8 ACORN Our Basket Ball Team We've had a grand Basket Ball season. These verses will tell you the reason. We've come out in force, And we've yelled ourselves hoarse, To be absent from games was high treason. Now, I think my rhyme first should approach Ben Harker, our Athletic Coach. He's a jolly good fellow, With no streaks of yellow. His work is beyond all reproach. Our Basket Ball Captain, Clyde Clark, Among star players has made his mark. He runs up the score And we all feel quite sure He could make a field goal in the dark. We have a right forward named Call; They never can guard him at all. He makes baskets galore, It's a change in the score, In our favor, when he gets the ball. Our left forward, too, Ole Ingles, In fights for the ball always mingles. Plays the game from the start, He does more than his part, And we cheer him, while every nerve tingles. "Shorty Roberts is there with the rest. His playing is half the contest. Goes all over the hall Sometimes sits on the ball, His guard work is always the best. And Watson, so steady and true, Always seems to know just what to do. He watches so close His opponent soon knows That the baskets he'll make will be few. ACORN 9 The substitutes, Lindsay-McKay, Have worked hard for the W. A. On the sidelines they've stood, But they always made good, If they ever were called on to play. Now Weber lost out, it would seem, State championship proved but a dream. We were unfairly treated, Not really defeated, So we're proud of our Basket Ball team. S. P. '11 An Incident An old man sat in the doorway of a cabin. His chin rested on his hand and there was a far-away look in his eyes. Another, a younger man, half reclined on the low door-step. He seemed to be very ill at ease. Presently the latter said, "You see we are not asking you to relinquish your claims on the mine, not even to sell it. All we ask is permission to work it, and if you refuse that, we shall use the law. We know you have no papers and we can prove it." "I know I ain't got no papers. Nobody never disputed my right before, but the mine belongs to me. I ain't done nothin' on it for a long time, but just the same it's mine," replied the other in a trembling voice. "That will have to be proven," remarked the young man. "But where did you get your claim?" "Not knowing that this was a subject which should not be discussed with a stranger, the old man took up the conversation. "It was in '76. This country 'round here wasn't then what it is now an' Reburg wasn't nothin' but a cluster of a dozen cabins an' a store. I hadn't been here very long when one day ridin' up the gulch I stopped by the very stream that runs there now, and stood by those two big pines. You can see them from here, a-towering like giant guards over all the others. The water was clear as crystal an' looking down into it I saw something which afterwards proved to be gold. I traced it an' after locatin' the mine changed the channel of the stream. "I knew I had a rich find, but in them days it wasn't safe to say much 'cause Mexican Jim an' his gang was in these parts an' no miner was safe, 'specially if it was known that he had made a find.