SCRANTON'S "OPEN-HOUSE" DAY
Saturday opened with a promise of fair weather, and thousands of
anxious hearts beat high with satisfaction when this important fact
became manifest.
Before the morning was half over many strangers were noticed in town,
having taken the day off in order to attend the wonderful meet, of
which so much had been said. Every boy in Scranton was wild-eyed,
and on the run most of the time, trying to be here, there, and in
half, a dozen places at once, if such a were possible.
Indeed, there was so much going on it reminded some people of the
famous circus that visited the town two years back, with three separate
rings, and something taking place in each at the same time; so that
the spectators hardly knew how to take it all in and keep from being
cross-eyed.
Out at the athletic grounds there were crowds gathered. Men were
working at the fence, while another gang, under the orders of Mr.
Leonard, carefully put in place such paraphernalia as would be needed
in carrying out the programme. Even big pole had been well greased
for the climbing match; while the hurdles for the obstacle race where
ready to be placed in position at the proper time; and a thousand and
one other matters engaged the attention of the physical director, who
as probably the most industrious man in seven counties that Saturday A.M.
Nor was that all. Some of the would-be contestants, not wholly
satisfied with their record for proficiency, and wishing to key
themselves up top-notch speed against the now near hour of trial,
were on the ground, and in their working togs. Here a bunch galloped
swiftly around the cinder path, with one of their number holding the
watch on them to ascertain what time they made. Further along several
other fellows were jumping with might and main, and showing either
jubilation or deep chagrin as they found themselves able to do a
shade better than ever before, or else going backward in their scoring.
Indeed, that was going to be a red-letter day in the lives of all
Scranton's young people. They begrudged the passing minutes, because
their period of enjoyment would be shortened just so much with the
loss of every sixty seconds.
When Hugh came on the grounds, after his trip to Hackensack, and seeing
the hermit of the quarry once more safely lodged in the bosom of his
delighted family, he had only one regret. This was the fact that
poor K.K., whose heart had been so set on carrying the colors of
Scranton High to victory in the Marathon race, should be debarred
from participating in the same by a cruel fate.
As for himself Hugh was not quite so certain as before that he could
accomplish such a thing as getting over those fifteen miles ahead of
all competitors. What he had gone through with on the preceding day,
coupled with his night journey, and only partial rest, after getting
in bed at a late hour, had sapped some of his energy.
But Hugh's grit and determination were just as strong as ever, and
he meant to do his level best. If he fell down, why, there were
"Just" Smith, and Horatio Juggins, as well as two other Scranton
fellows, any one of whom might be the winner. So long as the prize
fell to a Scranton High boy, it mattered little who carried off the
honors, Hugh felt.
Noon came at last.
Everything was now ready for the opening of the athletic tournament.
Chief Wambold kept watch and ward over the grounds, assisted by his
entire force of uniformed men. He evidently did not intend that
any boy, with a mind that turned to practical joking, should have
a chance to exercise his evil propensities unchecked. Should such
a thing be attempted the joker would find himself up against a snag
immediately; and, as those posters announced, he was going to be
harshly dealt with up to the "extreme penalty of the law."
There were hundreds of people on the grounds at noon, which was a
pretty good marker for the tense crowds that would soon be heading
that way from every point of the compass. Most of these "early
birds" were, of course, out-of-town folks, farmers' families that
had come in, to market, perhaps, and they stayed over to see the
great show, because everybody living for many miles round Scranton
had heard about the meet, and and what a wonderful sight it would
be, well worth going miles to gaze upon. These thrifty and sensible
folks had, in many cases, brought their lunch along with them.
Perhaps they disliked the idea of eating in small restaurants, such
as Scranton, like most towns, boasted; but, no doubt, the main thing
was economy in these times of scanty cash and inflated war prices.
It was well worth watching when they started to open their packages,
and spread out the contents on the ground or, as might be, on the
benches here they had taken up their positions the better to see
what went on. And really it would have made any boy's mouth water
to note the immense quantities of home-made pies, doughnuts, fried
chicken, and all such good things as were displayed in those farmer's
wives lunch packets. At least there must be no sign of hard times
when the family went on a picnic, or any other sort of pleasure jaunt.
By then the crowds began to assemble in earnest. Town people, fearing
a crush, hastened to leave home with the lunch dishes unwashed, and
look for places to sit during the long afternoon. Along the roads
every type of car, wagon, carriage, and other styles of equipages
began to be seen, all heading toward the center of interest, which
was the town of Scranton.
Hundreds came from Allandale; indeed, it might be safe to even say
thousands, for in every direction could be seen the colors of Allandale
High, just as though each enthusiastic boy and girl had rounded up all
their relatives and friends, and induced them to make it a point to
travel to the neighboring borough, there to shout and shriek, and in
other ways lend encouragement to each Allandale aspirant for athletic
honors wherever they showed up.
Belleville, too, must look very much like the "Deserted Village" on
this particular afternoon; and, if the amount of business done
depended on the few who had remained at home, her merchants would have
to stay up until midnight in order to equal their customary Saturday
sales.
At half-past twelve the throng had become so dense that Chief Wambold
and his men were compelled to enlist the services of a number of willing
volunteers who, temporarily decorated with a silver shield, were
vested with the authority of regular officers, in order to keep
avenues open, and prevent the throng from breaking through the ropes
upon the limited field where the athletes expected to compete.
So far as attendance was concerned there was no longer the least doubt
but that the meet would prove an abounding success; the rest remained
to be proven. But the gathering athletes who began appear in little
knots, coming from the dressing rooms of the building, seemed full of
confidence, and answered the loud salutes of a myriad friends in the
crowd with reassuring nods, and gestures calculated to buoy up their
hopes.
The programme would be varied. First would me several short sprints
between the best runners of hundred-yard distances in the county.
These were sure to key up the spectators by their thrilling intensity,
as is always the case. Following fast upon these there would be
hammer-throw, and the toss of the discus. Then the programme called
for other athletic exhibitions along line that would lend variety, and
enhance the interest, as the different schools struggled for supremacy
in the arena provided, spurred on to do their utmost by ringing cheers,
and the dearly beloved class songs.
Everybody worth mentioning in Scranton would be there, from Dr. Carmack,
the supervising head of the county schools, as well as principal of
Scranton High, down the line to the Directors of the Games, the town
council, the mayors of the three boroughs, and a whole host of
notables besides.
And how the fond eyes of father and mother would follow the movements
of John, or Edward, or Philip, as though he might be the only young
athlete worth watching in all that animated scene. If he won, they
had always known he did not have an equal in his specialty; and should
he be so unlucky as to come in at the heels of the pack, why, it was
easy to be seen that he had not been given a square deal by some of
the rival runners, who persisted in getting in his way, and were
probably leagued together to prevent him from carrying off the prize.
But no matter, he would always be a hero in the eyes of those who
loved him, though he might not decorate the family mantel at home
with the prizes he aspired to win.
Hugh had kept fairly quiet after returning from Hackensack, and seeing
the hermit once more safe in the charge of his folks. He knew that
he must conserve his strength for the great undertaking that
confronted him that afternoon. Those who had entered for the
long-distance race would not be allowed, of course, to participate
in any other event; that had been laid down as law by Mr. Leonard
when they entered their names on the list of candidates. They must
simply stand around and watch what was going on until the time came
for staging the Marathon; when they could take their place in the long
string that would await the pistol shot intended to start them on the
telling grind.
Horatio and "Just" Smith were on deck, looking fit and eager. Then,
too, there was Nick Lang, with a grin on his heavy face every time he
glanced toward the other three fellows. It was getting on, and some
of the earlier events had already been carried through, amidst great
roars of applause as the different prizes went, this one to an
Allandale fellow, another to a boy wearing the Belleville High colors;
and three in succession to local lads.
"I don't exactly like the way that Nick Lang keeps on laughing to
himself every time he looks over in this direction," Horatio was
saying to the other two.
"I've noticed the same thing," spoke up "Just" Smith; "and it makes
me wonder if the tricky fellow hasn't got some slick game up his
sleeve, as usual, looking to giving the rest of us trouble. You
notice, don't you, boys, that, look as you will, you can't see anything
of either that Tip Slavin, or Leon Disney. Now, when fellows who are
as fond of outdoor sports as those two have always been, keep shy
when such a great event as this meet is being pulled off, there must
be a pretty good reason."
"They may be somewhere in the crowd," Hugh went on to say, "because
it'd be impossible for any single yellow to identify all that are in
that solid heaving yelling mass of people. Nick believes he has a
fair chance of leading the pack, and that makes him feel happy. I
heard him say only yesterday that the one fellow he was afraid of in
our whole bunch was K.K.; and now that accident has eliminated him,
why, naturally, Nick feels more confidence. In imagination he's
already receiving the grand Marathon prize, and hearing the crowds
yelling themselves hoarse."
"Well," snorted Horatio, gritting his teeth in a way he had when
aroused, "if that's what pleases Nick he's got another guess coming;
for three of us are also in the game; and he's got to do some mighty
tall sprinting in that last half-mile if he expects to win out.
Then there are a lot of other fellows in the run who may give him
a pain. But, according to the programme, our race comes next after
this pole vaulting contest; so, boys, we'd better be moving around,
and getting our place in line, according to our several numbers."