Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 November 1941 — Page 28
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four fine to get an introduction “Today I saw you. play’ fdotball ” she continued. “You. were magnificent. There was a certain ‘art. to it—a-perf on you fad in ‘one per-
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through the eager faces. “Gimme a hand!” he gasped to a cop. They finally retreated far enough |« Aor Pete to fix his coat and straight-
en his tie. Laird clutched the cops}
arm. “Get'the outa this® he plead“Where to?” (“Gate D,” said Pete. Giggling and gawking,.: the. mob began to stir again. They pushed their way through
ave 1 ve ever. ‘spe, ‘and 1 had to meet you.” “I'm glad.” He smiled. vy like people who go ‘after’ what they want.” He moved closer to her. “Miss Stevens, if someone. had. told.
xt to you today, I think-T'd ‘have ‘laughed Ha in their face?’ =~ “And vice-versa. n ” » ® THE CAR picked up “Where are we going?” he asked “To a party,” she replied.
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‘8h a “Now that I've captured you, tell] | me about yourself. What's life got,
{in store for you besides headlines
® “Plenty,” said Pete. “I know what want, The touchdowns and headlines are stepping stones.” ' “You've heard my story before,” he continued quietly. “There's hun= dreds of fellows like myself doing ithe same thing. They wanted anh {education and .couldn’t buy it, 801 +
se my dad died. rh Re. : “WE LIVED in a small mining
1 town—seven kids and my folks.
After dad died, my mother ran € restaurant to keep. us alive. I krew ‘d never get to college that way. “Then 1 found an answer. There . was ‘another ‘husky kid like myself in town named George Landers. He!’ id. to. me one day: ‘Youre a big guy, Pete. Why not come out for the ‘high school football team?’ “ ‘What for? I asked him. ‘What's there in it?’ ‘It may get you a college scholarship,’ he told me, and that’s| I. went out and picked up the game fast. Pretty| soon I began scoring a let of touch} downs and the papers . started} g about me, Then I received State's was the best, pe 80 I.took it.” ES “Is there a. gir! ‘nvolved: ‘in all n this?” asked Stephanie,” -. He flushed. “Well,” he started but he got no further, The chauffeurveursed. and twisted the: wheel. ey saw a huge truck veering at ‘them. - - Stephanie screamed, there was a rending crash, the carswerved with screaming tires. Then every=| thing went black. (To Be Continued)
(An events, names and characters in thiy’ story are fictitious) |
the crowd and finally got out of|
the ramp. “Gate D’s two entrances down,” “said the cop. “I'll try and . keep these le back,”
“Pete. walked ' swiftly toward the
entrance. The wolves had: given up
the chase except for two photog=«|
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ied. the chatiarur snapping out of the seat. “Are you Mr: Laird?” Pete nodded. “Won't ‘you ‘step in, sir?” “The chauffer | opened the door. £2 “Hey, Joe,” proahing photographer, his on: - JAln't aries attle 2" : ! ¢ “Yeah, man,” Whistied “his. col i 'leagie. “Say, the boss is gonna love this!’ “Follow Laird for a few __ Toutihe shots after the game,’ he . tells me I ‘Sure, boss, Il get yuh something’ But when he sees the great ‘with this doll. . EE g eyes
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