The Washington times., 1938-02-07

Haggerty, to give me some protec-
ton. He'll, man, on that last pass
Haggerty laid down like a little
Fido and let those Mustang ends
pile onto me before could fade
two yards"
"Tryin' to alibi, eh, college
boy?" Pete Delage sneered, You're
quittn' the team and you don't
give a damn who wins"
Pop saw Johnny's clenched fist
haul back and stepped between
the glowering giants. Save your
fighting spirit for those Mus
tangs," he admonished.
Johnny Clement dropped away.
Disconsolate. Ten minutes to half
game-for Pop-for Cicely - for
himself, Cicely! He darted out Of
the locker room through a hall
way into the clubs office.
Hello, darling"
She was seated at the desk
counting the receipts. Johnny lost
no time.
Look" he said. "Delage is
throwing the game and trying to
make me look bad. You know
what's back of it."
DUMB CLUCKS
"Konetsky, who else? Didn't 1
tell you 1 saw Pete with Konetzky
at the Club Midnight the other
night? Biggest gambler in town.
The answer is obvious"
of course. You and know
that. know that Pete has
worked on Clink Dawson and Spig
Haggerty. They deliberately al
lowed me to be tackled for a touch
down last quarter"
"A couple of dumb clucks," !"
Cicely said.
But how am I going to tell
those things to your father? He'd
laugh at me and throw me out
like he should"
The tip is out all over town
on this game" Cicely said reflec-
lively. I'VE figure to win but the
gamblers are grabbing all the Mus
tang money they can get hold OF" J"
sure, because the fix is in. Well,
nothing I can do. Too bad for
Pop. Bye, honey, gotta run back
for the half"
Three minutes before whistle
time. The Buffaloes, still growl-
ing, angry and goaded under the
sharp prodding of Pop Baxter, sat
around nervously waiting for the
signal that would send them trot-
ting on the field to do battle. De-
lage, Dawson and Haggerty were
punched in a corner apart from
the others. A tap came at the
door.
ITS me-" Cicely cried opening
the door. Dad. I've just heard
the most terrible news over the
radio"
"What is it, Cicely?" Pop Bax-
ter asked.
KONETZKY DEAD
There's been terrible airplane
crash. Don't know just where but
not far away. Three persons killed
instantly. And-think of it-one
of them was Duke Konetzky, the
big gambler"
Duke Konetzky! Biggest shot
among the bigtime layers of odds!
Snatched from life tragically.
Think of the guys Konetzky
owes who won't collect now, "
Cicely added. Poor things, I'm
sorry for them"
A buzzer sounded. Half time"
Pop yelled. Get out there now,
you Buffaloes, and get me a
couple of touchdownS!"
"Konetzky got himself killed."
Pete Delage uttered incredulouSly.
THE lousy double-crosser. Come
on gang, we'll go out and take
these cowboys to the cleaners !"
Johnny slipped Cicely a wink
as he trotted out and she winked
back. Buffadoes got the kickoff
on the 35 and Johnny called a
pass with himself throwing and
Delage receiving. Dawson and
Haggerty gave him perfect pro
lection and Delage raced to a
touchdown. The game ended
with the score % to 0 for the
Buffaloes. Pop Baxter was beam
ing as the squad dressed.
Best game I ever say you boys
play" he chuckled. Pete, you
were magnificent. You were really
mad at those Mustangs, my boy"
- Il was mad" Peter admitted,
"but I never waste time gettin'
mad at a football player"
"Oh, Mr.. Delage," Cicely said,
coming out of the office, that re-
port about Mr.. Konetzky must
have been all wrong. He's on the
phone and wants to talk to you"
'Konetzky on the phone? For
me? Why, the lousy-Konetzky
phoning me? Say, tell him I've
gone out O. town"
Johnny and Cicely traded winks
/ again.
THE END.