The Coolidge examiner., 1934-01-12

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| Brewster had reached the end of
its schedule and was playing its final
game, the big game, with Pencost,
its greatest rival.
Frank was still on the substitute
list.
He was moody and morose as he
sat there with the other subs,
watching the varsity go into action.
And yet, secretly, he wanted
Brewster to win, couldn't help
wanting her to win.
But from the start it began to
look as If Pencost was going to
! smash Brewster's record.
They managed to roll up six
points in the first quarter and an
other six in the second.
Both attempts to kick the goal
failed.
The third period netted neither
team tally, but the Brewster out
fit was looking rather sick.
Man after man had either limped
or been carried from the field. It
looked as If Pencost was out for
vengeance.
1t was about the middle of the
last quarter when Coach Prince
called Franks name.
At first Frank could scarcely be-
lleve his ears.
Listen, Storey" the coach said.
Partridge, who's now playing left
half is about shot. I've got to take
him out and there's no one else to
put In but you. It's your chance. Go
to It'll"
80. K, coach"
Frank was little dazed and sur
prised, but he donned his helmet
and went out to relieve Partridge.
Up In the stands the crowd idly
noticed the substitution. AS far as
they were concerned the game was
over.
And Brewster was on the tail
end. There wasn't a chance.
Many had already begun to crowd
toward the exit tunnels. Yet several
thousand still remained, more in
terested In watching the score
board behind the goal posts, which
flashed at regular intervals the
scores Of other contests being held
all over the nation.
Suddenly a roar broke from the
crowd. The score board had flashed
the news that Able Booth had
scored a touchdown.
Down in the field Frank Storey
had just taken the ball from the
quarterback and was sprinting
around left end.
He heard the roar of that crowd
and thrilled.
At last He was attracting some
attention! They had recognized
his genius They were spurring
AAAd Oh " 'ANlOlJ
Franks heart pounded joyfully.
Grimly he set his teeth. He low
cred his head and plunged. Five,
10, Is, 20 yards.
A Pencost man was veering
close. Franks free arm shot out.
He heard the dull thud as his
nnanoH natr1
Then he looked up and his pulse
leaped.
The field was clear. He was
awayl
Up the field he plunged madly,
frantically.
Pencost men were at his heels,
but they'd never catch him now.
Over he went
A touchdown
The roar of the crowd was deaf
ening.
They were still roaring when Cap
tain Armstrong kicked the goal and
brought the tally up to II to Z, in
favor of Pencost.
Frank trotted back down the field.
He looked at the crowd and smiled.
He was happy.
He knew that they expected him
TO push over that winning touch
down. He wanted them to.
They were lined up again.
The quarterback was barking the
signals.
The ball was going to Frank.
He set his teeth. He heard the
crowd roar.
And he knew even before the ball
reached his hands, he was going to
make it. Nothing would stop him
now. Nothing!
And nothing did. Frank was hand
ed the ball in the next three plays,
and each time he plunged nearer
and nearer the goal line.
The screech of the referees whis-
tie sounded in his ear just as he
passed over the chalk, bringing
Brewster to victory.
And this time, as Frank turned
and trotted back down the field, he
heard them shout his name !:
Storey! Storey! Storey! Yeaaah,
Storey ~