Evening star., 1934-10-07
BIN Erisbee liked his
football straieht---aod
that went for girls too

way that led to the second floor of valduccis
unsavory establishment. Then Summers was
probably here, too. And Fraser.
That's got nothing to do with u.s." Bim
said Come on"
Unsteadily Jim rose from the bench and
started for the door. Valducci, fat and per-
spring, caught sight of Frisbee and hailed him
with a wave of the hand
Mister Frisbee-I got something to ask you"
He produced thick leather bill fold, taking
from it blue rectangle of paper. Il cashed
this check for one of your players. II want
to ask you, do you think it's okay?"
BIN found himself staring at a check for
5000 on the Bank of Warwickton. 1t was made
out to the order of Courtney Summers and
signed by Horace Greenfield and Summers had
Endorsed the reverse side.
Sure. it's okay," Bim said quietly, handing
1t back
Outside he found Jim already settled in the
roadster. wait here a minute" he said, I'm
going back"
Meyers sat up. "Why?"
Because Summers is upstairs and maybe
Fraser. We've got game tomorrow and I'm
going to haul them out"
Lister, BIN. Don't 60 up there. Let 1t
CO." Jim had changed suddenly. He was
out OF the car again, SCralgnt ana SODeT.
why should let it go?"
Because you'll get your head knocked OF.
Come on, get in the car"
I'm going up," BIN said.
cav, don't mix up with EN-" said Jim.
Bim raised his eyes to the second-story win
dows and started forward. But Just then
something hit him hard on the jaw. He saw
Jim's fist falling back, and then he slumped
against Jim. The little quarterback lugged
him intn the roadSter and fn.ok ho uhaeI
h EXT morning dawned clear promising an
ideal foot ball day. Warwick and State
pennants unfurled themselves atop the Greenfield
Stadium. The morning train had dumped a
great load of State rooters into the town, and
automobiles had been bringing them in q steady
stream. More local fans were turning out than
usual, for the dedication of the stadium
event in itself-and good home team was
rumored
Down at one end of the bowl a temporary
stand had been built, fag-draped, with micro
phone connected to loud speakers. While the
crowds drifted in, two bands played alternately.
On the platform were Horace Greenfield, Bor-
leske and the coach for State. BIN was there,
too, in uniform. with States captain. And
there was old DR.. Mattain, who was to accept
the stadium for the college.
At the bands stopped playing and the crowd
hushed expectantly. But it was astonished to
see Bim, not Dr. Mattain, come to the micro
phone. And suddenly Frisbees voice, over the
wires and through the loud speakers was the
voice of a giant. 1t sounded strained, excited,
tense.
warwick friends, you've come here today to
see stadium dedicated, to see dedication
engineered by Mr.. Horace Greenfield. But
think you've come to see foot ball game
first of all. You've come to see clean game,
played the way Warwick and State always play.
If this stadium is to be dedicated at all, it
ought to be dedicated at that kind of a game"
The crowd saw Horace Greenfield half rise in
his seat and then fall back again. BIN Fris-
bees voice went on, stentorian, unnatural.
"But we can't play that kind of a game in
this stadium. I can't explain the reason now,
but we can't. If we want to play State-the
kind of game State wants, and Borleske
wants. and you want-wen have to move over
to Landon Field. You'd have to stand on the
side lines, like in the days Mig played for War
wick But you'd see a game with no ringers
and no paid players"
Bim stopped. They saw him reach toward
the mike and jerk loose the wires. Greenfield
was shaking his fist in the air. For a moment
every one was stunned. Then they saw the
captain Of the State team grasp Bim Frisbees
hand. AS one man that crowd rose and cheered
and yelled.
1t has been said that a crowd won't stand
nowadays to watch a foot ball game But II
did that day. And it was worth it. 1t saw