
1t was too much like taking candy
from baby.
The young man In the light fedora
suddenly came to his assistance.
Take it," he whispered.
"Bet her they'll take Red out before
the quarter ends. It'll shut 'em up!"
The thick-set man grinned and leaned
toward the blond.
"Pll Just take that bet, sister. I'll
just bet you an even hundred that they
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