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m t®' k\ ■ mf-.: Ei.v-t, wm - - - ; V ’"Ml THURSDAY, APRIL 25, 1957 STAGE FRIGHT. PITCHER By F. L Rowley Tj'ROM the shelter of the Eagles' dugout Bob Miller nervously scanned the crowded stands. The knowledge that most of these fans had come to see their new pitcher in action made him weak. This was his first game in the big league—he had to make a show ing or it might be his last. “Let’s get going, Skinny!” cut In a gruff voice. “Warming up won't help you any, but ifs one at die rules. Oh well, we can’t win 'em alL’* Bob sprang from the dugout as If a whip had flicked him. He didn't look back to see who was needling him—he knew. It was the Eagles’ big catcher, Bull Mason. Bob found himself wonder ing what he had done to incur Bull’s dislike. “Sure hope your sad little curve is working today. Skinny,” said Bull as be tossed a ban in Bob’s direction. “These Hawks will knock your ‘nothing-ball’ clear out of sight. You won’t find any friends at the plate this afternoon.’’ “Or behind it!” spat Bob. When the game started he was mad clean through. He steamed each pitch into BuU as if he was trying to knock the burly catcher’s head off. After retiring the side on fifteen pitches he stalked toward the dugout. The Eagles’ manager, Artie Drew, was waiting for him. “And just what do you think you’re doing, Mr. Fireball?’’ screamed Artie. “Do you realize that this is the first inning, that it’s early in the season, and that you have only one right arm?” “Too fast?” Bob asked meekly. Artie walked away and Bull covered a wide grin with both hands. Bob clenched his fists and turned his back on the big guy. He only hoped he could control his temper for eight more innings. Bull kept after him until the seventh. Bob’s curve was break ing cleanly now, but there was never so much as a grunt of en couragement from the big catcher. The fact that the Eagles had given him a five run cushion helped lit tle; if he were to blow up the re sponsibility for losing the game would be his. Those eyes in the stands continued to stare, vul ture-like, waiting for him to weak en. Bull waddled out to the mound, grumbling as usual. “That last one wasn’t too hot. Skinny,” he warned. “Get with it! Owens is up next. Last time you fanned him with a lucky pitch. Keep ’em low and on the inside—if you know how!” Bull came up behind him. “Want me to signal for a relief man, Skinny?” Bob spun around. “Because of one bad pitch? Get back behind the plate and hang onto them—if you can!” There was a glint in Bull’s eye as he obeyed. Bob was thoroughly aroused. He had never thrown so hard in his life. A few minutes later he real ized that he. had won his first game in the big league. As he reached the dugout u huge hand tugged at his sleeve. “Still mad at me?” asked Bull with a grin. “Forget it,” said Bob. “We won didn’t we? If you don’t like me that’s your business.” Bull looked around to make sure no one else was listening, then confided: “When I saw you look ing at the stands before the game I knew you had stage fright.” “Stage fright?” “Sure. I was scared stiff too on my first day in the majors. There’s only one cure for it: get good and mad. Judging from the way my hand feels you were as mad as a guy can get without busting. You and «ne should win a lot of games, Skinny.” He was holding out his hand and Bob grasped it. 1856 tel 1956 COLLEGE Best Wishes NEWBERRY COLLEGE during your 100th Anniversary Observance and in the years to come. ; : > The Bowers-Floyd Insurance Agencies 1107 BOYCE STREET NEWBERRY, S. C. WE SALUTE - - y 1856^^1956 COLLEGE During the observance of her One Hundredth Anni versary. CLARENCE T. SUMMER, Inc. GROCERIES 1207 BOYCE STREET TELEPHONE 110 'yfxg —— - , WORLD OUTDOORS ■s5l A LMOST since time began the ■ world has been inhabited by fishermen. Even before man ap peared on the scene fish were a valuable menu item for numerous species of birds and animals. Man himself became a fisherman oi necessity, in his ever-incessant search for food. The patience of a modem angler would probably in no way compare to that of the first fisherman. He caught fish with his hands, wait ing patiently beside some pool or stream until a lazy, unsuspecting fish swam close enough to be grabbed firmly or scooped quick ly onto the dry land. Later, some quick-thinking fish erman thought of the idea of using a spear. A poor marksman, who got tired of losing spear after spear, probably added the idea of attaching a vine to the spear so that it could be rescued—and in this fashion perhaps was the har poon suggested. The Egyptians are believed to be the first to take to line fishing, most likely using strong vines to which some object was attached as bait to lure the fish. As there were no hooks in those days, the angler waited until the fish had completely swallowed the bait, them pulled in both vine and fish. The Egyptians later invented crude hooks of bone and as years went by fishermen made their hooks of ivory, bronze, iron and finally steel. Even with strong hooks, fish still managed to get away, so someone in our more modem age came up with the idea of putting a reverse barb on the hook to prevent the fish from slip ping off. It helped, but strangely enough, we’re still hearing tall stories about the big one that got away. For some unexplainable reason, the fish that got away is always the biggest in the pond and every fisherman hopes somedav to catch test Being Human 3 THOUGHTS >1 FRIEDA /5 A UTTLS MAMA&BR meu IT ■ Wifc/v II • 1 CCPMBS TcP tAOHBV! ...VOTLZT&rACE \r/ Man aged to get Hd >of ev/ery one of my pay checks for* 20 years / REV. ROBERT H. HARPER RESURRECTION Tolstoy wrote a bock about a high-bom young Russian who be trayed the sweetheart of his child hood. But there came an awaken ing to him and henceforth he strove to save a broken woman condemned to Siberia and dedi cated his life to the poor of Rus sia. And Tolstoy called the book Resurrection. And resurrection it was in the life of the man of whom the story tells. To make a black heart white is resurrection. Such is the blessed case when a lecherous man of a thousand sins becomes a Christian gentleman through faith in the risen Lord. It was resurrection that made the Scarlet Letter of Hawthorne's story at last to shine on a field sable no longer as the brand of shame but as the em blem of honor and love. So, while we may rejoice in the hope of the after life and of re union beyond the grave, when we shall see “those angel facet smile, which we have loved long since and lost awhile, ,r the prime fact of the Easter mom is resur rection from sin. Thus, while men come from every quarter before the great white throne, without the shackles of sense, the grandest spectacle will be that of the redeemed, who have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb, joining in his 'praise, led by the four and twenty elders, casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea. ' r-v ; <• THE NEWBERRY SUN .t; • ■' \ i 1 A Picture of Progress vv"* i a <1 m - <• . . .7.-: .. +S wm ' iH mm Si ■ti-S • : •M ; Wk New Men** Dormitory The new Men’s Dormitory on the College Campus is indicative of the growth of a fine institution, dedicat- ed to Service, through its Religious and Cultural pro- grams, to Church, Commnnity and State. > 7 ,4 The South Carolina National Bank, another rapid ly growing institution, dedicated to serving the Bank ing needs of the people of this Community and State, extends its Sincerest Congratulations to Newberry College during the celebration of its One Hundredth Anniversary. 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