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THE EXAMINER, McKINNEY, TEXAS, DECEMBER 3, 1936
McKinney Examiner
CLINT THOMPSON 'l ™itorc, and
P. C. THOMPSON f“°rriSet“s
J. FRANK SMITH J
SUBSCRIPTION RATE:
Inside County, one year________$1.00
Outside County, one year_______$1.50
PHONE 233
Entered at the Postoffice in McKin-
ney, Texas, as Second-Class Mail
Matter.
Is This Ireland?
Six families were evicted by the
Federal Government from their homes
in the eastern part of Harris County
near Houston, the! day before Thanks-
giving. They were protesting the gov-
ernment’s action in transferring the
“project’’ from a government control-
led RA agency to a co-operative
non-profit making corporation. These
people claim they signed up with the
government RA in good faith’ at a
low rate of interest and small pay-
ments on long time. Now the RA
insists on changing them over into
a co-operative non-profit making cor-
poration with a higher rate of install-
ment payments.
We used to read of evictions of
people in Ireland! and how they would
fight for their homes. Rut we never
expected to live to see something of
the same kind in our beloved America.
The people, who have been evicted
intend to carry their cases to the
courts. It will probably land in the
Supreme Court of the Nation. In
which case The Examiner predicts
that these' people will win. If the
government can change its contract
arbitrarily like the news article* 1 in-
timates in its brief statement of the
case then the government can do
anything it pleases without regard to
the Federal Constitution. And could,
literally, confiscate people’s property.
These Harris County eviction cases
are going to be heard from later.
It Is Your Guess
Hearst has employed President
Roosevelt’s son-in-law, Mr. Boettiger,
as editor-in-chief and manager of his
Seattle Post-Intelligencer with orders
to make it the best newspaper in Se-
attle. Mr. Hearst fought F. D. R. to
the limit during the late campaign.
Draw your own conclusion. We have
done so. And our guess is that the
political game will go on as of old.
And that the next four years of the
Roosevelt administration is going to
he managed with the greatest cau-
tion. The fact that Mr. Roosevelt’s
son is soon to marry the daughter of
E. I. du Pont, the great millionaire
munition manufacturer, instead of be-
ing an augury of evil, maybe just the
opposite—that the masses of the
people are going to have their case
presented by one who is to1 the manor
born—our president who knows mil-
lionaires, those who are worthy and
those who ought to be curbed.
Mr. Roosevelt will thus be inclined
to be conservative and Mr. duPont
and his millionaire associates will be
able to look him in the eye and see
therein a determination to halt the
robbery of the people by the gigantic
combines. The appointment of Mr.
Roosevelt’s son-in-law to the editor-
ship of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer
is also of interest. After a few is-
sues of Mr. Hearst’s Seattle paper one
may be better able to guess what is
taking place in Big Business offices.
In meantime try to save enough to
square yourself with the tax collec-
tor.
Lottery Laws
It is a violation of postal laws for
newspapers to carry a printed circular
as a supplement without news items
of some sort on the reverse side. The
postal laws are very explicit and
newspaper publishers had better
watch their step if they do not want
to do some explaining to Uncle Sam,
says the Wylie Herald. All of which
reminds us that now. that the' election
is over, probably the post office de-
partment will look after the lottery
law violations in which newspapers
are not permitted to run an adver-
tisement for lotteries and receive pay
for same, like they do for other ad-
vertisements, but have the announce-
ment of the winners run through their
columns FREE of CHARGE under the
cover of NEWS.. The announcement
of the winners being even MORE
POWERFUL drawing cards for the
lotteries than a straight, legitimate
advertisement. When the post of-
fice department becomes really the
property of ALL the people, irrespec-
tive of class or political bias, and
ceases to be the football of politicians
then there will be a reform in these
matters—but not until then.
8,000 Baptists
Where a Baptist meeting is an-
nounced to be held, there the Baptists
congregate, said Rev. Jeff Ray, wh'o is
somewhat of a Baptist himself, in
speaking of the recent state gathering
at Abilene.
“In my story Sunday morning, t
said there1) would be 7,000 messengers
present at this convention. I got the
information from Secretary Gardner
but I put it in with a slight twinge
of conscience, feeling that it must be
a bit of Texas Baptist brag. But Fri-
day it was announced that ALREADY
MORE THAN 8,000 HAD ACTUALLY
REGISTERED AS MESSENGERS and
a number of voting precincts yet to
hear from. Bob Jolly of Houston
says it is hard to overstate perma-
nently anything about Texas Baptist
growth, for if it isn’t true today, it
will be tomorrow..’’
Storms Coming I THE TENANT A MAIN FACTOR
The American Federation of Labor
has gone on record demanding a six-
hour day and a five-day week so as
to make jobs for unemployed men,
claiming that the labor saving ma-
chines have displaced hand labor. But
we have no, where noticed where the
Federation has taken a stand against
married women holding jobs while
their husbands also are employed.
Women have displaced men in mil-
lions of position? throughout the
world. It is true of our country as
everyone knows. It began as a result
of the World War. When our boys
were called to the colors and sent
over to help make the world safe for
DEMOCRACY (???) women had to
take the positions they vacated. Wo-
men entered into all kinds, of business.
They clerked in stores, opened: busi-
ness houses of their own, farmed, ran
tractors, and proved as efficient, or
more so, as their brothers and sons
who had gone off to war. When these
boys got back home—if they did get
back—they found their jobs gone.
The result is that instead of the
women being the home' keepers and
makers while the men conduct the
business, the women prefer to stay
where they are. Many from prefer-
ence, of course, while others are forc-
ed to do so. That has in one move-
ment alone created a. shortage of em-
ployment for men. There is food, for
thought in that matter. And the Fed-
eration of labor had better be cau-
tious as to how it overlooks the indus-
trial institutions of the nation by
virtually doubling, the cost of con-
ducting business. Bankruptcy and
ruin are in the offing. The tendency
seeks to be “eat the cake and keep it
too.’’ The Rockwall Success says
along this line:
A survey shows through the daily
papers that 82 PER CENT OF THE
PEOPLE of the United States ARE
AGAINST MARRIED WOMEN
HOLDING JOBS, when the HUSBAND
has a job. This will more than likely
work itself into a political pot be-
fore many years. It is just as fair to
say by law, that a married woman
can’t hold a job, as it is to say by law,
that a person can’t stand an exami-
nation as Old Age investigator be-
cause1 he or she has not had) two
years in college work. So where! are
we going gentlemen of the jury. We
had better watch’ our little steps in
this country, the great land of the
free, and the home of the brave. Had
those representatives, who voted for
this measure, allowing only people
who have attended college two years
to enter this examination ever
thought that they also receive the
votes of people’ who had never seen
a college. Had they thought that if
all of the people who never entered
college should: take a notion to vote
against them, they would be defeated
for any office they might seek in this
country? The law is unfair, and we
don’t care who says that it is fair. It
is NOT American, it is NOT giving
the COMMON MASSES a voice in
their government. We know plenty
of people who never heard of a col-
lege that know more in a minute than
some college graduates know in a life
time, says the Success. All of which
shows that while 82 per cent of the
people oppose married women hold-
ing jobs while their husbands are also
working,-, there are other questions
that are alsoi deserving of careful con*
sideration.
Don’t Worry
The insurance companies are now
coming in for their share of Taxes.*
As there is no way to regulate rates of
insurance companies, as we under-
stand it, the companies will have to
pass the: tax on to' the property hold-
ers, we suppose. An Austin dispatch
says that virtually every type of in-
surance company except local mutual
aids and probably foreign life con-
cerns will be forced to bear a share
of the increased taxes necessitated by
the old age program. The rate on
foreign life companies was boosted
but the insurance department believes
the legislature’s action may result in
a reduction because for the first
time they were permitted tax credit
for policy loans to Texans. Domestic
life companies, foreign and domestic
fraternals and reciprocals were tax-
ed for the first time. The levy on
home life concerns, including fratern-
als, is one-half of one per cent on
gross premiums.
The state auditor estimates addi
tional revenue from the insurance tax
increases at $650,000 per annum.
It takes cash to pay pensions, and
this is one way to get it. But don’t
worry. Get yourself on the pension
list.
Finland has notified the United
States that she will pay her regular
installment of war debt when it falls
due, December 15th. Finland is pay-
ing her part on the great World War
of 1914-18. In the meantime the big
robber dictators of Germany, Italy,
Japan and Russia are prancing
around trying to' bluff each other and
the rest of the world, dodging or
rather flatly refusing to pay their
debts to this country. But maybe it
is all for the best. Humanity is a
strange mixture and often that which
apparently spells ruin is only God
working in His own mysterious way
His wonders to perform.
Robt. Quillen, the most extensive-
ly quoted paragrapher in, the United
States, (he says so) fires, this chunk
of comfort to those statesmen who
are just now beginning to; set up and
take notice. Quillen says:
“Cheering crowds don’t mean much.
Nine-tenths of them would quit a
statesman to see the quints. The
campaign was confusing and you can't
tell what (lie big shots were working
for till you see what they get.”
Celina Baptists sent a $75 box of
good eatfe to the Buckner Orphans for
Thanksgiving.
(Bonham Favorite)
The increase of farm tenancy in the United States,
and especially in the South, is engaging the attention of
the government and of thoughtful people as it never en-
gaged it before. It is a serious problem, and the govern-
ment is making some effort to relieve the condition of the
tenants. It is preparing to spend vast sums to prepare
homes that will be sold to tenants on easy, long-time pay-
ments, at a very low rate of interest.
Much of the money spent in the past four years to pro-
vide temporary homes for small farmers has been ail but
wasted. There are hundreds of shacks all over this coun-
ty and other counties in Texas built at the expense of the
government on lands that do not belong to either the ten-
ant or the government. Many of these shacks are barely
fit for human habitation and many of them are not now
occupied. In a short time the huuses will become the
property of the land owners. Possibly as an emergency
measure the building of them had some justification. But
certainly much money was wasted.
The Federal government has been planning a better
way to help the tenants, and is beginning to put it into
practice. It is buying lands on which it will build neces-
sary houses, and which it will sell to tenants on long-time
payments.
But something beside providing permanent homes for
tenants must be done to make the plan a success. The
tenants themselves must be prepared to make a success of
it. Until the average tenant is ready to fully cooperate
with the government little success can be made. Unques-
tionably there are farmers who can, and will, succeed in
paying for their homes in the course of time, but also un-
questionably there are many who will fail—fail because
they are not willing to work and deny themselves some
pleasures and luxuries for the day in order that a compe-
tence may be acquired for the future.
It is not wholly the fault of the land owner that so
many tenants have been reduced to poverty. In many
cases it is the fault of the tenant. He is not willing to
undergo privations, to work constantly, to save part of
what he makes—and he isn’t willing to try seriously to
make more than a bare subsistence. He isn’t willing even
to settled down and stay long on any place, nor to care for
the place while he does stay. Many a landlord will testi-
fy how difficult it is to find competent and willing workers
to cultivate his lands. The government will find the same
difficulty if it prepares homes for any but the most thrifty
—and if it does limit its sales to the thrifty the tenant
problem will be only partially solved. When the thrifty
are provided homes, what will become of the shiftless?
The best work that has been done for the tenant, and
also for the small farm owner, is the work that has been
done during the past few years by the 4-H clubs and the
Home Demonstration workers. These are teaching the
tenant and land owner alike to make a living on the farm.
They have convinced thousands of farmers that but for
the work of their wives and daughters and sons in filling
the pantries and the cellars that they would have had to go
on relief. With such training as that furnished by the
county farm agents, the willing tenant will be a£le to profit
by the aid the government is giving in its resettlement
work. But that work must be extended to all farmers if
the resettlement work is to prove the success hoped for it.
The Forward Pass Repentance
Tell the Truth
The Marshall News says that every
newspaper editor meets every once
in a while some earnest individual
that tells him that he should print
the whole truth about local happen-
ings. The editor is told he should
shield no one, “hew to the line, let
the chips fall where they may.” The
editor is supposed to tell the truth,
to be a sort of twentieth century
cherry tree model. He is supposed to
suppress nothing if the “dear people”
would like to read it.
There was a recent occasion where
one Indiana editor grew weary of
being called a liar and announced he
would absolutely tell the truth in his
next week’s paper and then leave
town. And the next issue contained
the following:
“John Bein, the laziest merchant in
town, made a trip to Bellville Mop-
day.
“The Rev. Sty preached last Sun-
day on ‘Charity.’ The sermon was
punk.
“Married—Miss Sylvia Rhodes and
James Collins, last Sunday at the Bap-
tist parsonage, by Rev. Gordon. The
bride is a very ordinary town girl
who doesn’t know any more about
cooking than a jack rabbit and never
helped her mother three days in her
life. She is not a beauty by any
means and has a gait like a duck. The
groom is an up-to-date loafer. He has
been living off the old folks and
isn’t worth shucks. It will be a hard
life.
Died—Age 50 years, 6 mos. and 13
days. Deceased was a mild manner-
ed pirate with a mouth full of whisky.
He came here in the night with an-
other man’s wife and joined the
church. He owes us several dollars
for paper, and also a meat bill,, and
you can hear him pray for six blocks.
He died singing ‘Jesus Paid . It All,’
and we think he is right—he never
paid anything himself. He was
buried in an asbestos casket, and his
friends threw palm leaf fans in his
grave, as he may need them.”
Then the editor left town before
the paper went to press. There are
times when it would appear that the
editor should not confine himself
strictly to the truth.
Roosevelt and Peace
Arthur Brisbane, speaking of the
president’s visit to South America to
talk peace, says that this is (was) a
most useful idea. Great crowds wel-
I corned him in liis brief stop at Rio de
: Janeiro, as he drove through the
j streets with the Brazilian President,
j while the band played “The Star-
' Spangled Banner.”
| The President will talk peace and
j business, at least as much business as
| peace, and he will make friends for
| us all in South America.
! That trip to the Southern continent
S is BETTER than TRAIPSING
1 AROUND EUROPE, making IMPOS-
' SIBLE PROMISES, lending Ameri-
can billions to dishonest borrowers,’’
says Editor Brisbane. We1 of Ameri-
ca who have been probably unduly
alarmed over Mr. Roosevelt’s policies,
as engineered’ by visionary experi-
menters will do well to think of our
advantage in having a man as chief
of our National Defense, who is
throwing the weight of his long ex-
perience in favor of peace, instead of
swashbuckling around rattling swords
and blowing about what America is
going to do if other folks don’t mind
their knitting. Yes, w© are glad F. D.
R. is at the head of our government
at this critical time. He knows war
and its misery. He also knows peace
and its blessings. H© believes in
“PEACE AND PREPAREDNESS.”
Registration of 26,000,000 empioyes
for pension accounts is now goin,; oh.
It is some job. But is giving wo: k to
thousands of people who might c her-
wise be idle. Thus the wheels
kept going “round and round.”
Dust Storms
Federal authorities in Washington
are worried over the possibility of an-
other great “dust bowl” forming. A
news dispatch say^, the rapidly dry-
ing spring wheat region was said by
the weather bureau today to be in
grave danger of falling within the
cho king grasp of the great plains
“dust bowl” Only abundant rains
next spring, said J. B. Kincer, crop
expert, can keep the soil of 23,000,000
acres in the Dakotas, Minnesota and
Montana tidd down with seedling
grain.
A four-year-old child at Albuquer-
que, N. M., swallowed a 3-inch length
of lead pencil Saturday. But will re-
cover, the physicians say, unless
some complication sets up which’ they
think they may prevent. A special
diet was prescribed.
Use Christmas seals on your let-
ters and help advertise a good cause.
If you’ve never played the game,
you may not completely understand
my neighbor Lee and myself. But, if
you have, you know all of it; for you
know how, in the first crisp days of
September, your thought turns back.
Here’s another Fall, and once more on
a thousand green fields there’s a
locked strain of scrimmage, the hiss
and grunt of clean tackles, the smell
of torn earth and clipped grass crush-
ed beneath swift cleats, the sweat salt
on lips as the crouched lines face and
the sweat-shirted coaches hover.
Again you sense the clean pungency
of wintergreen in the rubbing room,
hear the booming thump of foot on
leather, see the soaring arc of the ball
against the blue. The Fall, to you,
means one thing only, for you’re a
football man—or you were once. But
if once, then always; for you never
forget.
So with my neighbor Lee and my-
self. Lee was a State man; I was
University; now, of course, we’re both
of Jaalam and we smile over ancient
rivalries. But every year, at about
this time, the same thing happens.
Lee gleans the last of his apples; I
turn my garden in the late golden sun-
light; and over the wall we shout of
lines and backfields, of attacks and
defense. Lee comes down and I
stick my fork in the dark earth. We
sit on the gray wall, and scratch dia-
grams on the lichened stones, and old
names, old scores are warm in our
mouths. There were giants in our
day.
f‘Why, do you remember, Lee—”
So we’re off. A great game still,
for all these modern changes. A great
game to talk of wisely, with the smell
of burning leaves on the slow wind,
and the October sun warm on your
back. And a great game to see.
And nearly every year we see the
University-State game together. Some
years I flaunted my green feather on
the State side of the field, and on the
next Lee’s sun-bleached hair and
wind-reddened face seems faintly alien
on my side. This year, it being my
turn ,Lee said: “Make it three seats.
One for Susan. She’s never seen a
big game, and time she did.”
That was all right. In other years
we’d taken Junius and Lucius. Lee’s
boys; now Junius was on the high
school team, and Lucius was captain
and ace halfback on an aggregation
known as the Thunderbolts; and it
was obviously Susan’s turn. Sue is
thirteen; and, while she wouldn’t, of
course, understand the game, still
she’d enjoy the crowd, the color, the
cheering. “You’ll like it, Sue,” I told
her. “And anything you want to know,
ask us battle-scarred vets. We wrote
the book—we two and Walter Camp.
Sue’s freckled nose wrinkled, and
her sea-blue eyes were warm between
her white tarn and her striped coat
of Hudson’s Bay blanket. And she
sat quietly between us as we left
Jaalam’s oak brown hills and followed
the river road townward through ever-
thickening traffic. Lee and I talked
of other days, other games. Of great
men we spoke with due veneration;
we sang their praise as our Norse
forebears qhanted sagas—and where,
now, could you find the likes of them?
Oh, we knew, we knew; there were
able lads these days. That we grant-
ed. These quadruple threats, now-
you never knew whether they’d run,
kick, pass—or fumble. It was a
changed game, these days. But that
was true of everything; times grew
more complicated, and we were faint-
ly wistful for a lost and sturdy sim-
plicity. i! Then we came to the field
and forgot that.
Sue liked it; so did we. It was all
familiar—the parking, the press at
the gate, the flat sunlit green of the
practice field with the gray bulk of
the stands ahead, the dusky arcades
murmurous with voices, thick with
hurrying and smiling folk. We climb-
ed through a ramped tunnel; Sue
said: “Oh, lovely!” and stared at the
great gray bowl of windy sunlight. We
found our seats and told Sue, between
us, about the kickoff, and the line-up,
and Sue nodded while the bands
blared and maneuvered and the stands
rose and thundered as the squads
trooped in. And then, for a time, we
forgot Sue.
For, as we watched, it all came
flooding back to us. There was the
taut eagerness of that first line-up;
your mouth was dry and you rubbed
moist palms; the rival bands were
quiet and now the clipped grass ruf-
fled like water under the flawed wind.
Then the first whistle shrilled, and the
golden oval spun high in the sun and
settled; there Avas the swirl and check
of the first plays, the first booming
cheers, then the swift steadying of
pulse and breath. We knew, we knew,
we two veterans. And as State tried
two plays, then kicked, and as Uni-
versity ran three, and again the ball
rose in a high drifting spiral, we
watched with narrowed eyes, probing
for weakness, searching for strength.
Lee said: “I’ve seen worse back-
fields than yours.”
“Not bad,” I admitted. “But you’ve
got the line, Lee.”
And between us Sue’s small; quiet
voice said: “I think it’s pretty even.”
And when State made first down on
a reverse, and then tried two end
sweeps, she said critically: “That
Number 2 back isn’t blocking.”
Lee’s eyes met mine over her white
tarn, and he winked. What things
these youngsters picked up! State
made two yards for another first
down, and a wide end sweep was
thrown for a loss. Sue was right;
that Number 2 man had missed his
block. Lee said: “Good guessing,
that,” and Sue’s mouth-corners
crinkled in a secret smile. But was it
guessing? A dim suspicion grew as
State kicked and a green jersey wove
back to midfield.. For a while Lee
said: “Now the old power plays,”
Sue said in a rising voice: “Watch
this pass!” From a maze of crossing
figures one faded back, arm raised,
and the pass was flat and bullet-like.
I asked curiously: “How’d you know,
Sue?” and she answered calmly:
“You watch that tailback’s feet. He
settled back on his heels. It’s simple.
It’s easy.”
“So it is, is it?” I muttered. “What
next, then?”
Sue considered: ‘Well, I’d try a
spinner.”
It was, instead, a cut-in off tackle;
but the spinher came on the next play
There is another reason why,
Great God, I want to pass your sky,
And pass your gate, and search the
throng,
And seek one voice in heaven's song,
And walk your streets, and everything
Until I find my mother there—
There is another reason why:
Because, when I have found her, I
Shall say: “My mother, I am here
To ask forgiveness, mother dear—
Not ask forgiveness of the Throne,
To ask forgiveness of your own.
“For once I scoffed -at things you
said;
And many a night you bowed your
head
In prayer for me—and prayed in
vain—
And yet tomorrow prayed again.
Yes,, many a hair of gray you wore A
That God shall make me answer for.
“For once I scoffed at counsel, scorned
The mother love that wept and warn-
ed;
Yes, once I laughed at wisdom, turned
Away from where your candle burned
To follow through the crimson nights
To brighter glow of dancing lights.
‘And then one morning I awoke—
And, mother, it was truth you spoke.
The lights were out, the roses dead—
Oh, mother, it was truth you said.
My better self that better dawn
Came home again—but you were
gone.”
And that’s the other reason why,
Great God, when mine the hour to die
I long to enter heaven. Let
Me tell her, tell her even yet—
Although I be forever cursed,
Oh, let me see my mother first!
—Douglas Malloch.
Last week the Examiner stated thas|
it would believe Gov. Allred was go-
ing to resign and accept a Federal
judgeship “when he said so, but not
before.” We notice that he has de-
nied any intention of resigning. He
says he is well satisfied with his job
as governor. Our guess is there are a
lot of scheming politicians in this
state who would like mighty w;ell to
see Gov. Jimmie parkedi on a Federal
Bench.
We notice in a news dispatch from
Seattle, Wash., that sea gulls have
been threatened with starvation be-
cause of the strike. The gulls follow
the ships and feed on the scraps of
food thrown into the sea. This lines
up with the report that Germany, in
her efforts at economy, has planned
to save all table scraps, or slops, and
have them dried. Later these scraps^
are fed to hogs in Germany. MilB
lions of pounds of the finest kind o*
feed is thus saved. Germany thinks
it more profitable to feed hogs than
sea gulls.
A headline reads, “President dines
on warship off Brazil’s coast,” an-
other in same column reads, “Texas
convicts dine on turkey.” Of course
you are supposed to use your head.
and Sue smiled to herself. The green
team, my team, made a first down,
then another less easily. Then five
yards, then two ,then one. Sue said
softly: “I think they’ll pass wide, to
the left—or kick for the corner.” It
was the pass, and we rose with
caught breath as it arched, missed
swift reaching hands, bobbed and
rolled outside. State’s ball on the 19-
yard line, and Sue was saying: “But
they had to! Didn’t you see State’s
defense formation?” And Lee looked
at me and rubbed his nose. |
“Did you?” he challenged.
I hadn’t. I’d been watching the
tailback’s feet. Had Lee? No. Fourth
down and two to go—he’d have
plunged the line. But the red pom-
pon on Sue’s white tarn vibrated as
she said: “Not that line, Dad.”
And now State made fifteen yards
on a double reverse, eight more off
tackle. Again an end sweep for no
gain, and Sue muttered to her small
self. That Number 2 back! He hadn’t
even tried. “You suppose,” she said
suddenly, “he’s faking?” State made
first down, two yards more. Sue
buried her chin in her white coat col-
lar. She grumbled. She came to her
feet. Again State swept that end;
again the sturdy red jersey of Sue’s
Number 2 back made a half hearted
block. He barely brushed his man,
staggered beyond the in-rushing de-
fensive half—then bored on with
head down, feet drumming. The tail-
back checked, circled back; across the
field the stands exploded in a long
crashing roar; the ball arched, set-
tled in clutching fingers as the red
jersey went down under two green
ones on the five-yard line. And Sue
chortled: “Oh, lovely! Weren’t they
dumb? Oh, weren’t they?”
But Lee, looking at me across the
bobbing white tam, said with awe*
“She knew! That end and half wer
being mouse-trapped. How’d you do
it, Sue?”
But it’s simple. It’s easy.” Sue
was modest. “Oh, Junius tells me
things, and Lucky and I work them
out when—when we’re supposed to be
doing home-work, and the papers have
diagrams and everything. And isn’t it
fun?”
Lee said it was. He rubbed his
nose, grinned swiftly, shook his head.
He turned, and in a great voice boom-
ed: “Yay, State! Touchdown!” I
added my voice to an imploring and
rhythmic: “Hold ’em!” Sue linked
arms with us, stood tiptoe. Oh, a
great game, a great game! You felt
warmly confident. Who won didn’t
matter—not greatly. The game was
the thing. It went on. It changed. It
grew better. Great men had their
golden and green days, and passed
into the purple twilight of sagas.
Still the game went on, and today
small Sue knew more than we vek
erans. You wondered swiftly if thU
Avas Avhy, with every Fall-
“Yay, State!”
“OH. HOLD THAT LIN
| —DANIEL Cl
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