The J-TAC (Stephenville, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 3, Ed. 1 Wednesday, August 4, 1926 Page: 4 of 4
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PINSON HOUSE NEWS
: Week-end before last, three of the
toys from Pinson's boarding house
decided to roam around. George
: Bennett, George Swan, and J. R. Fin-
ley started out walking some time
Friday morning. The route followed
led them to Comanche. They became
discouraged because they could not
find anyone that they knew. At last,
they had to sleep in the lumber yard
that night. They awoke early the
next morning after being disturbed
several-times by some hogs and an old
hen. George Bennett said that they
reminded him of his duties at home.
They started back to Stephenville af-
ter breakfast and arrived here some
time Saturday afternoon. They re-
ported a very pleasant time.
M. L. Encke and - Burton Reece
tramped to Cisco Friday and, stayed
until Sunday.
The latest • attraction at* Pinson
House is "pitching dollars. But in the
absence of dollars we always pitch
washers.
Kangaroo court will meets again
next Monday. There were several con-
victions, at this week's session.
WITH THE EXES
Everette L, Williams, a graduate of
last spring, is going. to teach near
Gatesville.
."Stomper" Starr, Plowboy, is in
Okmulgee, Okla., at present. He says
he. is having a wonderful time,
Edna Watson and Nora Hicks, who
graduated last spring will teach to-
gether near Dublin.
We hear that Sinclair has become a
druggist.
"Moco" Keller is "going to teach at
Patillo, next year.
Inez Evans will teach at Huckabay,
and so will Verma Simmons.
Neely Talbot, president of the
senior clask last year, will teach at
Miles.
Flora Clarke, she of the blue eyes,
is going to teach at Parks, Texas.
Grace Gentry, another graduate of
'26, will teach in Albany.
Rachel McKimmey will teach near
Gustine. Oh, my goodness!
Edna Merritt will teach in De Leon,
' next year.
Octava Barbee is spending the sum-
mer in Dublin. Wonder where
^"Barney" is?
It is reported that B. F. Williams
has a "white collar" job this summer.
."Joe Gandy has a position in the
Lipan schools.
Voyd Browning is going to teach at
"Gum Branch, next year;
A JOKE ON LITTLE BROTHER
' Yesterday a young man was talking
..to a "mind reader," and she said that
"Sacu fuay night she had a date with
Little Brother, and it was the first
vacation she had had."
The English class 402 is greatly de-
creased this term. What is the mat-
ter, students? Did you "bust the
course" last term ?
We are pleased to. know that Miss
"Dude" York has recovered from her
illness and is physically able to attend
classes again.
Two students of last year's junior
class, Prentiss Jones and Leila Vada
Fenner, were married last Saturday
night at seven-thirty o'clock. They
are planning to finish Tarleton. Mrs.
Jones, will finish her conservatory
course in piano next school term.
der tmek. -
"Boots'" reasons for making a
fool of himself were exactly two in
number, and one given out of the
other. The first reason was old
'Top" Livingston; the one growing
out of it was Sue, Livingston's
daughter. This necessitates a bit
of explanation.. , Athletics held
first- place in "Pop's" heart and
soul, and to him; a man had to be
a good athlete to be worth any-
thing. "Boots" fell short of being
a good athlete. "Boots" was in
love with Sue and when he thought
of "Pops" athletic ideals he almost
gave up in despair.
On the Sunday following his
public humiliation Boots met Sue
on the steps of the library.
Boots was sad and Sue saw it
immediately. "What's the mat-
ter, Tom?" (Tom was Boots name
—to Sue.)
Boots sat down, his thin appeal-
ing face made even more melan-
choly, "I'm kinda hopeless, I guess.
What'd your father say after -Fri-
day's event; he thought I was a
fool, I'll bet! Gosh!"
"He—he wasn't pleased," she
admitted reluctantly, "but you
know how he feels about sports."
"J know," came the despondent
answer,.
When they parted Boots felt a
trifle better; he was sure that Sue
cared as greatly for him as he did.
for her.
• Boots sauntered ovef to Pop Liv-
ingston's soda fountain with a new
determination.
"Mr. Livingston."
"Lo," Pop said looking up.
"Mr. Livingston, I want to say
something to you." In the face
of such a chilly reception Boots
felt his courage ebbing. "I want
—that is—I want"—Boots gulped
—"I want to mai*ry Sue !■"
Pop Livingston flared up wrath-
fully. "I don't want a booby—
prize winner for^a son-in-law—a
feller who couldn't win a race if
he was the only man in it! I don't
want a feller that everybody
laughs at and makes jokes about.,
I don't T-" He looked up only to
ELEVEN-SIX—OR BETTER
V- By Jim Ned McWhirter
Five runners rounded1 the track,
"opening up" for the last lap of
the 440,- They were bunched—so
much so that a sixth man, beating
up- the dust twenty yards behind',
was as conspicously delinquent as
. a train running two hours behind
• time. Even in the excitement of
the finish, several satirical voices
: were audible.
"Atta boy, Boots! Stick with
'em."
Another yell, sounded „ false en-
1 couragement; "Open up now,
|Boots! Do your stuff, boy!"
, What "Boots" Kemper needed
' was not encouragement, but abil-
ity. He had no more place in the
heartbreaking 440 than a giraffe
in si bungalow; Even now, plug-
: ging sturdily but hopelessly along
he wondered why he had: ever en-
tered the race., Jfy hope iot him
at all; hfe yf&p.M. runner.. Tall,
thin, with' lon^ 'ga\vky legs, 'Boots'
\ assuredly had no place on the ein-
flnd Boots gone. Later when Sue
entered the shop, Pop gave her
warning to let Boots alone and
keep him away from the house.
As Boots was returning to his
room he caught himself saying:
"Maybe I could dlo it. Maybe,
let's seet: we have two more meets
here—one on the first of the month
and one just before school closes.
I'll go into the first one. In the
big meet you have to face the best
in the country."
The next day he tried out, and
for two weeks before the dual meet
with Baylor University, he attack-
ed the strenuous art of hurdling.
He applied to Coach Hedges and
was entered on the team. He found
that .Texas University would have
three men in this event including
himself. They would probably
face three hurdlers from Baylor
and if he had any luck he might
win a place.
When the day arrived, Boots was
in good condition, (imbued with
the determination of a Spartan
athlete.) The stadium with ban-
ners swaying suddenly seemed to
grow quiet with expectance as the
first event—the 100-yard dash was
announced. Boots, with a rain-
coat over his lanky form, stood
with Sue watching the send-off,
True to Boots' prediction, a Texas
sprint shark won the race.
The events followed in quick
succession and by the time for the
hurdles, Texas was leading by a
scant seven points.
As Boots placed himself on line
a shout of laughter broke from the
®ide lines. "Nervous Boots?"
somebody exclaimed. Boots trem-
bled with shame and readjusted
his take-off.
"On your mark! Set!—'
Bang!!
Boots lurched blindly forward,
recovered! himself and weht on.
Suddenly he realized he was in the
lead and only three more hurdles
ahead. He went over the first—
only two more. Now! Again he
leaped—b u t something went
wrong. His legs struck some-
thing; pain shot through his knees
and he felt himself falling.
"Tom! Oh Tom!" It was Sue.
"You were, a wonder till that
something happened—"
"You come along, you Sue. Keep
away fjrom that circus acrobat,"
shouted Pop Livingston.
Seeing he was not cut out for a
hurdler "Boots Kemper nursed his
despair for a month. ' Pop" Living-
ston was bothered not by the pres
ence but by the absence of Boots.
"Something up," he mused1.
Something wrong. That feller
ain't' scared off. But he don't
come around—and Sue's home ev-
ery night. Some devilment up!
There was one thing more which
was an added contribution to Pop's
troubles. His garden had suffer-
ed hard usage at the hands, or to
be more exact, the feet of some-
body. Huge, devastating foot-
prints they were, deep and' myster-
ious—and about five feet out from
the brick wall that enclosed the
entire yard. There wasn't any-
body climbing over that wall, Pop
would bet on that, Almost twelve
feet high it was and the top was
littered with wire and broken
glass to keep out intruders. The
wall was smooth and impossible
to climb. And so Pop was mysti-
fied.
To make matters worse for
Boots, somebody—a freshman he
supposed—had sent his name into
the chairman of the program com-
mittee of the coming big track
meet. When a copy reached Boots
he gave it one Took and went wild.
"What's eating you now?" yell-
led his roommate.
Boots was almost frantic "some-
body has entered me in the pole
vault."
"Good grief! Boots you can't
vault!"
"Don't I know it! I'm going
right over to the chairman and
have him take my name off."
-But the visit to the chairman
was a fruitless one and Boots saw
that he must face this new public
humiliation, for the people would
call him a coward if he backed out.
The final meet was only a day off,
practically too late for "try out."
The day came and Boots still
held hopes" that he would find! an
excuse. These hopes laid ' in
Turner, the Texas high point man.
When the shot put event was
over, a bobble of excitement broke
forth from the section of the Texas
stands nearest the exit.
"What's the matter?" Boots ask-
ed a neighbor.
The other man shook his head,
"Somebody hurt, but ,1'can't catch
the name."
Boots left his seat, heading for
the center of , the uproar. "Who's
hurt, fellers?"
A freshman stuck his head out
of the crowd. "Tim Turner's
sprained his wrist—slipped on the
floor in the locker room!"
Tim Turner injured! The sig-
nificance of the thing flashed be
fore Boots with the vividness of a
streak of white lightning. With
Turner injured Texas would1 be
minus a contestant in the pole
vault. Then Boots remembered
his own name or that program and
.panicky sensations crept over him.
Somebody was talking. "Gosh!
can you beat it! The best any of
those other fellers can do is eleven
six. If we had half a pole vaulter
we could still win."
Boots had no right to believe
he was even half a pole vaulter,
but his expression hardened a lit-
tle as he approached the locker
rooms.
The Texas stands were en-
shrouded in gloom. There were
but two events more to run off—
the discus and the pole vault—and
Baylor was leading by two points.
To make matters worse Texas saw
no hope Of winning the pole vault.
"We're certainly in for some-
thing unappetizin," muttered Pop
.Livingston. "Wouldn't you know
that the only other feller had to
be that skinny idiot."
Sue nodded.
The results of the discus throw
placed Baylor and Texas even—
forty eight points in all—and now
the victory rested ' on the thin,
sloping shoulder of Boots Kemper.
\ Boots sauntered! over to Turner.
"Hurt much, Turner?"
"Pretty bad, Kemper, you're go-
ing in for us?"
i "Yep."
. "Ever vault before?"
Boots hesitated. Then he smil-
ed queerly, "In a way," he admit-
ted. That much was true enough
anyhow.
• "You fellows ready? All right;
let's go!" shouted the official.
"Good luck," encouraged Turn-
er.
The bar rested at eleven feet.
Two men cleared it more or less
easily, •' Boots didn't waste time
thinking; he simply rah pointed
his pole in the turf and shot him-
self for the bar, just clearing it
Having broken the ice he breathed
more easily.
The fourth man muffed it, took
two other tries, and then, still fail-
ing, was automatically out of the
race.
The bar was raised—eleven
three—and - the first man cleared
it in a manner that opened the
,eyes of the spectators; but the
second man succeeded only in
knocking it down, leaving him two
more chances.
A warning whisper reached
Boots' ears, "keep your heels up."
Boots trotted swiftly forward,
felt his pole hit the take, off, threw
himself into the air and dropped
free of the bar into the sand pit.
The second: man failed on his
other two trials leaving Rasby of
Baylor's crack team and Boots of
Texas.
The bar was raised to eleven
five and as both men cleared it,
there was a terrific shouting. Pop
was hopefully waving his hat and
shouting himself hoarse.
He, Boots Kemper, whose chief
vaulting training had been hop-
ping over farm yard fences with a
clothes pole, saw he was going to
have to vault like a topnotcher to
beat Rasby.
The official shouted, the bar wag
now resting at.eleven-six.
Rasby just cleared the bar and
now it was Boots' turn. He trot-
ted forward at an increasing
speed and leaped high into the air.
Two minutes later the waiting
throng heard the announcer boom-
ing reports, "the bar has been
raised to eleven feet seven inches,"
From eleven-seven the bar went
to eleven-eight and then to eleven-
nine. By now the entire stadium
was on its feet. Rasby weakened
and knocked it, while Boots, long
past wondernig, snapped over. In
the next attempt Rasby steadied
liimself and cleared the bar.
. The next mark—eleven feet ten
inches—was a height which Turn-
er, the star performer had never
reached in his whole career. At
this height, the contestants failed
with two mighty efforts each. The
victory would soon be determined-
Three minutes later the announ-
cer faced the stands, "Rasby of
Baylor has failed on his last trial.
• The opportunity to win the day's
honors was in the hands of a man
who had been ridiculed, ( even
tricked into this opportunity! Sue
closed her eyes; somewhere down
there, surrounded by that myriad
of onlooker^ was Kemper with the
chance to emblazon his, name for-
ever in the history of Texas Uni-
versity. Her father nudged her;
whatever had happened, the thing
was over now.
With a ringing shout came the
voice through the magaphone.
"The bar stands at eleven feet
ten inches, the winner—"Would he
never say it! "Kemper of Texas."
As Boots was being carried
from the field by his classmates, he
heard a voice.
"Tom."
It was Sue who rushed to his
side. Then Boots forgot Pop, for-
got his victory, forgot everything.
Suddenly he was jolted to life by
a hoarse voice.
"Well, me for an old fool!"
It was Pop's voice. "Yessir," he
went on to bystanders, "yessir,
she's my girl. They've been en-
gaged for sometime, A man's got
,to be a pretty fast stepper to get
into my family," Then when he
met Boots after they left the field,
"Look here Kemper, where'd you
learn that pole vaultin?"
Boots glanced at Sue's radiant
face, "Let's tell him," He began
blushing: "I learned it in your
back yard."
"What!"
"Yessir, that was the only way
to get over that glass topped fence
to see Sue,"
"So it was your footprints I
saw—"
Boots apologized, "I was sorry
about the flowers."
"The flowers—" and Pop burst
into a fit of laughter.
After it was all over Sue ex-
plained: "Tom, it was I who sent
your name in. I knew if you could
vault that twelve foot fence, you
could make eleven-six, or better—
on the track."
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