Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 November 1940 — Page 14

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Goal to Go

‘By W. H. PEARS

YESTERDAY: When the sportswriters _ turn on Landis, Bill decides to take Drowsy’s advice about Dot! He walks ‘home with her, asks her to go to the dance. She accepts, tells him she can manage her father, help Buck get the - coaching job. Helen is waiting for Bill. She is thriled with a new dress for the dance. Painfully, Bill tells her he has asked Dot. |

CHAPTER SIX : CHARACTERISTICALLY, Julius

Peskin kept Bill late the night of

the dance. Hurrying to get ready, he had no chance to see the evening Clarion. He was in the bedroom knotting his tie when Buck wheeled to the doorway. “Heard the news, Bill?” Crouched before the mirror, Bill shook his head. “Landis has been fired. ’ “Say that again, Buck,” gasped. “He ‘resigned’ . following last night's defeat,” Buck | continued. “The man who takes his place has a rough road ahead. Two games left and less than'a week to get ready for the first one!” “Could you do it, Buck?” “With luck, fellow.”

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Bill .caught his father’s shoulders

in an iron grip. “You're going to ger the chance, Buck. [Don’t you see?” : Buck looked doubtful, “I don’t ow...” J 7 Bill said impulsively, “And when I see Dot—" “Dot?” “Dot Skelton. I—I'm taking her to the dance.” : “Wha-at?” It was the first time Bill had ever heard his father roar. *You're not taking Helen?” “Don’t be sore, Buck,” Bill pleaded. “A fellow doesn’t want to tie himself up to one girl, does he?” * Buck frowned. “Bill, you can’t treat a nice girl like Helen—" His ears flaming, Bill dashed for the door. # = =

DOT SWEPT down to meet Bill in a clinging black dress. She pirouette for his approval, her _ auburn hair glinting. “New dress, Bill. Like it?” “It's pretty,” Bill said morosely, thinking of another new dress. Dot wrinkled her nose. “Well, you'll certainly never get high blood pressure over it,” she said with some tartness. “Come on; it’s tinle to go. Dad’s away on school business. He said we could have the | car and Northrup to drive us.” Bill elimbed into the long black sedan, feeling out of place and uncomfortable. Dot snuggled him into sgrorner, but romance was for from - vs mind. He could talk only of 2 indis’ dismissal. Dot squeezed his hand. that, honey.” “You what?” “Last night, after the game, I talked to Father,” Dot said smoothly. “He finally agreed that I was right.” It was a bad night for Bill. He struggled to keep in time| with the music, - but after the first attempt

*1 did

Dot found plenty of excuses to dance -

with the other boys. u 8 2 HE WAS LEANING against the bandstand when Bullethead Peskin entered. His little round eyes gleamed balefully as they rested on «Bill. Peskin swaggered toward him, bellowing, “Where's my girl, Mentor?” Bill, jamming his hands deep in his pockets, was determined not to quarrel. “I don’t know, Bullethead. Who'd you bring?” ] “Don’t be funny,” Peskin sneered. “You know what I mean. I dated Dot for this shindig two months ago.” ; Bill said truthfully, “I didn’t know that.” . “Like heck you didn’t!” Bullet-

head seemed to mistake Bill's galm- |

ness for fear. He thrust his head forward. “If you know what's good for you, Mentor, you'll beat it.” “Not unless Dot wants me to,” Bill retorted. ss “You come outside,” Bullethead prdered. “We'll settle this.” Bill went white about the mouth. With an effort he kept his hands in his pockets. “I'll take that up with you later,” he grated. “Oh, no, right now,” Bullethead said, swinging a punch at Bill. Bill ducked neatly, but Peskin’s knuckles took skin from| his jaw. Swiftly Bill's fists came out of his pockets. Mr. Marx, one of the chaperons, turned just in time to witness the clean, hard | uppercut that snapped against Peskin’s jaw. Bullethead wilted to the floor, all ‘the fight gone out of him. # =» 8

MR. MARX grabbed Bill's arm. " “What's the meaning of this, Mentor?” Before Bill could reply, Dot Skelton pushed through the crowd of young people and announced dramatically, “They were fighting over me, Mr, Marx.” “Is that true, Mentor?” “Yes, sir.” Dot held the center of her green eyes glowing. “I'm just awfully sorry, Mr. Marx. They're such jealous boys. I do not try to keep them apart.” Marx, a fussy little man, said nervously, “From what I could observe, Mentor, you were the aggresgor 'in this quarrel. I feel called upon to inform your father of the circumstances. In the meantime, I suggest that you leave.” . He turned toward the door without a word. Outside; he was surprised to find Dot at his side. She took his arm and pressed close to

the. stage,

him. «Bill, you were marvelous! I'm just so proud I could burst. Every girl there was simply green with

Bill's face was grim. “Did you really tell Bullethead he could take you tonight?” “ “What if I did, Bill? That was a fong time ago. I like you so much better than Bullethead.” @ ° After a thoughtful silence Bill ‘said, “I guess Bullethead had a right to be sore. Old man Peskin, too. I've got myself in a sweet m.” Ba ting of the sort, Bill. I'll explain everything to Father.” “Will you?” Bill asked eagerly. «1 sure don’t want to get in bad with the board just now.” By this time they had reached Dot’s front porch. “Gopd night,

“Ts that all, Bill?" she pouted. 2 ” 8

BILL SAW his duty and did it—a reluctant peck on Dot’s cheek. “1 don’t feel so hot. Ih see you © Monday.” :

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showed in his face, but his eyes were touched with sadness. “I don’t know what this is all about, Bill,” he said. “But I know it isn’t like you to mistreat Helen and then get in a brawl over another girl.” Buck waited. “Okay, Bill, you don’t have to tell me.” He folded the letter and placed it in an envelope. the morning, Bill.” : (To Be Continued)

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