Life — November 13, 1924 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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~ (MIE How the Rover Boys Won the Gane URRY up, Dick!” called a brown - eyed, curly - haired youth of nineteen as he grabbed up a football and ran out onto the field. “I'm coming,” replied Dick, seriously. “Where is Sam?” “Here I am,” said Sam, “and that was Tom who spoke first, who is a brown-haired, curly-eyed youth of nineteen, and full of mischief. We are the three Rover Boys, and we have just returned from an exciting summer chasing gorillas in Africa, as related in ‘The Rover Boys in Search of Foot- ball Material.” “Hooray for the Rover Boys!” called the stands in unison. “Hooray !" echoed the team. “You are in the nick of tim plained the coach, Mr. Strong. “We have one minute left to play, and our ancient grid rivals have already rolled up over a hundred points against us.” “Lew Flapp has bet all his money on the opposing team,” whispered Dick. “He is playing a trombone in the col- lege band,” offered Sam. “I wonder what there is in it.” “Air,” said Tom Rover merrily; and every one shouted with laughter. “One - two-three - four!” went the quarterback, calling signals. “Oomp-oomp-oomp-oomp!” went Flapp’s trombone, drowning them out as fast as they were called. AN EASTERNER'S MENTAL PICTURE OF THE “WESTERN CONFERENCE. CHAMPIONSHIP” “Stop!” cried Tom; and rushing pell- mell into the midst of the school mu- sicians, the fun-loving Rover thrust his arm down Flapp's trombone and pulled it inside out, so that the only way he could play it was to get inside. “That quashes the first of your mean tricks, Lew Flapp,” he said. “Hooray for the Rover Boys!” called the stands. On came the opposing team, and Tom Rover had the ball. What should he do? With but a moment's pause, the brave youth turned and ran. In- asmuch as he had already run through three series and nine editions he soon out-distanced his pursuers. Then, as they fell panting behind him, he turned again and loped easily back over their prostrate forms for a touchdown. “Hooray! Hooray !” called every one. “No doubt Sam Rover's steady toc will now pilot the pigskin unerringly through the air for the goal after touchdown,” said Mr. Strong. Sam kicked the ball, when to the astonishment of every one it was seen to halt in mid-air between the posts, and then leap back at him. With but a moment’s pause Tom Rover bit his teeth, climbed up the goal-posts and tore loose a large piece of chicken-wire which Lew Flapp had fastened there. “Some day that sneak will go too far,” he said. “Three cheers for the Rover Boys!” called the Oak Hall devotees, knowing that the game was won. The cheers were given with a will; and the contents of that will, and how it affected the fortunes not only of the Rover Boys but also of their missing step-uncle being held captive in Bo- livia, will be related in the next volume of this series entitled: “The Rover Boys in the Subway; or, How Tom Got Lost in a Turnstile Gate.” And here let us say Good-by. Corey Ford. Physiology EACHER: Here, you young scoun- drel! my chair? Bricnt Puri: I was just showin’ the class how nerve impulses are sent to the human brain. Why did you put this pin in ANY a word spoken in jest doesn’t get a laugh from the first-nighters.