“Ski police!” they repeated, amused. “Fine—but who’ll organize ’em?”
“I will!” Bill volunteered, in a jocular mood now that the excitement was over, “and all the assistance I want from you fellows is to arrange for another snow like this one so we’ll have something to work on!”
THE PENALTY BOX
“There’s no use talking, if you want to win you’ve got to know all the tricks of the game.”
Hoyt Dale, Parker High’s sturdy left defense man, had been after his team mates all season. They were more in the mood to listen to him now, since they had just gone down to a stinging 5 to 2 defeat at the hands of Brinkman Prep.
“This makes three straight losses,” snapped Hoyt, “and we’re going to drop the big game with Hallstead as sure as shooting, unless...!”
“Unless what?” demanded Rudie Antrim, who played the other defense position.
“Unless you guys learn how to give as well as take!” Hoyt finished, defiantly. “Every team that plays us roughs us into the boards and stick handles us all over the ice. They get away with murder because Coach has never taught you fellows how to take care of yourselves. Why, where I used to play...!”
“You were brought up on dirty hockey!” accused Rudie, his face flushing. “We don’t play that kind of hockey here. We’d rather lose than...!”
“Oh, yes?” cut in Hoyt, bitingly. “That’s the trouble with this school. You’ve always had the idea that hockey’s a parlor game when it’s really one of the most rugged sports there is. It can be rough without being dirty ... but you birds can’t rough it because you don’t know how!”