Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 November 1940 — Page 26

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Goal to Go

By W. H. PEARS

iy EE MEDAY: Bill recalls the accident t injured his father. Buck Mentor hadn't hesitated when he saved the life of a workman, unknown to him, but it left the one-time All-America back an invalid. There was hope that an operation might restore his health, but there wasn’t enough money, Sunday morning , me West varsity, angry over their de- - feat and Landis’ announcement that the Wrong play had been called, visit Buck. Ther have a plan to oust Landis, get: the avd Yor Buck.

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: . CHAPTER THREE ig BUCK MENTOR said, “Go ahead.” “We're going on a strike,” Don Hart blurted.. “We're through with Landis’ dirty . tricks,” Calvert added. “He sent me . into the game last night to run off . .that razzle-dazzle. Now he’s duck0g the blame. We won't stand for

Buck Mentor, looking from one angry. face to the other with grave gray eyes, said nothing. . “We've talked to our folks,” ‘Drowsy explained. “They haven't * forgotten all the cold, rainy days he ~ sent the squad home with sniffles Sand some muscles. Theyre still * pretty mad at Landis.” “And they're dead set on winning : the hig game against East this year,” 2 Hart said. “If we refuse to play for Landis, theyll back us up.” The boys were silent, waiting for « Buck to speak. He took a long pull . on his pipe. > ‘ “You fellows know there’s nothing in the world I'd rather do than « Coach you.” “Attaboy, Buck! Bill knows how «you want us to block and tackle. He --can help you.” + “No, wait, I haven't finished. It's impossicle the way you've planned ~ “You fellows are like soldiers in 2-an army,” Buck said slowly. “You - can’t just quit when something > doesn’t please you. Not even if you . think the general's giving you a -dirty deal. That's called desertion. ». You've got to stick out your jaws <~and ask for more.”

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a ! ¥ CALVERT SCUFFED his toe on , the threadbare carpet. “But, gosh, © Buck, we thought . . .” , Buck’s voice was gentle. “Sure, « fellow, I know what you thought. ! It's not easy for me to refuse. I'm just about bursting inside that you fellows want me. But if Landis is really a poor coach he won't last. In the meantime, give him all . you've got. Then if he fails he * won't have an alibi.” “Ge, Buck, 'do you really mean ¢ that?” Drowsy asked. “I do, Drowsy.” The boys talked in low tones, then ' Hart said, “Okay, Buck, what you say goes with us. We'll. stick.” “Good stuff, fellows!” As the squad moved slowly toward the door Buck turned to his son. “Bill, can you practice with them tomorrow?” “I usually squeeze in a little time ; before work, Buck. But why?” + “I'm not sure, Bill, but somehow ++ I feel that seeing you. take the . same medicine I prescribed for : them may help...” ' # 2 »

WHEN HIS LAST class was over, Bill dashed for the locker room. A sense of excitement gripped him as he put on Buck's worn uniform. The shoulderpads were bulky and obsolete, the jersey faded *. and torn; but to Bill it was a suit of shining armor. As he jogged out on- the. practice field, Landis turned. He was a heavy man with a meat-red face and practically no neck. “Working out today, “1f it’s okay, Coach.” “Makes no difference to me. You can scrimmage with the scrubs.” Bill went into a huddle. He ran off several réutine plays without much gain. The varsity squad was charging in hard and fast. The scrubs were determined but outclassed. “Too bad you

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mented sarcastically. The boys scowled but remained silent. From the varsity backfield » 'Bullethead Peskin called with a . sneer: “Hey, Mentor, why donkha : give us some of those too, too » wonderful plays of your old man?” . Bill took . a threatening step toward Peskin, ‘but Landis cut in ; sharply, “All right, all right, get © going now!” < ; . » 2 » t STILL SMOLDERING, Bill called his squad into a huddle. He took ‘ fhe pass from center, drove for- , ward. Just before he reached the : line he handed the ball to the wing- ! pack, who started a sweep around . right end. Bill's heart pounded as he blocked out a defensive guard _ trailing the play. " Then he heard Landis’ whistle . ghrill 4nd saw the ball carrier sail into the clear. The play had : worked! Ci : Hands on his hips, Landis glared ‘at Bill. “I suppose you thing you're ' quite a ‘coach, eh, Mentor?” + “No, sir.” ! «well, get this straight. You can + teach the scrubs all the Buck Men1° tor plays you want, but no varsity ‘of ‘mine will ever run them. f fact, I'd welcome the chance to il smear a few All-America plays!” 1 » Tt was nearly Bill's quitting time | when Bullethead Beskin swaggered “into ‘the drug store. Dot Skelton ‘clung to his ‘arm. Bullethead led ‘her to a booth and gestured im- . sly for Bill. Pe oe a hot chocolate, and Dot ; e wants—" 1 i Hn you,” Dot snapped, “Ill ‘do my own ordering.”_ She curved ‘her full red lips in a teasing smile. «How are you, Bill? Don’t you it ithink it’d be nice to say hello to

‘me?” | * «Hello,” Bill said. Dot pouted. parrot?” » ” ” { BULLETHEAD WAS TURNING 1H fr about the mouth. “Say, Dot, | what's the idea of talking to this Tq erk?” ‘NK i in ‘She was pretty, all | J4ght, with her auburn hair and eyes, but he wished she'd !@ | Jet him alone. She pulled that line 8 every time she came in.: He forced : «How about a hot fudge sundae?”

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