Evening star., 1935-12-09

N TUESDAY SnuCk EeCeANeo
A O. special delivery from Nancy.
She told him her father was
~ on his way home from
Europe and would be at the Sanford
game with her. please win this time.
Chuck. 1t will make us all so glad"
She mentioned that the metropolitan
papers of Sunday last said the most
dreadful things about him. They
say you lost your nerve on Jarwick's
high kick and didn't make half an
attempt to catch it. Instead you let
1t bounce of your head and gave Coke
q chance to score, which it did. What
does that cocky young Colburn quar-
terback think he is a well-known
columnist remarked, sarcaStically." !"
Nancys letter went on: ga soccer
player or a juggler.' Honestly, Chuck,
I think it's cruel the things they're
saying about you Only that father Is
going to see the Sanford game I
would suggest that you leave the team
rather than stand such abuse. Oh,
Chuck, dear, why didn't you catch
that ball that time? I do wish you
had"
At the end of the letter was post
script. 81 am inclosing one OF the
clippings from the city papers, just
to show you what horrible things they
are saying about YOU
Chuck picked up the clipping and
unfolded it. "Colburn Bows to Coke, y
ran the caption. Gold feet on part
of Crimson pilot leads to defeat"
Chuck's face flushed red. 1t made him
seethe with anger. After all, foot
ball was a. sport, not professional
spectacle inviting malicious and vitu-
perative criticism from sport writers,
he thought. Where did the man get
his colossal nerve? He read on Bit
terly. "Colburn's glorious chances for
an undefeated foot ball season and the
mythical Eastern gridiron champion
ship were kicked into the proverbial
cooked hat yesterday when Chuck
Arnold, sensational pilot of a week
ago, turned out to be mere flash IN
the pan by misjudging punt which
struck him on the head and put Coke
in a position to score the winning
touchdown.
Later on, as though to add insult to
injury, the Colburn pilot tried to
cover himself with individual glory at
the expense of the team by kicking
two field goals when it was obvious
that a touchdown was needed for a
tie"
Chuck threw down the clipping in
disgust. whats the trouble, Chuck,
what's eatin' you?" asked Sam.
"Oh, some Of these sports writer's
who don't know a thing about foot
ball ought to keep their mouths shut." 3"
Campus opinion. press notices and
hearsay information as relayed to
Chuck by Sam, convince Chuck that
maybe. after all, he was responsible
solely and entirely, for the defeat by
Coke. It ranked him to think about
1t. All he hoped for was another
crack at leading the varsity. He made
up his mind he'd never turn his eyes
the game again for any one. No
sir, Nancy could land in the stands
in a parachute and she wouldn't at
tract his attention.
In the only scrimmage of the week,
which was held on Thursday after
noon, Chuck played with a furious
abandon. He blocked the varsity
players as though it were matter OF
life and death. He passed bullet
heaves with a precision that brought
a hopeful smile to the face of Coach
Bertwell and made the players of
both the regular and second teams
open their eyes.
Friday afternoon was spent in going
over the plays Of the Sanford eleven.
The scouts, having worked on Sanford
every Saturday, were in position to
outline every detail of every play.
Bertwell had several of the scouts on
hand to point out to the team the
little subtleties that distinguish one
play from another even while it is in
its inception.
Stevens was in at varsity quarter
back for all but 10 minutes of the
session. Then Bertwell called Chuck
to step in the place vacated by Ste
vens. Arnold watched carefully every
play put on by the fourth team, the
outfit which always learned the op-
posing teams formations. He watched
especially the long passes and the
quick kicks, for they we're most dan
gerous so far as he was concerned.
The morning of the game was bright
and clear, with late autumnal chill
in the air. The team remained at the
field house so as to be away from the
fawning alumni returning for the
home coming celebrations and the
Sanford game Nancy and her father
arrived in their car Just before lunch.
When they entered the hotel Nancy
left her father for a minute and
, walked over to the cigar stand to
purchase q paper. The young man
behind the counter, evidently a stu
dent working his way through college,
was talking to two young alumni
whom he seemed to know. yeah" /"
he said, II think our chances of win
nirg are about fifty-f1fty, provided
Bertwell has enough sense to keep
that guy Arnold out of the game. He
flzzled the works royalty last week
against Coke. Stevens has it all over
him for running the team. But then,
Bertwell seems to think lot of Ar
mold, so you never can tell who'll
start"
Nancy was taken aback. She forgot
what she wanted and instead Of asking
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