Evening star., 1935-11-13
INSTALLMENT /.


hell, Any one with lead in his dogs
can plug straight for the showers.
We don't want any traffic cops out
here.
ok. OK now. Everybody
up! C'mon, get a hustle on. Step
on it. We're not out here to pick
daisies. 'Smatter Red? Got type
writer in va breeches? No? Well
then what in hell's names holdin' va
back? And you, too johnson :.
You've been draggin' that Charlie
horse round here for a week. See if
va can't shake it. will va Remind
me of bunch of creampuffs :. you
guys"
An ominous scowl of affected in
dignation and deep concern dark
ened Dan McBriars face as the
players hurriedly gathered around
him. He knelt on one knee, and the
players knowing that when he did
that it always meant that he was
about to give instructions for the
practice session, crowded closer. His
sharp eyes scanned the faces of his
charges. His big underslung jaw as
sumed a deliberate angle. Listen
up!" he barked.
You birds know as well as l do
we've got job on our hands. Two
weeks from Saturday We meet San
ford. You know what they've got,
and va know what we've got. Star
as can see we've got nothing but
bunch of half crippled dodoes. In
two out of three we've taken it. on
the chin. But if I've got anything
to say about this Sanford battle, and
know right we'll l have, we're go
ing to take 'em, and take 'em right.
What's more we're goin' to start
right now. All season you birds have
been hugging that dummy instead OF
cracking it. You've been pickin' off
each other as though you were bow
ing YOUR old Aunt Elizabeth into a
rockin chair, instead of rafting eacn
others back teeth. And you've been
pettin' busted up every time you
tackled a man or hit the line. Well.
Dustin up or no Dustin up, Charlie
horses or no Charlie horses. from now
on you're gonna CO. go until we take
u,
We start right now right here.
Listen up'now and get these assign
mentS."
The squad cooked its ears. Nc
Briar fumbled in the torn pockets of
his dirty old coaching knickers Un-
rewarded. ne jerked his hands out
of his pockets and yanked of his
Folt hat ii
since he first came to Colb'rn five
years before 1t was his luck charm.
At least he thought so. But the
students were beginning to DOUBT It's
magic. Sanford had won for two
years straight even though McBria-
had worn the charmed chapeau at
both games.
From the hat. he snatched
crumpled bit of yellow paper. Here's
yer instructions Get 'em now. and
get EN- straight! :. =. Listen up!
Tackles and guards on the charging
blocks, Is minutes. Ten on the
dummy for" He got no further.
The penetrating beep beep OF a
powerful automobile horn drowned
out his words. His face flushed GRIM
son. He stood up and glared past
the crowd of fellows along the side
line to fasten his eyes on Chuch Ar
mold. who was sitting behing the
wheel of his smart looking roadster,
fussing furiously with the horn but
ton and looking directly at McBriar.
For fully a minute the big-framed.
heavy jowled coach stood staring at
Arnold, while the piercing "beep" OF
the horn disrupted the practice ses-
sion. The players looked at Arnold
with expressions of disgust. McBriar
clasped his hands over his huge
stomach, and with evident restraint
said to the squad huddled at his feet,
II ask you fellows, wouldn't you know
it?' Then his anger asserted itself.
Get that machine out of here.
Arnold, before I come out there and
throw you out of here. What's the
big idea of blowin' a tin horn in our
ears around here anyway? We all
know you're here. Stop that darn
thing from BLOWN, and stop it quick" !"
I'm sorry, COACH" yelled back Ar
mold apologetically, but the darn
things stuck. l can't stop it,"
Cant stop it. You can get that
car outta here, and mighty fast at
that. Just like you to come around
f. here and add to our troubles, with
the Sanford game right at hand. II
you weren't afraid of Soilin' your
hands you'd be right out here with
the rest of us where you belong, in
stead Of sailing around in that bus o
yours raisin' merry cain"
Just then the horn stopped blowing.
In the excitement McBrair had walked
off the field toward the car. Arnold
didn't move. I'm mighty sorry the
horn got stuck, COACH" he said as Nc
Brair came to a halt just beside him,
but don't see what right you've got
to try to tell me what I ought and
ought not do
For q second McBrair was taken
aback. He didn't know what to say.
Tell you what to do?" he finally
blurted out. why If were the presi-
dent of this institution I'd toss you out
of here so fast you couldn't tell your
face from third base. It's you and
others like you who cause this college
to lose games. But what's the use
OF talkin'? You know it all. You're
the great Am. You're too good a
foot ball player for Colburn. You
should'a gone to Harvard or
somewhere"
Arnold tried hard to hold his tongue.
But he hated McBrair ever since
that Fall afternoon of his fresh
man year when the frosh team scrim-
mayed the varsity. Even as he sat
there trying desperately hard not to
tell McBrair what he thought Of him.
the picture Of that disillusioning day
OF a year ago flashed across his mind.
Arnold was plotting the yearling
eleven in grand style. The varsity
was yielding ground before the frosh
teams strategically directed attack.
McBrair was pacing up and down the