iviay, 1922
THE MIDGET
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the following letter that ihe had found.
It was ^addressed to Conway Wuff of
Storkville, and read:
My dear Conway:
I received your note this morning,
and aim delighted to say that I will
be able to go for a ride wiiith you
this afternoon, Archie won’t like it,
but I don't care 'because you are the
nicer boy and drive the bigger car.
Your own,
lola.
P. S. I am sending this by Myrtle’s
brother.
St-ange to say, Archie did not cali
on lola any mors, but he called up
Myrtle cn the ’phone and after about
forty minutes had elapsed, Myrtle
thought that possibly Archie wasn't
so bad even if he had gone with lola,
and Archie thought the 3ani-3 thing
about Myrtle.
The next afternoon, just one week
from the game with Storkville, Arch
ie appeared at the ball ground i]i full
suit, ready for practice. He had two
reasons for playing hard now. One
was for revenge against Conway who
played , on the Stor*kville team. The
ether was ithat Myrtle had promised
to forgive him if he v/ould win that
game. So Arohie went into practice
with so much pep that the boy;i for
got to ask him why. With Archie in
his old place at first, and Bill back
in left field, the practice went like
clock-work and the boys no longer
feared the coming game.
The big day arrived and ihe grand
stand was full of rival rooters.
Among ithese were lola and Myrtle,
but Archie saw ;only Myrtle and
solemnly swore that he would win
or die.
The umpire called the game and tho
first iba'tter for Storkville walked up
to the iplate. The pitcher for Bagten
S'oon struck him out as he did the next
two. Then Bagten was up to 'the bat.
However, none got a safe hit, so at
tihe end of tihe first inning the score
was 0-0. Thus the game stood for
several innings, and the rooters were
birea'thless with anxieity. In the eighth
inning Shorty Tinny tfhrew a ball
away at first, letting a man on base.
The next man kniocked a ball to Arch
ie and, horror of horrors, he missed
it. The man on first went to third
and the baitter got on safe. Stork-
ville roo'teTS were yelling so hard tihat
they feared ito yell the roof off, but
when tihe next man uip knocked a
single, bringing the man on third
in home, the cheers doubiled. Archie
walked to the bench like one that
hiad no right to live. He had lost the
game, but no, Ihe would make it up
yet. Baigten came to bat and two
men out oif the first'four got on safe.
Then came Archie’s turn. Here was
hia chance. Two men on and two
men out. The Storkville pitcher, Con
way, grinned at Archie as he walked
up to the plate and said, “Oh, you
muffer.”
But here came the revenge. Con
way lost control of the pill and hit
Archie, 'but Archie xefused to take
his base. There was one strike on
him and he wanted a swat at the
sphere. This rattled Conway and he
threw one straight across. WHACK,
the sphcire sailed up into the air, and
the rooters roared. The fielders were
running hack, but still the ball soar
ed. A great cheer arose ;the baill had
cleared the fence by ten feet. Arch
ie trotted around the diamond amid
a thousand cheers. The two that were
on base touched the home bag ahead
of Archie so that when he crossed the
plate the score stood 3 to 1 in Bag-
ten’s favor. In the ninth the Stork
ville players didn’t even get to smell
t(he ball, so the score remained 3 to
1. Archie, the hero of the day, was
carried off the diamond on the should
ers of his team mates.
Twenty minutes later he emerged
from the dressing room and behold,
lola and Myrtle were waiting for him.
“Oh you played so well,” lola gush
ed.
But Archie did not notice her,
“May I see you to a shoiw tonight
Myrtle?” he asked,
“I’d be delighted,” she answered.
PROPHECY OF THE CLASS OF ’22
(By Martin Augustus Boger.)
’Twas midnight and past, not a
solitary sound broke the silence of
the mid-night ether. I had been
listening to the various radio-phone
programs but now I would not hear
one. I increased my wave lengths,
stop by stop, to one thousand meters,
but there was not a sound of a voice.
I then switched in my honeycomb set.
On fifteen thousand meters I heard
the clear ti, tiiii, ti, of Lyons. Five
thousand meters more, a whistle, a
growl. I threw back the tickler about
two degrees and in came a thundering
voice: Omnpotent and all-seeing Jove,
king of the gods. I, Mercury your
'messenger, have! ^'visited the Fates
and, at your command have requested
them to reveal the future of the A.
H. S. class of ’22. Harken to the
things toJd me by the Fates. They
are news dispatches which will appear
in all the leading news journals of
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