Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 November 1940 — Page 17

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By W. H. PEARS

YESTERDAY—BRill Mentor wafches his West High School team lose to Benton. “6-0. With a chance to score, Coach Landis called a spectacular razzie-dazzle, lost. Even Helen's kiss fails to cheer Bill up, At home, he reviews the game with his invalid father, Buck. The former coach admits Landis was grande standing, wishes he could coach the m,

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a \ : CHAPTER TWO | BILL MENTOR eased his hard Young body into patched pajamas. For a moment he stood listening to , Buck toss restlessly in the next room.’ Then, frowning he drew from the dresser drawer a packet of yellowed clippings. Some were hearly 20 years old, but he! studied , - them eagerly as if he didn’t know J every word by heart: " Wi , ‘Buck Mentor picked America.” “Buck Mentor stars in , Season's upset.” “Buck Mentor to hy eoach All-Stars.” » A warm glow spread up through Bill. His dad! It was something for a fellow to live up| to, all Tight. . .. Slowly, indignation replaced his pride. Those rummies on the fj Board had turned down Buck , Without an interview. J. Conrad Skelton had written a letter. It would be: bad for the | team’s morale to have an invalid coach, he thought, but if an opening oc- + curred later, . ... f Bill gave a scornful snort. Any b dope could put the squad through grass drills and stuff like that. It , was brains that counted. And } there wasn't a fellow on the team, except maybe Bullethead Peskin, "who wouldn't fight for Buck, ’ ” ” n * THE LAST CLIPPING was two years old, but still a fresh sorrow in Bill's mind. He reread the comment of a widely known| sports , columnist:

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. today the driving steel legs of Buck Mentor are still, still because he saved a little Italian workman whose name he didn’t even know, from death under a falling beam. We salute you, Buck Mentor, all-American guy. . . .” Bill remembered those weeks of running from school to the hospital and finally how the | doctor had broken the news to him: | “With canes, your father can walk a little, son, but your job is to keep * him quiet. In a year or so I'd like him to go east and see a famous * iriend. of mine. If anyone can operate successfully on Buck, he

an. | With Bill's job and Buck's savIngs they managed to get| along, but now, two years later, Bill realized that Buck's operation was farther away than ever. 2 n ”

WHEN BILL awakened, Buck had breakfast ready. Bill finished eating and unfolded the Sunday paper. “Jumping| Jacob,

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Buck, get this!” The older man read aloud: “Coach Landis defended his boys, fut admitted the wrong play had been called.” “What do you think of [that?” Bill gasped. ' “Maybe it’s true, Bill. Maybe CalJ wert did blunder.” “If Landis didn’t order the play,

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Buck said thoughtfully, “iff that's | true, Landis has managed [rather cagily to duck the blame.” | | Bill's black eyes smoldered, “Gee, what a dirty trick! I'll bet those guys won't take it lying Sowhn Bill carried dishes to the sink, | began to scrape them. Buck wheeled dver and took his arm. “Look, fellow, this is your day off.” : Foy “Nothing doing, Buck. I—! Shadows crossed the man's deepget eyes. “Bill, 1 feel like a Reel already. Don’t make it worse. If I were doing what other men do for ; their sons you'd be playing football and leading a normal 16-year-old life.” : Bill cocked a hig fist threateningly “i at his father. “Buck, that's hooey ; and you know it. Who does all the tants, i RY work around here?” : : “No, Bill, you're the anchor man on this team. But it won't always . Sms be like that. If there's a job any- we) in where for a guy with rubber legs CIEE I'l find it.” Bill scowled. “Will you forget it, Buck?” Their hands met in a crushing

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grip. Bill swallowed hard. Buck stared at the worn linoleum and said huskily, “—I'll do dishes. Okay?” “Okay,” Bill said.

” ” ” HE WENT OUT on the porch intending to read the newspaper, but he lost interest in it when he saw Helen on the steps. “Hullo, Helen.” “Hello, Bill.” He sat beside her in the pale sunshine. It fell gently about them, striking warm, deep tones from Helen’s chestnut hair. Locking slim ‘ hands around her fuzzy wool skirt, she gazed up at him shyly. ~ “1 was kind of hoping you'd come out, Bill. It's too perfect a day to git here alone.” Their fingers touched, laced together. Helen studied him with wise feminine eyes. “You're worried about something, Bill.” He nodded. “It's Buck. pretty low about not working.” “1 know, Bill.” , “But I'm tickled pink to work for him, Helen.” t «You're pretty grand to him, Bill. Oh, why couldn't the board have given 'him a chance! I know he could coach rings around Landis.” Bill was sober, his thoughts divided between Buck and Helen. Something had happened which he didn’t understand. Yesterday Helen -had peen just the neighbor girl who listened to his problems and talked football with him. But now, as he sat sharing the silence with her, he felt like singing. It was funny. . . “Bill, 100k!”

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” ” ” HE STARED at the bunch of boys doming down the street. They talked | quietly, without the usual horseplay | and laughter. Their faces| were | grim, determined. Bill saw they | were all members of the varsity | squad. : : Even Drowsy Peters, the manager, | jooked wide-awake for a change. “Harya, Bill. Is Buck at home? We want to talk to him.” : “Sure, fellows,” Bill said, puzzled. 1 #*What's on your minds?” “Plenty,” Don Hart growled. “Darn right,” Calvert mumbled. “Okay,” Bill said, rising. {Come They filed into the house, |overflowing the tiny living room. | Buck

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flashed his big grin at them. ‘Welcome, fellows.” “We've got something important to tell you,” Don Hart announced. “It’s about the game last night,” Calvert said. “Hey, I'm supposed to do the talking,” Drowsy complained. “Well, go ahead.” Drowsy knuckled his sandy hair, dropped his eyelids. “It's like this

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morning and made up our minds to do something. Right, fellows?” They assented in a chorus. 4. “What is it?” Buck asked. “We're through with Landis,” Drowsy said defiantly, “We want you for coach, Buck, and we've doped out a sure way to get you hired!” : (To Be Continued)

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