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THE GIDDINGS STAR
CA41724 L 40
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THERE are now thousands of col- |
lege football players, not over-
looking 148 National leaguers, on ac-
tive service in the army, navy and
marines. This-is an underestimate.
And there are many more on their |
way.
In the face of this we have been
asked ‘far and wide what will be-
come of football this next fall.
SADDLE^ RIDE a
® By ERNEST Haycox %=
THE STORY SO FAR: There’s going
to be war in the cattle country, war be-
tween the big ranchers like Ben Heren-
deen and the little fellows. Clay Mor-
gan is an important rancher, but he
doesn't like Herendeen's methods and
doesn’t hesitate to say so. * solitary
figure who cannot forget the wife who
died hating him, Morgan Is devoted to
his nine-year-old daughter, Janet. He
has brought her Into town with him,
where Ollie Jacks, a rustler, is on trial
for stealing Herendeen’s cattle. Jacks
is freed by the jury, but as he steps out
onto the courthouse steps everyone
As far as one can offer a guess
on a June date, football will keep
under steam with the men that are
left. This goes for both the col-
leges and the pros. It has been the
wish of both army and navy that
football be carried on, even with an i
increased number of players. Army though everybody waited for some-
and navy teams will be at full speed, thing to come. Ollie Jacks reached
Above all other games, this is a at his shirt pocket and produced his
football nation. I am referring to tobacco.
high school, college and professional “Clay,” he said, “I never did you
players, plus the many millions who no wrong, did I?”
make up the camp followers. So “Not that I know of."
you can figure it out that football | Sweat ran its oil-shine across O1-
will be the last game to go, if it lie Jacks’ face; his lips were small
goes at all. Which it won’t. and sharp and his eyes—not eyes
, . that any man could trust—clung to
Typical Case j Morgan. “All I want is a chance to
In the matter of college play we ride out of this town,” he said.
can take Minnesota as a typical Herendeen said in his bluntly un-
case along the upper plateau. answerable manner: “Everybody’s
In this connection, George Barton, been talking about things being le-
the sage of Gopher football, writes, gal. So we made this legal and
“I am afraid Minnesota’s national see what happened. We won’t make
championship days are over for the j that mistake again. You're on the
duration, but the Gopher will do | wrong foot, Clay. Better get right."
pretty well in Big Ten competition. "Never mind," said Morgan. They
“Six regulars are gone from the saw him now as he seldom was, the
great line of the past two years— quick angles of his face showing up.
Fitch and Ringer, ends; Odson, The change was instant; he had
tackle; Levy and Pukema, guards; no smoothness, no reasonableness.
What he said was a challenge—he
meant it that way and wanted them
knows ba la a dead man.
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER II
The long silence held on, as
He was listening to the thinned report of a man's loud voice.
Phillip.
PRIVATE PURKEY IN LOVE
AND WAR
Dear Oscar—This will have to be
just a short note, my dear. 1 am
trying to get into
the Women’s
Army Auxiliary
Corps and I got
crushed in the
rush. My right |
arm was so twist-
ed I can hardly |
write. I cannot
bear to think of you in the service
of your country without feeling that
I should also do my bit in some
way. It would be fine if I got as- |
signed to duty somewhere near
enough to see you often, as I miss
you terribly.
More later.
All my love,
Harriet.
1 St Joseph
. 1--
NONE _
( SURER Ma
LARGEST SELLER AT ID
If you know a Navy man, don’t
ever call him a “gob”—sailors
consider the name an insult. You
can get on the right side of him
though if you offer him a Camel-
or better yet, send him a carton.
Camels are the favorite cigarette
with men in the Navy (Army, Ma-
rines, Coast Guard, too, for that
matter) based on actual sales rec-
ords from the service men's
stores. Local dealers are featur-
ing cartons of Camels to send to
any member of our armed forces
anywhere. Send him that Camel
carton today.—Adv.
HIT THAT RHEUMATIC PAIN
RIGHT WHERE IT HURTS
And look at the Silver Lining
in those Clouds of Pain
The big idea is that you want to feel I
better. When pain cases, your mind .
eases. You get rest that means deliver- ?
BERNIE BIERMAN
Flick, center. And, of course, Bruce
Smith and Bob Sweiger from the
backfield. Gone also is Bernie Bier-
man and three of his coaching
staff."
But it might be mentioned here
that as long as Minnesota has a
back named Bill Daley and tackle
named Dick Wildung, the Gopher
has something more than a mere
nucleus on hand. Daley is a big part
of any backfield and Wildung is a
big part of any good line. And there
are others around in Norsemen gold.
Two Others
From this crow’s nest two of the
best-looking college squads will be-
long to Georgia and Texas A. and
M. And you can add Texas. Of
course, you must remember that
more than one or two things may
happen between now and late Sep-
tember.
The strength of the different serv-
ice teams is still a summer guess,
but judging from most of their
schedules they will have something
more than tackling dummies on
guard.
It might be noted here that foot-
ball is only a part of these cadet
training centers. Football will be
but one-fifth or one-sixth part of the
10 or 12-hour conditioning drills, at
which boxing, wrestling, hurdling,
etc., will keep them spinning like
human tops from dawn to dark.
The added rivalry between college 1
and service teams will add to the |
general interest of the game, de-
spite the fact that 40,000 or 80,000
crowds might not be on hand when
the whistle blows.
; to know it. He swung around, speak-
j ing to Ollie Jacks. “You’re all right
I in town, Ollie. But when you leave,
I that’s your grief."
“Whoa!” said Herendeen. "I’ll
| make what damned trouble I
| please.”
Morgan came about fast enough
to make Lige White jerk his head
aside. Morgan said: "All right, Ben.
| If you want it, you can have it
! now."
It shocked everybody still, this
challenge so unexpected and so
deadly in a quick-tempered country.
It caught Herendeen with his guard
down. Herendeen stepped away
| from the locust tree, the bright
I flame of anger in his eyes.
“I’ve got some business to finish
during the week, Morgan. When
that's done I'll see you. That is all
I care to say."1
“Fine,” answered Morgan, and
walked away. Behind him, the as-
tonished silence still held.
He passed the courthouse and went
into the post office, rapping at the
wicket until Fred Rich came out of
the back room.
“No notice yet on Government
Valley?"
“No,” said the postmaster.
“I want to know when it comes.”
"I’ll post it on one of the buildings
in the valley. That's regulation."
The sun was gone from desert and
sky, leaving a soft blue-running
light behind. The supper triangle
began to beat up its iron clanging
from the porch of the Mountain
House hotel. The Red Canyon stage
rolled out of the hills, made a howl-
ing swing into Main Street and
stopped before the hotel in smoky
eddies of dust. Morgan left the post
office doorway, still interested in the
way the Three Pines riders—Heren-
deen's outfit—scattered themselves
along the street. Janet had appeared
at McGarrah’s doorway and was
calling his name.
She took his hand. They went on
through the store, into the back
quarters. Yellow lamplight poured
on the red-checkered tablecloth,
splintering brilliantly against the
glass cruets. Ann McGarrah was in
the kitchen, dishing the meal; he
passed on to the rear porch, took
off his coat and scrubbed away the
riding dust. When he returned to
the dining room they were waiting
for him—Janet and Ann.
Pro Football
There are now 148 National league
football players in active service,
with others on their way soon. Twen-
ty-eight of these players hold com-
missions. Eighty-three joined up
They ate, idly talking, idly argu-
ing. The druggist’s boy, Fred Tan-
ner, came to the back yard and
called Janet's name. Janet moved
restlessly in her seat until Morgan
nodded. As soon as she had gone,
Ann McGarrah said: “You'll be
with the army, 56 with the navy,
and nine with the marines.
Each year the pros draft some 200
top-rank players. They will get few
from the draft list this fall. But as
riding a lot this week. Let Janet
stay here."
Morgan smiled. "What is it this
time, Ann? There’s always some-
thing.”
She said candidly: “A new dress,
Clay. And her hair.”
He said: “I guess there are some
Steve Owen of the Giants puts it,
“While we've all lost good men and
key men, we’ll have enough left to
carry the game along until more
men are called. This will make it
a closer race—a better race. '
“We won't have those Chicago
Bears of last season to look at,”
Big Steve said. “Halas has lost his
share of stars, and he had more
stars to lose. At this spot I can’t |
see any standout team. But I’m
sure we'll have an interesting sea-
son with enough material left to go
around."
All of which, with the colleges,
the navy and army teams, plus the
pros, should find the American land ,
scape and atmosphere packed with
more flying footballs than any past
season ever knew.
things I can't do for her."
“I can do those things for her. I
like to. I want to." But when she
said this her manner changed and
her eyes were cool and her voice
pushed him away. “I don’t mean
that the way it sounds. For her.
Clay. Not for you."
His head was lifted and he was
listening to the thinned report of
a man’s loud voice on the street.
He was straight in his chair, his
mind and temper changing back to
the world out there. She knew what
he was thinking, for she had been
on the porch when he had chal-
lenged Herendeen. She said in a
subdued voice:
•'I'm not surprised you were will-
ing to quarrel with him. It goes
back a long way. You never forget
anything.”
He said, “Thanks for the supper,
Ann,” and walked on through the
store to the front porch. She fol-
lowed him; she was beside him when
he paused on the street. Janet ran
forward from the store’s back al-
ley, out of breath and laughing. At
this moment Morgan's interest was
wholly on the street. Ann McGar-
rah saw how closely he studied the
roundabout shadows. It was a care-
fulness that he had always had, as
though the need of it had been
burned in him since the beginning.
Darkness rolled tidally down the
hills, filling War Pass. Lights glint-
ed through window and doorway and
made yellow fanwise pools on the
walks and the night breeze bore in
sage scent and pine scent from the
upper country. The Burnt Ranch
stage stood before the hotel, ready
to go. Morgan's attention clung to
the dark area around Gentry's cor-
ral a long while. Afterwards he
said, to Janet: “You’re staying here
for a few days. Let’s take a little
walk before I start home."
Ann McGarrah knew where they
were going. Paused by the store's
doorway, she watched these two,
the tall shape of the man and the
slender figure of the girl side by
side, go down into Old Town, Jan-
et’s small hand gripping her fa-
ther’s. One light illumined them a
moment, then they were lost be-
yond Old Town as they walked to-
ward the cemetery.
Beyond Old Town a creek carr,*
out of the hills and crossed under
the road with a liquid lapping. Past
the creek the round-topped wooden
headboards of the cemetery glowed
vaguely white under the moonlight.
Following the irregular row, Mor-
gan stopped before his wife’s grave.
Janet’s hand gripped his fingers
more tightly and she stood quite
[ close to him.
He heard her soft, long sigh. '‘It
would be so nice to have a mother.”
This was the thing that hit him
so hard, his daughter's loneliness for
a mother. He stood at the foot of
the grave, with his hat removed,
thinking back to that long-gone night
when Lila Durrie, so full of life
and laughter and recklessness, had
smiled to him across the dance
hall’s width, putting everything into
her round black eyes. At eighteen
a man was like the blowing wind;
he had gone over, knowing there
would be a fight. Ben Herendeen
had brought her to the dance and
Ben Herendeen stood by, quietly
raging. When the music started
Lila Durrie looked up at the sullen
Herendeen, laughed at him and took
Clay Morgan’s arm, dancing away.
At the doorway they had stepped
out; down by the row of buggies, in
the bland black night, they had
stood a moment, no longer cool and
no longer laughing. Even now Mor-
gan remembered the sharpness, the
wild intensity of his feelings as he
kissed her and heard her whisper
in his ears. “Clay—Clay, do you
love me?” They had gone immedi-
ately to his rig. At daylight they
were married.
There hadn’t been time for a pic-
ture or for much of anything else.
At that time he owned a small ranch
in the Lost Hills and ran a few
cows on it. This was where they
set up housekeeping, a long way
from town, a long way from dances
or from her friends. She had been
used to better things and couldn’t
help remembering it. She was a
stormy girl, so rash in anger, so
quick to seek laughter, by turns so
terribly forlorn and so tempestuous-
ly happy. Four months after their
marriage Herendeen rode up to the
place and stepped from the saddle.
From the far corner of the mead-
ow, Clay had seen this. When he
reached the house Herendeen was
laughing and she was laughing but
that laughter stopped soon enough,
for Herendeen said: “Why stick so
close to the house. Clay? Don’t you
trust your wife?”
Morgan drew the cigar from his
mouth, feeling some of the fury of
that fight. He had rushed against
Herendeen, hearing his wife's
scream of protest. Herendeen start-
ed laughing again, but when they
were finished, both exhausted and
drained dry and badly beaten, there
was no amusement in Herendeen.
That hurt still came back to plague
Morgan, even now; he remembered
how he walked to the corral and
hung his elbows against it to keep
from falling, and how blindly Her-
endeen staggered toward his horse.
He had whipped Herendeen in that
fight and yet he had lost; for, five
months later, shortly after Janet’s
birth, Lila had looked up from her
bed, white and strengthless, all her
love gone, and whispered: “I should
tell you something. Clay. I made a
mistake. It was Ben I wanted to
marry. You and I are not at all
alike.” And so she had died.
He had turned away. But he
turned back, holding the warm
small hand of his daughter within
his own big fingers, knowing that in
his daughter's head was a wistful
and wonderful image of her mother
—an image made out of a child’s
longing. Like a fairy tale, he
thought, that had to be bright and
always fair.
He was thinking of this, pleased
by her pleasure, when he saw a
low-bent and shadowy shape run
from the alley adjoining the Moun-
tain House hotel and whip across
the street toward Mike Boylan’s
blacksmith shop. This was in the
corner building of Old Town, and
Mike Boylan, late-working, had hung
a lantern above the shop's wide
double-door. A saddle horse stoud.
loose before Boylan's rack, toward
which the running man aimed. Far-
ther up the street somebody shouted
a warning and a Three Pines rider
rushed forward from McGarrah’s
store Slowly pacing forward to-
ward Mike Boylan’s shop, Morgan
identified the runner as soon as the
Dear Harriet.—Gee but I am ser-
prisod about you and the WAAC and
I don't know if I -
like it or not. It be as
is a fine thing forM-h
you to do I guess
but it sort of
makes it look like
you did not have
complete confi-
dence in me to
win this war. I mean all your let-
ters up to this time indercated you
was satisfied with the part 1 was
doing and not that you thought you
should get in and make sure every-
thing went okay.
And another thing, Harriet, is
this. We are having enuff trou-
ble corresponding when only one
of us is in the army and it wood
be twice as confusing if we was
both being switched around the
globe. It is bad enuff when you
ain’t sure where I am but it
wood be worse if you didn't
know where you was neither and
vicus versus.
ance. So use something that gets at the
pain. C-2223 brings you pain-relieving
help. Now you will feel as good as
others who enjoyed its help. Don’t put
it off. Get C-2223 now. 6oc, $i every-
where. Use only as directed. Purchase
price refunded if you are not satisfied.
Now, Harriet, if you have made
up your mind I serpose it is no sense
arguing but all I hope is that you 1
have thought it all over carefully
first. 1 read in the paper that the |
women's army is to go on hikes and
be trained a good deal like any |
army and I am awful worried about
latter entered the yellow arc of the font hurting
lantern’s light. It was Ollie Jacks. ATOS:
your feet. I remember you never
was much good at long walks and :
1 cannot bear the idea of you being
out in the hot sun all day with your
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Ollie Jacks’ breath was a lung-
ing, painful sound in the night as
he rushed against the horse, threw
himself into the saddle and clawed
at the reins. For a brief moment
his face came around and Morgan
saw the constricted desperation on
it; then Ollie Jacks slashed the
horse away from the blacksmith
shop, turned into the gap between
Old Town and McGarrah’s store,
and raced down-slope into the des-
ert.
Janet’s hand gripped Clay Mor-
gan’s fingers. "What's the matter.
Daddy?”
“Nothing,” he said, “nothing but
Ollie Jacks having some fun.” He
quickened his step, coming into the
gap and halting there as a pair of
Three Pines men reached it. Heren-
deen arrived, saying: “Get your
horses,” and then these men were
facing Clay Morgan. One of them
had drawn his gun to take a shot at
the retreating Ollie Jacks. He held
the gun half out of the holster, star-
ing at Morgan, but Ollie Jacks was
gone and it was too late and he let
the gun drop back, shrugging his
shoulders. Three Pines men were
riding up behind Herendeen and
Herendeen's face was red and
round.
The echo of Ollie Jacks' horse
made a dying tattoo in the black-
ness, out in the desert. Other Three
Pines riders were rushing from town
by the stage road. Morgan said,
courteous and quiet;' “Maybe Jan-
et and I are in your way. We’ll
step aside ”
"No," said Herendeen, rage run-
ning behind his false-cool tone.
“There is nothing to hurry about.
There’s a time for everything. Clay.
Good evening, Janet."
Janet said in her precise, little-
woman's voice: "Good evening.”
Morgan pulled her gently on to Mc-
Garrah's porch. Ann McGarrah
waited there. Part of the Three
Pines crew galloped toward the des-
ert, after Ollie Jacks. Herendeen
walked up the street, his boots lift-
ing dust.
Morgan said, “1'11 ride along, hon-
ey. Be back in a few days. You
have a good time.” He reached
down and kissed her, feeling the
warmth of her hands as she held
them at the back of his neck. He
was smiling as he straightened,
smiling at Janet, and then at Ann
McGarrah’s attentive eyes. Out on
the desert — far out — a gunshot
sounded, quick and faint, and was
echoed by two other shots. That
was all. Ann McGarrah saw the
smile die and saw the flame of tern
per in his eyes. They both knew
Ollie Jacks was dead. Herendeen
had respected Morgan’s challenge;
that and nothing more Morgan lift-
ed his hat, noting how Ann Me-
Garrah's arm rested on Janet's
shoulder. He said, "Good night,"
and turned into the street.
ITO BI CONTINUED
I warn you that army life is
awful tough on dogs. It is bad
enough on a man’s dogs witch is
tougher than a girl’s dogs any-
how and I do not think girl's
feet is meant for such work. I
warn you also to ask about
guard duly and k.p. detail, Har-
riet. Find out if you got to do
these things in a woman’s army.
And if you have I am sure you
wood want no part of it. Guard
duty means you got to go out
and walk between two posts
sometimes all night and you
won't see nobody. You will hear
the darndest noises and it is two
creepy for any girl, espeshully
one who is as nervus as you. 1
remember you are a little jumpy
in the dark even when I am
with you and so how wood you
feel all alone, Harriet?
Now k.p. duty is going around
picking up all waste papers, butts,
etc., all over the camp and peeling
vegetables and it is no job for a
girl who is not used to it and 1 re-
member your mother always said
you hated to help in the kitchen at
all and did not exactly like house
cleaning either. Of coarse I have
not got the lowdown on the women’s
army and do not know what you
wood half to do but I am just warn-
ing you.
Sergeant Mooney says you
wood have to do all that a man
does in a army accept to fight.
But I read in a paper that you
wood be detailed most to light
duties witch I hope is true on
account of I have enuff to do
worrying about what shape I am
in without worrying about you.
Harriet.
So think it all over and as the old
saying goes look before you become
a rolling stone. Write me a long
letter.
Love,
Oscar.
a a e
All stores will sell war bonds
and stamps and nothing else for
15 minutes on July 1. And there
will, of course, be the shopper
who will want s discount for
cash and ask that they be sent.
Another dimout victim is the actor
who now has to sign up at so much
per week and his name in the ex-
tinguished lights.
Private Purkey’s old man
when rebuked the other day for
overeating explained' "I'm de-
veloping my second front." .
• • •
It Is Ima Dodo who tried to
assist in the New York dimout
by coming downtown at eight
and wearing dark glasses.
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