A Word of Encouragement
To have someone formerly from the old home town bust in on you when in a strange clime to offer a word of encouragement is a grand and glorious feeling, saying nothing of the inspiration if one happens to be in that certain place on business bent, and the success of which hinges on competitive competition. It's a better tonic than a letter from home. It happened that several weeks ago the Bethlehem Steel booters were in Boston for the purpose of winning the American Cup competition which carries with it the Lewis trophy. Naturally the home town fans were partial to the home town club and not a word of encouragement for the invaders. There were no handshakes or the usual cordial greetings for the Bostonians turned out to see the Hubmen successfully defend the crown they had won twice. The Bethlehem players were stripping and donning their uniforms getting ready for action when suddenly the door of the dressing room opened and in bounced James Muir, former superintendent of the Bethlehem schools "Just dropped over from Quincy to see the game," was "Jim's" initial greeting and what he said afterward is best left to one of the players to describe.
Talked and Said Something
The former Bethlehem school superintendent did not confine his visit exclusively to handshaking and the usual exchange of greetings. Rather, he spoke to the soccer players as he probably never before had spoken to a group of students and when he spoke he said plenty. He told the players what they were in Boston for and what victory meat back home. He stressed civic pride as a goal at state and a whole lot more. "Gee, what a talk! Short but to the point and when he was through the boys were fit to be tied," remarked one of the players referring to the occasion in the club house the other day. These words of encouragement, coming rather unexpectedly, for "Jim" was the last one expected to invade the dressing room of the Bethlehem team, were indelibly inscribed in the mind of every player when he took the field and were reflected in the playing of every man in that important contest. Mr. Muir is located at Quincy, Mass., where he enjoys an office similar to the one he held in this city.