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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 2, 1923)
Local High School Teams Look for a Big Fooball Year Central, South and Commerce I to Have Many Vets, While Creighton Will Have Prac tically a New Squad. - t Omaha's place In Nebraska’s high school gridiron limelight, having been brightened but faintly since 1919 when Omaha Commerce was runner up to Cambridge alone for Cornhus ker honors, has once more ascended - to Its proper place and gleams bright ly for the coming football season. The quartet of local high institu tions seem to be highly elated over the prospects for the coming months and Central, Creighton, South and Tech have much promise of repeat ing the Purple and White stunt of last season by pulling through their respective schedules undefeated by Ne braska elevens. The letter men re maining to start grid practice seem to outnumber the graduates in all four cases and after a bit of season s' ing the vets should be developed into irresistible eleven man combinations which can bring the symbolic cham pionship silks to the metropolis. Central is the last local high school aggregation to cop the Missouri Val ley honors which the hilltoppers did In 1916 for the second successive year. Strong .Teams on Schedule. Tech and Central meet nearly the same teams on the grid card while the Prepsters' and Packers' slate in cludes several smaller schools. Lin coln, present state champs: Beatrice, Sioux City, Council Bluffs, and Kear ney are the strongest teams appear ing on the pubzlic school' schedules and several of the l||g games are to be played on local fields. Coach Drummond of Tech will start hla final mentorship at the Bookkeep ers’ practice field early this month with eight vets, all of whom are line men. Coach White who has recently returned from Coach Knute Rockne’s achool at Notre \ Dame will assist Drummond In overturning the bar rier of developing an entirely new - backfleld. w Among the Maroon moleskin per former* who return to sohool are Captain-elect Swanson, Zust, Jlolm, Pierce, Powell, Doran and Short. Front these and the long list of re serve* the two mentors expect to start the athletio year at the new school with smashing results. Selgren and Swenson seem to be the best bets for the pilot post on Tech's coming squad, while Winston, Nelson, Thompson and Brailey have promise of developing Into fast backs. Lucas and O’Berg,, reservp linemen, may cause the vets some worry m retaining their positions, while numer ous newcomers ehould make strong bids for places on the machine. Coach Schmidt of the Purple and White, which was dropped from the bunting winning by a technicality last season, will start regular work outs about September 10. Look for Another Big Yaer. With a wealth of material and five of the best "sod kickers" In the state, the leather oval points toward large scores with an entire backfield except a pilot and two linemen of traditional mention returning. Captain Blue Howell, Perdval, Marrow, Thomas and Lawson have already enrolled for uniforms, while Hall, all-state guard, -•foes not expect to remain In school. ^ Eight of the undefeated Nebraska 11 graduated, but the Purple mentors have several finds In Davidson, Smith and Wilson, prep scholars, besides streaming reserves from last season. Gorton, Robertson, Mays, Chakin, Jeffries, Eagan, Clarke, Menford and Turner all seem to add to hilltop showings. Coach Patton of South High will be the first to pry the lid off the Gate City pigskin kettle when he Packers meet Lincoln, September 28, at League park. The southerners have but a half doren veterans to start things off, but according to the Pack ed menor, the old stall of promising material Is real stuff at the Crimson school, and with Sutter, Hoffman, DeVry, Graham, Katsman, Kudavy, Reeves and McDonald from last year's squad, Patton expects to bring South High up among the first raters by 1924. Coach Drennon of the Blua ani White warriors Is the only local men tor whose early report was rather unfavorable. Nine voterans did not graduate, but several of that num ber do not expect to re-enter school, so it Is likely that a nearly new ag gregatlon will need to be rounded Into shape at Crelgfhton with Pilot Mono ghlan, Porter, Garvey, Moylan, Car nsucleus. Detective Trapp Leaves. City Dstsctlre Andy Trapp left last night for Tulsa, Okl., to bring back * B. Btswart to face a charge of tmbaasllng $1,000 from the O. 3. Radi© ©ompany, by which he was em ployed her© last spring. He lived at 1311 Park avenue. TEXAS f.EAGER. Dallas. *; Beaumont, fl Fort Worth, 2; San Antonio, t. Wichita Falls, 3; Houston, 4. • Shreveport, 2; Galveston, 1. Jjom Angeles, Sept. 1.—Frankie McCann, lightweight of Oakland, won a decision ever K d Koeter of New Orleans in a four round bout here las* night. The decision was unpopular witn trie fans. In the semi windup "Wildcat" Willie O’Brien. T.os Angeles.* and Frankie Dean. Kansas City, llgntwelghte, boxed a draw. Xew York—Harry Grcb. Pittsburgh, won the* world s middleweight championship hy winning decision over Johnny Wilson, New York, 16 rounds; Jack Delaney, Bridgeport. Conn . won decision of Jim Darcy, Oregon. 10 rounds Cuddy De Marco, Pittsburgh, won decision over Johnny Coney. New York, six rounds I Lakeview Park I TODAY AT 3, TONIGHT AT 8 S DANCING jl floyd-I lodek Orchestra and Other R Attractions fi Last Times Today and Tomorrow pow wow Q of the Omaha and Winnebago Indiana P TOMORROW NIGHT j? CARNIVAL BALL ■ I Prlxcs—— Favors and Sotivanlre for M Everyone jjl Season closes tomorrow night. This I is your last chance for an avening of I m real ftufc I Victory for WOWS Today Gives 'Em Title Woodmen of World Will Go to St. Louis If They Trim Standard Laundry at Fontenelle. Metropolitan League. DIVISION 1. Fontenelle Park—Woodmen of the World against Standard Laundry. 3:30 p. m. Muny Beach*Murphy-Dld-It« against Nebraska Tires. 3:30 p. m. DIVISION 2. No games scheduled. Gate City League. Muny" Beach—Leavenworth Merchants against DeMolays. 1:30 p. m. Fontenelle Park — Vinton Merchants agiinpt Eatmore Candy Co., 1.30 p.m. Rhrerview Park—Sherman Ave. Merchants against Brown Park Merchants, 3:30. RQVIDING the Wood men of the World are victorious over Eddie D o d ds' Standard Laundry nine In the feature of the amateur curtain dropper card this after noon the lodgemen w;ill win nhe right to represent Oma ha In the Class A division at St. Louis In the an nual Inter-city con tests the latter part of this month. , However, things would not be up set badly to see the Standards trim the Wows, and should such a thing happen and Ike Mahoney’s Murphy Did-Its win from the Nebraska Tires at Muny Beach, the 'buggy-makers*-' and the Woodmen would be knotted for the Metro leadership for the fourth time this season and a final contest would be necessitated to de termine the Class A champ. The feature mix of the afternoon Is slated for Fontenelle at 3:30 with Jimmy Moore being the top-notcher's best bet to take the mound and Ralph Beers, the Standard's choice. Vet Krupskl will be in reserve shduld the Laundrymen "find” Moore, while Re cruit Beninato will take his turn should Beers .prove uneffective. The Doddmen are set on turning the trick as they have done already this sea son, and a sure twirling duel is prom lsed. The Gate City lads will complete their season's card with today's tests and the two Labor day affairs. The outstanding mix of the Class C artists for todayMs booked as the opener of the Metro feature at Fontenelle be tween the Vinton Merchants and the Eatmore Candy Co. Both teams are knotted with the Barker Clothes Shop nine for the Gate City lead and the winner of this afternoon's contest can not be foreseen. The Leavenworth Merchants' test with the De Molays at Muny beach at 1:30 sh.ould come out on the large end of the count, while the Strman Merchants are ex pected to turn in a win over the Brown Park Merchants at Riverview at 3:30. Red Sox Buy Player®. Boston, Sept. 1.—The Boston American league club announced to-, day the purchase of Outfielder J. Jen kins from the Paris (Tenn.) club and of Catcher Adams and Pitcher Ross from the Mayfield (Ky.) club. They will report in the spring. Rough-Hewn Dorothy Canfield | (Continued from Yesterday.) CHAPTER LA'. Neale could not sleep. Of course he could not sleep. Sleep was for fools with nothipg to think about. But Neale> had . . . such things, to think about! She had let hint In. She had let hlrtj In. He stood in the holy of holies and knew that he was welcome. Now he knew the meaning of her look that first evening on the roof. Now he knew why, up there under the ilex trees that morning, her dear eyes had been for an instant wild as it with fright When he drew near. And yet, even before she had let him in, her eyes had softened from fright to quiet trust ns he looked down at her, had softened to that look, her look, which thrust him through and through with lovo for her. He turne4 impatiently back and forth on his bed, seeing, everywhere he looked, those liquid dark eyes, that sweet, sweet mouth, tillMie held his empty arms out longingly in the dark. His desire was like a fireT Ho knew such pain as he had not dreamed of, and he would not, for any price have lost an Instant of that pain. Had he ever said he was an unlighted torch. He was flaming now, to his last fiber. Presently he got up. lighted his candle and dressed. It was impossible to lie still with this fire of life blaz ing fn him. He would be beside him self by dawn, if he had jnot worked some of it off. He let himself out carefully into the corridor, and walked down to her door. There, before It were her shoes, her little, dusty shoes which had brought her back to him. He picked one up and held it in his hand. ,He stroked it like something alive. The dust on it was dear to him. AA'hen he stepped out into the silent, deserted piazza a church' slock struck 2. boomingly. The night air was cool on his cheek. The great, starlit, dusky sky, spacious over his head, was none too large to Jiold the greatness in his heart that night. It filled all space to the last dim, Rhining star. He set off at random, anywhere, not notic.ng where his feet took him. ufi one street and down another—blindly, as he had lived. And yet somehow he ! had round rus goal. The splash of water struck on his ear. He sa\^ In the starlight the dim sheen and sparkle of a fountain— Trevi. He stood still to think of what it reminded him—Madison square and Martha. His heart wcr^ out to Martha as he stood there. He thought of her not with embarrassment, as the woman he had loved before he met Marise. He had not loved her. He thought of Martha tenderly, calmly, w.th deep gratitude. He owed all this to her. She had saved him from the second rate. flingy life he had been sp dingily ready to accept. Se had somehow divined that there must be something else. Something else! Neale was shaken at the thought! Why. now. this instant, if some one struck him down dead as he stood there, he would have lived more, known more of the joy and sacredness of love than after 40 years with Martha. He wished he knew how to pray, so that he could pray that Martha too might know it. And then, with a rush, Martha was gene from his m.nd, and Marise stood there, Marise, looking up at h.rrt with firteous, frightened eyes that softened to trust, to quiet trust. He set off swiftly, swinging his arms and talking«to himself. How could he be worthy of such a trust! He would be worthy of it. By <>od, he would give her a square deal. A square deal such as no other woman ever had! ‘The whole of his heart, his respect, his honor. He would share his life with her loyally, as with an equal ... no hidden thoughts, no half-way openness, no dark corners of compromise, no secret I chambers kept for himself. All the great gates flung open to welcome her into her own home. He flung hla arms wide, and looked up at the stars, which were.beginning faintly to grow dim against the whitening sky. His passion seized on him now and shook him till he was faint vdth it. When it passed for a little he turned back towards the east, towards the Pincian hill where he had so often walked with her, where he had seen her that morning. The shade of the ilex trees was full of her presence to him. He was far from there, half across the city. As If it were a goal he had set himself, he began to hasten, to lengthen his stride, to let out some' of the strength that boiled up In him Ijke a geyser. lie was swinging up the long steps now, the dawn white and clear about him. Here was wherg he had turned that morning and iaw her standing afar off, bright under the black shade, come back lo him! Here was where he had been near enough to see her face, her brows drawn together, the seeking look In her 'eyes. He had always thought Mahlse'steyea seemed to be looking for something. And now he stood on the very spot where she had stood, and he saw again her' eyes soften Into quiet truth. If somehow she might find In him what she was looking for! His heart stood still In awe. He looked out over the sleeping city, its roofs1 and ddhies and towers coming palely Into the new city; and ho saw her dark eyes soften from fright to quiet trust. God! Suppose he had never lived, never known Marlse! Thfe sweat stood out on him at the thought. If she could ... If she could look into his face and find that life had put there what she sought. The sun rose magnificently and cast over all the world a flood of golden light. Neale stood In It, praising and mag nifying God, who had sent him into life. CHAPTER LVI. They were on their way to hear a Palestrina mass In a chapel at St. Peters, and stopped beside one of the great fountains rushing with a leap into the brilliant air and falling in white clouds of spray. "I’ve heard,” said Livingstone, "that if you get at the right angle to the sun you can see a million little rainbows.” They began to walk here and there over the wet, moss-grown paving stones around the base of the foun tain, looking up at the glittering splendor of the upward plunging water, tfelr ears filled with the liquid silver flashing and dripping of Its fall. "Perhaps this isn't the right fountain, with the sun where It is,” suggested Livingstone. He and Eu genia walked off across the wide piazza, towards the other fountain. Neale turned toward Marise She was standing on the other side of the basin, and as he looked at her the wind flung, the huge white veil of spray over her. She stood in Its midst like a novice in her white robes ... or like a bride. Her eyes were lifted to the great plume of the leap ing water. He sprang toward her, crying jealousy: “What do you think of when you look like that?” He raised his voice to drown out the shouting up roar of the water. The wind caught the spray and cast it nway to th* other side. She answer- d him, dreamily: “I was wondering how we could ever know what we hre made for?” The wind shifted and for an instant cast the white veil over them both. Through It he called to her: "I know! I know what I was made for! To love you all the days of my life." The wind whirled nway the spark ling curtain of water. They stood In the quiet golden sunshine. His ears rang In the silence. Had he really at last cried it out to her? Or was it only one more of the thousand times when he had cried It sound lessly to his own heart? Eugenia and Livingstone had come back, were besIfJe them now, between them; car rying them along up the endless steps to the church door. It was like walking in a dream. Neale tried to see Marise's face, but it was hid den by the broad-brimmed droop of her hat. Only the sweet, sweet lines of her lips. ...” No, It could not be that he had spoken. It had been only another of those blinding moments when his heart flung Itself up, shouting, Into the sunshine of her look. They stepped silently into the dusky, Incense-perfumed chapel. Mass had begun. Eugenia and Marise sank to their knees, Livingstone standing on one side, Neale on the other, the crowd pressing thick and close about them. From the choir came a long, sonor ous chant, and then a silence, in which Neale's thoughts, pounding and hammering in his head, were stilled to one great, solemn petition. The priest turned and passed from one side of the altar to the other. He raised his hands over the heads of the kneeling people and chanted the "Pax voblscum." "Et cum spirltu tuo," responded the choir, on three long, sighing notes that brought peace with them. Standing there, upright, looking over the heads of the densely packed crowd, his eyes fixed on the steady yellow flame of the altar candles. Neale felt a touch on his hand. His heart stopped beating. He knew the lightest touch of that hand, as he knew the lightest sound of that voice. He stood motionless, not breathing .. . waiting. He felt Marise slip her hand Into his and hold It fast In a close, cjese clasp. But not so firm as his own on hers. Through the dear flesh of that dear hand he felt hfr pulse beat ing against his own, as If he held her lb his arms. Tha yellow flames of the altar candles flickered and blurred before his eyes. A great "Hosanna!" burst from the choir. Or Was it In his heart? CHAPTER LVII. How suddenly it had ail broken up, Livingstone thought forlornly, their pleasant little quartet of walks and talks. He had the sensation of being left stranded by the ebbing of a tide which had seemed to buoy him up on great depths. With the disappear ance of Miss Mills back to her Paris apartment the very light had gone out of 4ve*ything. Miss Allen never had had the social grace and ease of Miss Mills, and now she ate her meals silently and vanished immediately, and Crittepden. not being a social light on any occasion, was of less than no use in saving the situation. Livingstone was reduced to solitary mornings spent in museums, with a book of art cr.tlcism in his hand; or, on Sunday mornings, when admission was free, on a bench in the park on the Palatine. The benches were very comfortable there, not mere backless slabs of stone, and when you felt like sight seeing you could get up and lean over the wall and look down Into the Forum apd pick out where the different buildings had stood. He stood thus, his hack to the long, cypress-shaded path, trying to lie archeological, Hils guide book open on the wall. Which of the battered rows of stumps of pillars had been the Temple of Vesta and which the Fornix Fahlanus? He heard voices back qf him. To be exact, he hoard Miss Allen's voice back of him. Livingstone was so paralysed by the quality of it that, gentleman though he tried to be to the marrow of his bones, he was for an Instant incapable of stirring and announcing his presence. That, Miss Allen's voice! She sourtded as though she had come into a fortune. Hut <WHAT THE FALL gr WINTER HAS IN STORE ! FOR VOU AT THE SUN THEATRE. - 1 £7/ie$world Ideally Company.operators of tie Sun. | ^Vorld7, Moon. Muse ana opening soon the Empress I Theatre announces the acoixisition of \/il// Wu/i Each one to "be'presented, at the Sun Theatre A for a period, of two weeks or longer. 4 Q^nnounciag the first presentalion ‘ ,o' Two weeks starting i^urt.Sept-16. United Artists presents— < ► ^ D/W.Griffiths -"TheWhite Rose featuring^ xMae Marsh,, Carol Dempster 5 Ivor Novello -D IVGnffithd new leading man: \ Starting 5un.5ept.30tU K.C.Pictures presents — / Mrs.Wallace Reid, (herself) In, Person. . /( v in conjunction with, her photoplay success. ’Human Vrecka^e / U Cast Includes Mrs Wallace Meed, James Kirkwood. Gesste loue,, Molt Me Kim. J "\ Tb be followed, by the Universal Super Jewel presenting- J ■v Mary Philbin u* "Merry Go Round" < \ One of the niyhly screen spectacles with. Mb man Kerry .Maude George & others. OUR POLICY-TUE BEST MOTION PICTURES AVA1L ABLE -RE6ARDL FSS OF TRADE MARK. Thousands of (dollars have been- spent- by certain- Motion* \ I / Picture Companies to popularize their trade mark.. but the / \ J successful Motion Picture Theatres have demonstrated ttye j > V advisability of selecting pictures for their quality alone. " A\ Therefore we shall continue to give our patrons the best of the , A silent drama by securing Cream or Produce" irom- ALL A. Producing Companies. • Sun Master Productions" will be pliotoplays of Quality presented ' on their merits and not cm- trade marks and will be your y guarantee of bigger and better pliotoplays worthy of your // mostriC Ml liim Util till! urn A if /a THERESA PLACE FOR 'IT IN THE SUN:i 6 A WORLD REALTY CO. | S THEATRE, i what under the sun was she saying? "Here, exactly here, is where we stood when you said you were like the puppy, and when you rolled the dusty weight of all those centuries off my shoulders. And now come along. The next place in the pilgrimage is St. John Lateran, where you said, you brutal Prussian, that nothing could Induce you to protect a woman!" "Come, come, this Is eavesdropping. Something must be done!" said Liv ingstone to himself. He shut his guide book with a slam to give them warning and fared about resolutely. But they had paid no attention to his warning. They stood with their backs to him, and, oh! hand in hand like rustics at a county fair. But she had called him a brutal Prussian! And a puppy! “Ahem!" said Mr. Livingstone loud ly, not knowing what else to say. They turned about and saw him, and seemed neither surprised nor ashamed. Miss Allen stepped quickly towards him, smiling and saying: "Oh, Mr. Livingstone, we were meaning to tell you anyhow. . . . Mr. Critten den and I are going to be married." She smiled at him dazzllngly as she y>oke. but Livingstone was not at all sure from the expression of her eyes that she saw him. It crossed his mind that she would have smiled as dazzing ly as that if a lamp post had stood In his place. Married: he rrled, really aghast fdr both of them. That sensitive, im aginative girl tied for life to that un feeling, rough, hard fellow! What on earth did ghe, even fur a moment, see in him? And ns for Crittenden . . . any man with a little money of his own. personable enough to marry advantageously, throwing him self away on a girl without a penny either now or in prospect! To what a wretched, cramped life he wag dooming himself and her . . . back rooms in greasy, third ra4e pensions, never any margin for deceftt clothes. “yes, and we're going to live in Ashley, Vt.” Livingstone sank down on his bench, appalled. Worse than third rate pensions! Worse than the human mind could conceive!" “Oh, no! No! No!" he cried to her as though he were clutching at, her as she sank to ruin. “No! Don't say that! You’v% no Idea . . . my deary young lady, you haven’t the faintest idea what an impossible life that would be. You mustn't cons der it for a moment. Crittenden, you mustn't let her consider it. An Ameri can country village. Good God! You don't know what it is, what the people are!" "Yes, I do, too,” she told him gaily, giving the effect, though she stood quite still, of executing a twirling pirouette of high spirits. "I've lived there. It's really going back home ‘ for both of us.” I "Home! Why, Crittenden certainly ! (old me he'd never been there in his life!” “Oh. pshaw, Livingstone, don't be so heavy-handed and literal. Why wet blanket every imaglnatifre fancy?” said Crittenden, laughing loudly as though some one had jnade a Joke. He might, for the impression he made on Livingstone, have Joined haijds with the girl to dance madly around him in a circle. But this was no laughing matter. This was terrible! Tragic! They had simply lost their heads, both of them, lost their heads and had no idea what they were doing. You could tell that by the wild glitter In their eyes. They were Infatuated, that was it, infatuated. He must try to recall them to their senses. He turned imploringly to the girl. "But ... but . . .but . . ." He was so agitated that he could hot bring out his words. He stopped, drew a long breath and passed his hand over his forehead. Then, very solemnly: "Do you know,” he said to her, warningiy, "do you know that you will probably have te do your own work?” At this, she burst into an inex plicable, foolish shout of laughtert opening her eyes very wide at him and saying, "Appalling!” She looked up at Crittenden, who for his part never took his e'yes an instant from her. How foolishly she talked! How foolishly she laughed! Why, they were acting as eentimentaily as. . . Mr. Xjivingstone could not think of any comparison adequate to their foolishness. They were moving away now. #iod ding good-by to him and smiling at each other. At the top of the dark steps leading down through the Pal ace of the Caesars to the Forum they turned and cast a backward glance at him. who stood stockstill where they had left him. staring after them, dumfounded. Miss Allen looked at him and then came flying back, running, her light dress flut tering. What did she want? What was she going to do, with that shin ing, tremulous, mirthful face? Liv ingstone felt afraid of her. as if. like a swift bolt of summer lightning, she might strike him through and through. What she did w»s to take his face in her two hands and give him a hearty kiss on each cheek. "Dear Mr. Livingstone!" she said (or was it poor"?) Livingstone nad the impression, from the expression of her face, that -he would huve kissed a cabman with equal fervor, and that Critten den would have watched her do It with the same fatuous look he had now. They wept down together into the ' aulted darkness and desolation of the ruined palace. Livingstone, lean ing on the wall high above, saw them emerge together into the Forum and step' off over the ancient flagged pjiving. And still hand In hand! Mr. Livingstone had by this time thought of an adequate comparison. They were ss sentimental as a couple of liogers statuettes! Looking up, they saw him leaning there. They waved their hands and calkd up some laughing greeting to him. But he could not understand what they said, because they were too far away from him. Hand in hand in the fierce, literal brightness of the noonday sun. they .trod their new path over the ancient stones. THE END. Jack Nearly Puts Another Sparring Partner to Sleep Saratoga Springs, N. Y., Sept. 1 — Jack Dempsey came dangerously near knocking out Jack Burke, the ace of his sparring staff, today, saving the aggressive Pittsburgh light heavy weight from the humiliation of stretching full length on the canvas floor of the ring by picking him tip and holding him in a clinch until his dizzy brain cleared. The punching administered to Burke made the third victim for Dempsey in as many days. Jack Me Auliffe, the Detroit heavyweight, was all hut knocked out Thursday. Yes terday Jules Rioux, the big French Oanadian lumberjack, was drsgged unconscious to his corner to be re vived with a splashing of cold water. AVhile boxing McAuliffe Dempsey held his punches in reserve, except in the second round, when he cut loose with jolting left hooka and rights to the Detroiter's head. LABOR DAY CELEBRATiOH y Official Labor Day Picnic Krug Park Monday, September 3 FREE ATTRACTIONS Four High Diving Horses i The greatest array of equine high-diving talent ever assembled will make special dives Labor Day—5 p. m. and 10 p. m. Athletic Contests