Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 November 1940 — Page 19
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MONDAY, NOV. 4, 1940. By Williams
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Goal to Go
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CHAPTER ONE | ; AT THREE MINUTES of 10, Bill Mentor stripped off his white apron and dashed for the door of the drug store. Old Julius Peskin darted from the back room like a spider after a fly. “So now, Mentor, you pick your own quitting time?’ His dry, thin voice quivered “You're paid to work from 4 until 10, not when the 8pirit moves you.” “But tonight’s the first night of tse season, Mr. Peskin. [I'd like to see a few minutes of the last quarter.” From nearly six |feet up Bill watched the putty-colored bald gpot on the little man’s head turn crimson. “I've swept out and—" “Slap things up in a [hurry Peskin grumbled. “If it wasn't for the ill-will I'd gain around the &chool, I'd yank my son Walton off the team and put him [in your place here.” “Yes, sir,” Bill said, edging toward the door. “It's 10| p’clock now, Mr. Peskin.” / Peskin looked satisfied at hav- - ing gained his rightful time, even in talk. “Go ahead,” he shapped. ‘Bill' was on his bicycle| before the door slammed. Crossing Market St. he heard distant cheering and his heart leaped in response. The game was still dh! Bill sliced between parked cars, skidded to a stop. Running up the ramp, he caught a black glimpse of the scoreboard: Visitors, 6; West, 0! Down on the cleat-chewed sward the West boys were in a huddle, their jerseys making a huge crim- . son blossom against the green turf. “Bill, here I am!” Helen Welch ran toward him, waving. Hen chestnut curls were windblowh and adorned with a crimson ribbon to match her short skirt. Slim, eager, she said, “I was afraid you wouldn't get here” : Se wa 0s “Me, too,” Bill said with a grin. 5 : Ee al ; Come 1900 1; Tited Pest Syndlonte. toe. 1 _ “Jeepers, Helen, there goes a pass!” J Ee |. - = iin I —————— d ts ¥ : : IN THe : 3 Sie HEARUM PLENTY |
IT WAS A wobbly, erratic| heave FREIGHTERS ME BETCHLM from Peskin. oy Benton| man UAL 9 charged in to bat it aside, but with lo ow, a desperate lunge the West end grabbed it. He was knocked out of bounds on the Benton 25. “Oh, Bill!” Helen's eyes |shone * as she joined her voice to the pandemonium, She danced up and down, grabbed Bill impulsively and kissed him. “Bill, Bill, they're going to do it!” , “Gee ...” Bill started at Helen, touching his fingers to his lips. “You . . . kissed me.” “Oh . . /” Helen's cheeks flamed. *1 didn’t mean to, Bill.| Honestly. I-71 was excited and ...” Her voice was lost in wild ¢heering as Hart, West's fullback. bucked the line for five. The timekeeper signaled three minutes to play. The Benten boys looked tired. Straight, hard smashes would do it, Bill thought, trembling. “Drive!” he prayed. The mild fall wind struck icily ecross his hot forehead. | He could almost feel the hard, taut leather in his big hands. If he could only be down there now, carrying the ball, or even running interference. Throwing himself into a sweet roll block, clearing the way for a) West man to score. Boy! | | The Benton line held. It was last down with three to go. Iandis replaced ‘Peskin with Calvert. | Hart took the pass from center, faked a thrust at the line and gave the ball to Calvert, who flipped it backward to the left halfback. Instead of racing to the right for a clear shot at the end, the halfback hurried the pass away and it went straight into the hands of a Benton man. A low moan swept the stands The band was silent, the cheer leader wilted and mute. Boos were heard as Benton froze to the ball for three plays, then punted out of danger. A moment later the timekeeper’s pistol exploded. . | As Bill and Helen pushed slowly ‘through the disconsolate crowd they recognized Pat Hurly, sports editor of the Daily Clarion, and heard him grumble, “That wouldn’t have happened if Buck Mentor’d been coaching. What a time for razzle:dazgle!” Wheeling his bicycle, Bill walked by Helen's side in silence. | He thought of his father, sitting alone by the radio, and it made him unhappy. Why, Buck had forgotten more football than Coach Landis ever knew! Helen sajd shyly, “I'm sorry, Bill.” - “About the game?” She shook her head, © ®Apout what I did ...” “Gee, + why, Helen? mean I didn’t mind.” | Embarrassed, they sald no more until they reached home. Bill hesitated at the Welch's front porch. «Well, goodnight.” “Cyoodnight, Bill.” i) He started across the yard to his house, then stopped. “Helen . > “yes, Bill?” | He fumbled for words. “Maybe ... well, I hadn't ought to say this, but I'm kinda low tonight. Would want to—to ...” | YOHelen’s feet pattered down the ‘steps. Her lips brushed his tense young mouth. yas Shas what you : nted, Bill?” she as 3 hy asa a fore Bill could reply she was > Bee 3 3 ay : € Bick Mentor sat in his invalid | |ESES : hat a : 8 i | n chair by the radio. On the table was : Tr 7 £ : CE 1 he his [football notebook. A smile EE. g COPR. 1940 BY NEA SERVICE, ING. / 1 touched his gray eyes as he greeted | ig 4 GOOD MORNING, POP-- IVE BUT POP--MY Y DONT ANNOY ME ~ THE TROB7 STUFF IS TER- | LE WITH YOU YOUNGSTERS IS-{f ILL BE WAITING
WHICH 1S his son. 3EEN UP ALL NIGHT WAITING “Tough one, huh, fellow? SWEETER “CR YOU. REMEMBER-- JUST BE- RIBLY LATE YOU GOT NO IDEA HOW TO [IN MY STUDIO ALREADY TREAT GENIUSES / ILL POSE: A
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: “rhat’s what I thought.” «gill, I wouldn’t say this to|another human soul. It would sound pretty bad coming from a man who was refused the job of coaching ‘West. But if that play had gone off,
Bill exploded. “And just let Landis boot a few more games . . .” Buck dropped his hand to his son’s shoulder. “We're not after another man’s job, Bill.”
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than the sound way to trying for those yards.” - “Buck, I heard Pat Hurly say we'd have won if you'd been coaching.” “Or, if you'd been calling the “Football
the whole west side would be raving about Landis tonight.” Bill frowned. “You mean he was grands nding?” «T¢’s possible. But remember, the Benton line had held once and might again. Landis or Calvert merely
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plays,” Buck said softly. needs boys like you, Bill. You've got the body and brains.” Buck pressed his eyeballs with the tips of his fingers. “You lack only a father who can run off his share of the
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Jertip chose the spectacular rather “Who taught me what I know?”
“But, Buck, didn't the board say they might consider you?” “Yes. . . . Yes, they did.” Eager glints jumped into Buck Mentor’s eyes. “And I'd give my soul to tackle the job, Bill.” .
(All events, names, afi characters in this story ie ctitious.)
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