12 Sports Aces, January 1943 — page 76: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

‘ 74 12 SPORTS ACES © Ore Soe Sor Gee Gee Mer Dre eos Ose Ger Ger Gee Gee Ger Gor Ger Grr Ger Gor Gor Gere Bee Deo Sor Gs From the tail of his eye he saw Stymie coming im from behind, and he put on the last notch of speed. It was up to Tiger Colaggi to stop him now. Tiger dived. Neatly, gracefully, Hips pivoted. From a reclining berth on the turf, Tiger watched Hips gallop over the stripe for a marker! The game was hardly under way, and it was Midwest 6—Tyler 0. . The kick for the extra point was wide, but Tyler’s demoralization already seemed complete. Tyler went strictly on the de- fensive, kicking out every time the least danger threatened. It wasn’t the kind of ball to win games, but it was the kind to hold Midwest from running wild. Ty- ler wasn’t taking any more chances with slippery Hips Eberle! ‘The gun ended the half with Midwest still on top by the same score of 6-0, but the score didn’t indicate how one-sided the fracas really was. Luckily, Tyler had been able to tighten up every time Mid- west threatened the goal. Midwest had run up an amazing total of yards gained and first downs. What chance did Tyler have as long as Hips Eberle was in there?. And then a seeming miracle “took” Hips out of the game! Coach King was pacing the loeker room, trying to put a little offensive fight into his boys when Jiggs, the pigskin mentor’s newspaper- man brother, rushed into the room. Jiggs was older than brother Hap, but he had the same freckled, blond countenance. He waved a wet photographic print in one hand. & “Hap!” he shouted. “Take a look at this!” Coach King took the print, looked at it, then up at his brother. “I don’t get it,” he said. “What is this?” “Take another look,” insisted news- hawk Jiggs. “It’s a shot that Pixie, our photographer, just took. That’s not Hips Eberle out there in the game. Boy, is this a scoop! Hips is in the stands, watch- ing, where we took this picture.” “Are you sure?” said King doubtfully. “It certainly does look like Hips’ pic- ture, but—” “It’s Hips’ brother—his younger brother who’s out there subbing for him. A green soph named Morgan Eberle. All it says on the program is M. Eberle. That covers both Morgan and Mike, the guy we call Hips. I got the story direct from Hips when I saw this picture of Pixie’s. Hips is in the Air Corps. Just signed up. He’s on his fur- lough now, and he didn’t want to risk in- jury by any more playing—at least in an unimportant game like this!” ING turned from his brother to his team. His blue eyes glowed. “Get that, fellas? He’s in the stands watchin’ because he didn’t want to take any chances against a bunch of jerks like us!! Are we gonna take that? He thinks we’re too un- important to bether with!” Shouts of, “No, we won’t take it!” echoed in the metallic confines of the locker room. King turned on the pepper and made the boys fighting mad. They were ready to rip Midwest limb from limb by the time they trooped out to the field for the second half. Randy trailed them, but he stopped long enough for a glimpse of the shot that Pixie had taken of Hips Eberte. When he took his position on the scrub bench, he waited grimly to see what the “rejuvenated” Tylers would do. And he knew it was important that they do some- thing, for coming out to the field Randy had noticed the same Northern scouts who had viewed the game the week be- fore—again on hand in a down-front box. Randy looked dewn to where the Tyler team was lining up, against the back- drop of the blacked-out windows of the college powerhouse closing off the end of the horseshoe stands. And a prayer was in his heart. Hips had werried the Tyler eleven. They had- admitted as much to King back in that sweaty room under the stands. Now, with Hips off their minds, they unleashed their own offensive un- afraid. But almost as fast as a march down the field got under way it bogged down. Mid- west had a way of knifing through the line to snag their men. And then, with Gomichbooks (E)