SUMMARY OF BASKET
Sport lovers at Salem in this 1931-
32 season have been afforded an un
usual number of interesting contests
because for the the first time in sever
al years there have been four rather
evenly matched teams instead of tvi^o
or three, as in the years when the Sen
iors were “too busy” to get up a team
or one of the other classes had mate
rial too weak to offer much resistance.
The basket ball season has profited
by this situation; there have been a
great many speculations as to who
would win what, with one guess
practically as good as another, up un
til the beginning of the games and
often through the last few minutes of
Good technique has been consist
ently in evidence, a fact which should
compensate for many hours of prac
tice under the skillful direction of
Miss “At.” Although team work
was sadly lacking in several games,
there were beautiful displays of co
operation in the Junior-Senior, the
Sophomore-Freshman, and the Sopho
more-Junior preliminary struggles.
The work of individuals who under
stand the game most thoroughly and
have any number of tricky plays and
much determination of the most posi
tive sort, added many thrilling mo
ments in the process of various games.
We are therefore particularly in
debted to such players as Holleman,
Leake, Pollock, Long, Davis, the
Prestons, Johnson, Mickey, Walker,
Biles, Holderness, and Langley.
Following is the list of preliminary
games and their scores:
Juniors, 37—Seniors, 34.
Sophomores, 39—Seniors, 26.
Freshmen, 40—Seniors, 32.
Sophomores, 29—Juniors, 5.
Juniors, 18—Freshmen, 9.
Sophomores, 39—Seniors, 26.
This is a secret, BUT—
If you want to know a good one
on Mr. Campbell and Miss Read just
take a glance at the beautiful, unique
photograph in the photographer’s
window directly opposite the down
THE BALLY-HOO BATTLE
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Ready timers? Ready scorers?
Ready Capts. ? Time in with the
whistle. It blows! Wienhold gets
the tip, but the ball is recovered by
Rondthaler, that speedy Hoos center
guard, and snapped to Anscombe wro
makes a short pass to Willoughby as
she strolls by on her way toward the
goal. Willoughby places the ball
gingerly on the floor, sits on it, and
soliloquizes, “ ’Tis a moral issue to
delay, but I must take time to be ac-
“Star athletes fail in history but
not in basketball!” screams Anscombe
encouragingly, looking at the medi
tating forward with eyes like two
poached eggs. “Jump up, P. V.
Let’s push on and clinch the game!”
“Substitution,” shouts a piece of
the sideline. Referee Smith echoes
the call. Lawrence, Right Guard,
was, it seems, supposed to guard
against her forward’s sitting down
on the job. When Willoughby sat
down on her job, Lawrence fell down
on her duty. Ha! Ha! Hm—Joke’s
over. H. Rondthaler, adjusting the
becoming Home Ec. headband which
he has just received from Lawrence,
comes in as right guard for the Bal
ly, and the pass work begins. H. and
K. Rondthaler have evidently prac
ticed throwing things at each other
as entertainment for rainy evenings;
at any rate, they certainly can juggle
that ball. The chief difficulty seems
to be that one is a Bally and one a
Leftwich intercepts a long pass
and absent-mindedly hands the ball
across the line to Best. Discovering
her mistake too late, she snarls affa
bly to her team mates, “You should
have had on your headbands—I mean
you! not the Ballys! Never let me
see you without them again!”
Personal foul on Higgins—block
ing—shoot one. Capt. Anscombe
takes the shot. The ball goes over
the backboard and through the win
dow which Foreman has so thought
fully opened for it. The ball is gone ;
the possibility of a game is gone; the
audience is gone, has been gone. It
went en masse twenty minutes ago.
No goals—no scores—no message to
WITH APOLOGIES TO
“Hey you, Mrs. Van Astorbilt,
will you take off the opera cloak and
shoot some goals? Y’ see? Inci
dentally a little practice ain’t gonna
hurt the whole consarn’d bunch of
you, en masse. Why in the name of
common sense do you suppose we’ve
been practicing. Now shoot, you see?
and follow up, follow' up, follow up,
follow up, follow up. Move, you hear.
Who do you think you are, the statue
of liberty set in cement (incidentally,
a few are). Don’t act as if you were
glued in molasses. Pick up your feet
and run, or must I wheel you infants
around in a baby carriage. And inci
dentally, if you’re gonna stand, can’t
you stand on your own feet. Oh . . !
So mamma’s little precious is tired.
You don’t say. Well scram, there
are plenty others better than you who
are itching, to play. All right now,
spring chickens, let’s take off the
brakes and play. You see? Inci
dentally, all of you, en masse, what
do you think this is, a merry-go-
round. It aint! This is basket ball,
and incidentally the people who in
vented it know a darn sight more
why the rules are than you do, and
it doesn’t behoove you to improve
You didn’t know that the Athletic
Association (bless ’em) had Guy
Lombardo here tonight for the special
benefit of Dean Vardell, did you?
Dear me, where is the poor man? 1
don’t see him—he must have driven
off in a strange car with another un
Speaking of athletics—about one-
third of the school seems to be skat
ing merrily tovyard the Faster holi
days. Anyway, the girls won’t have
to u’alk home any more!
leave with you, dear boys and girls
of the radio audience, except that.
the tie (0-0) will be played off some
afternoon between faculty tea at 4:30
and the Regular Monthly Meeting of
the Faculty immediately following
that tea. Come to prove to your
own satisfaction that I haven’t made
a true statement tonight.