Evening star., 1935-11-13
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- laz42. Scooter

are pretty sick of his iron-hand tao
tics and are considering buying off
his contract. 1t has one more year to
run after this. I'd like nothing better
than to see him taking fast train out
Of here. How about it, Chuck? Now
give me the dope on the big run-in."
Chuck settled back In his chair,
about to relate the happenings which
took place on the field, when Sam re-
membered his compulsory gym class
at 4 pm. wait, Chuck, I've got to
duck over to the gym to take my tri-
weekly 'builder-up.' Notice the inn
provement in my strong and manly
physique since I subjected myself to
the Spartan rigors of the calisthenics
claSs?" And he threw out his rather
puny chest in an attitude of Hellenic
heroics. "A mighty Samson" shouted
Chuck, as he whacked his roommate
Justify on the chest Keep up your
exercises and you'll be the heavyweight
wrestling champion of the college yet"
And what won't do to you then"
bubbled Sam, pulling on his gym togs
and throwing robe around him.
Just watch me 60"
Sam had Just left the room when
some one yelled up from downstairs:
Hi! Arnold special for you
I'll sign"
Thanks, Cliff" shouted Chuck,
recognizing Cliff Herds voice. IN be
down for it in few seconds"
| CL,,ol, oal dnuT, tho ct r,jntad
up the letter, which he knew was
from Nancy, and three-stepped it up
to his room again.
He opened the letter.
Chuck Dearest:
I'm terribly sorry to diSappoint
you again, but will not be able to
! attend the dance with you the eve
ming of the Colburn- Sanford game.
Father is in fury. You know how
silly h is about foot ball. Well, he's
getting worse. I think it's the antici-
| patton of the Sanford game that has
him this way. Mother and l have
come to dread this season of the year.
The doctor said it's bad for his heart
How any one can get so excited over
| 4OOG OuiI Id lLAdAl NuLi
stand, but he certainly takes Colburn's
fate on the gridiron to heart.
He resents terribly your not going
out for the team, although you know
it doesn't make bit Of difference to
me. He goes around raving about COL
lege loyalties and lot of other things,
and claiming that you haven't any love
for alma mater or you'd play. l
tried to convince him that you like
Colburn immensely, but that you just
don't care TO be bothered with foot
ball
Well the outcome of it all is that
he absolutely refuses to allow me to
go to the dance with you 1 can't
defy him. much as I'd love to be there
with you. All this foot ball talk of
his makes no impression whatever on
me, darling, but it would make things
! lot easier and more pleasant for both
of US If you just made a pretext at
playing. Maybe If you asked the
coach for uniform, and sat with the
players, father would think you we're
on the team. guess not, though,
cause he reads the Colburn Daily
News carefully every evening. and he
boasts about knowing the weight and
abilities of all the players on the first
team.
i don't like to be a wet blanket,
| Chuck, and heaven knows this letter
is blue enough already. but I over
heard father tell mother that he
had 1t from one of the college au-
thorities that you were loafing again,
and that II it didn't stop soon he
would refuse to let you call ON me
any more.
Please use discretion. Chuck. 1t
would be dreadful If father says you
can't see me at all. Only that mother
spoke up for you I'm afraid he would
have done so already. Write me
soon, dearest. and tell me when you
can drive down again. Lovingly,
NANCY"
Chuck was never actually fond of
the old man. He always thought
of him as a big. afluent, egotistic
alumnus whose foot ball improved
the longer he was out of college. Now
that three decades had passed since
he held down the tackle position on
the right side of Colburn's famous
forward wall, he viewed the sport
through pink glasses. He talked of
1t in grandiloquent terms as the great
est moral force in molding the char
acter of adolescent young men. 1t
was. in his eyes. roughoand-ready
pastime, profitable to the softies of
the modern generation. Any fellow
who didn't go out for the team was
nothing short of despicable. He
lacked courage, intestinal fortitude
and real college spirit. He didn't
like Colburn.
There was no use arguing with
Mr.. Marshall. He had his viewpoint
and he made sure everybody around
him knew precisely what it-was. He
never liked Chuck from the very first
day he met him. Arnold
Arnold" he reiterated when Chuck
was first presented to him .
"aheml let me see, I rather
think I've heard that name before.
Now I have it Aren't you the
fellow who played quarterback on the
frosh team last year and refused to
go out for the varsity for reasons
you didn't care to make public? .
Well, how do you do. It's really
none of my business, young man, but
as a Colburn alumnus I certainly do
think you have made a mistake" .
was the way he greeted Arnold, and
Chuck never forgot.
With the advent of the foot ball
season the old man got even more
bitter toward Chuck. He was almost
inhospitable when Arnold called on
Nancy, and would have little If any
thing to say to him. Naturally,
Chuck expected the worst, and this
was 1t. He had looked forward with
happy anticipation to the dance on
the eve of the Colburn-Sanford battle,
but that was OF now.
He lit cigarette, sat down and