The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1941-11-26
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my business. and II YOU pull any
more funny stuff. III He
showed Laird away. @G'wsn TO
bed
Foggily Pete tried to protest, but
he could scarcely keep his eyes
opened He undreSsed. slumped
into bed and was snoring before
Landers had fallen hack 10 sleep.
Next morning. states squad
hoped buses for the airport.
Laird sat alone. The players
Stunned him. AS the bus plodded
toward the field. ePte tr1de TO
straighten out his gar bled
thoughts. but It was useless.
Permeating everything was steph-
snie - her lips. her eyes. 49,.
Whirring plane motors Jared
him from his musings Two trans
ports were waiting to carry the
team east. A small crowd was
standing beside the plane and
when Laird stepped out they gath
ed around him like swarm Of
bees. II was the press.
How are you feeling today.
Laird 30 one asked, looking at him
carefully.
20. n"
mo injuries from the accident ,"
Nope"
How long have you known
Stephanie Stevens7"
Not uh-met her a
couple of years ago"
Where >"
In the east say. what il
this. fellows, cross examina-
tion? ?"
Look - brother" said one re-
porter. you're big news. Bigger'n
that whole team of yours" Pete
WINGED but the scribe continued.
You're a hotshot football player
and you're IN the middle of a
Hollywood romance. Now isn't
that something for one guy?"
Laird turned, walked away an
grily. Reporters laughed and a
few photographers snapped him.
He entered the plane and sat
in front of Socko Wonsocki,
States big nd. Hi. son." he of
fered, turning around.
Hi" replied Wonsocki CURLY.
"How's Daryl Zanuck ?"
Il don't think l met him." said
Pete innocently.
You didn't ?" Wonsocki shook
his head sadly. Hey. Joey" he
yelled to stocky Joe Anderson,
State guard. He was even too
busy to meet Daryl Zanuck!"
They both guffawed and Laird
turned around, flushing sngrily.
"Yokels," he muttered.
Dinty Dugan stepped into the
plane carrying a camel's hair coat
on his arm and looking like a
successful Wall Street broker.
More lectures thought Laird un-
comfortably. He slumped down in
his seat
Feeling o. X, Pete ," asked
Dugan as he passed Lairds seat.
First rate" Laird replied.
Good" Dugan smiled with
complete friendliness. Il was a
little worried about you" He
moved on.
That was like Dinty. He knew
when not to blow. He could make
few words count. Laird snick-
cred. Guess that'd show those
rubes who rated around here.
Most of the players had travelled
BY air for the first time on the
trip west, but they all considered
themselves seasoned now. They
sat back easily as the plane lifted
off the ground and watched the
fading landscape with the noncha-
lance Of veterans.
Pete's thoughts returned to
Stephanie. He felt funny little
ache that was new TO him. Anne
had never affected him that way.
Was he falling in love with this
incredibly lovely girl?
Dinty Dugan was wondering
about that, too. He leaned across
the aisle and whispered to Pat
Lester. Sonny boys with US.
You can stop your worrying"
Yeah, " grunted Lester. that's
fine. Nice of him to come. isn't
ii? / don't like II. coach. Seven
more games 70 play, and the ng
guy falls in love with a mess Of
Hollywood dynamite. We haven't
heard the last Of that baby yet
ITO Be Continued)