ACORN The Staff Literary Department Editor-in-Chief R .LEE PURRINGTON, '14 Associate Editor EVA CRAGUN, '14 INA POULTER, ' 14 Literary Editors LE ROY LEISHMAN, '15 VERA TRACY, '14 ROXEY ROBSON, '14 LLOYD MILLAR, '14 Athletics MALCOLM WATSON, '11 GOLD A ENGSTROM, '15 Exchange Editors RETA ENSIGN, '15 Alumni ROSELLA PERRIN, '08 Artist CLARK BARLOW, '16 Reporters ORA ENGSTROM, '14. JENNIEB CAMPBELL, '15. GLADYS PETERSON, '16. BRYANT FURNISS, '17. Business & Department Manager IRVIN POULTER, '14 Assistant FIELDING BARLOW, '14 Assistant HARVEY TAYLOR, '14 Assistant VENICE JONES, '15 Assistant BRYANT FURNISS, '17 LITERARY "As the Twig is Bent" "Strike One!" Tom Weston, the plucky second baseman of the Harris High School team, smiled as the ball shot past him, but gripped his bat with renewed determination, as this was his last chance at bat; the ninth inning and one man already out. Facing him in the box for Briggs Academy was his brother Gus, who was equally determined to end the inning and the game by striking him out. Tom and Gus were orphans, their parents having been killed in a railroad accident a few years before. The two boys had been left sufficient money for a High School education, but Gus had chosen to go to Briggs because he wanted to play football, and often spoke boastingly of the games he had played. Harris High took but little part in Athletics, but this year had placed a strong baseball team in the field, which was now playing the championship game with Briggs. A prize scholarship at Billings College had been offered by a philanthropic citizen of the town for the best all-round player in this game. Tom and Gus, each captain of his team, entered the game with a determination to play his best to win this chance for a college education. Neither side scored until, in the fifth inning, an error by Tom, let in a run. A throw was made to him at second base to cut off a runner stealing. As he neared the base, the Briggs man went in with a long slide, and both players disappeared in a cloud of dust, but the umpire called: "You're out!" Tom arose slowly. There seemed to be a conflict going on in his mind, but a decision was quickly reached and he stepped forward and said: "No, Air. Umpire, the man is safe. I dropped the ball." Great were the protests that arose when the Umpire, who was forced to reverse his decision, called the man safe, and he was scored a moment later on a clean hit. Black looks were cast at Tom by his