Monday, January 21, 1963
SNOWY'S FROST
AWE LOC *-
The Nittaily Narrator
By Dave Craley, Nittany Cub Sports Editor
The Old Coaching Great from Pennsylvania State, colorful
Snowy Simpson, brought his Nittany Lion basketball freshmen into
the Erie Hall Fieldhouse Saturday afternoon and then proceeded to
direct them in a performance that left most of the fans shaking
their heads in awe. The gnarled old codger made his second appear
ance on the Behrend Court an even more spectacular display than
was his first. Last year a tall,
lanky State contingent humbled
the locals by forty points but ap
peared a bit awkward in the
process. This trip, however, the
polished Blue and White skipped
to a demoralizing fifty-six
,point
victory, 111 to 55
Although the Freshmen put
six men into double figures 'for
the glory of old State.' it was an
Alabama boy who occasioned
most of the head shaking. Tall,
lithe Carver Clinton from Selma,
Alabama, led all scorers with
twenty-four points. But his big
gest burst of glory came when,
shortly after being called for a
technical for what the officials
later explained as "popping off."
he romped toward the Behrend
goal, leaped into the air, and
dunked the ball with both hands.
Clinton, Ray Saunders, and Jack
Reed led the University with
twenty-plus points apiece. Jim
Golembeski topped Behrend with
eighteen and Big Walt Pierce
added another twelve.
Once More With Feeling
Wednesday night at Ashta-
bula's Kent State Center the Nit-
tanies dropped a close game to
the Ohioians, 74-67. Trailing by
ten points throughout most of
the game, Behrend rallied in the
final two minutes to pull to with-
in three with seconds remaining
But then 'Bula cashed in on two
one-and-one chances and iced
the game
"The Hand s" Golembeski
scored thirty-five points that
night, twenty-three of them from
the foul line. Time and again he
was fouled under the basket as
he tried .to put his celebrated
hands to use. The Kent State
battle cry seemed to be "once
more with feeling!" Sam Heller's
fourteen and Bob Vicander's
eight added to the Nittany at
tack.
ANTICLIMAX
In reality the game Saturday
was an anticlimax to the Nittany
Cubs' big weekend. Friday night
in Erie Hall a team from Pitts
burgh's new junior college, Point
Park, trampled the locals, 71-43,
and all but eliminated Behdend's
dream of a championship finish
the Penn Junior College league,
western section. The loss dropped
Coach Gallagher's crew out of
first place and made Point Park
the team to beat. Altoona holds
down second and Behrend is
The Cub's essential number
two man, `Smilin' Sam Heller,
uncorks a jumper against the
polished Penn State Frosh.
Sam's disposition fluctuated a bit
Saturday afternoon, however,
when the Downstaters romped to
a 111 to 55 mastery of our Nit
tany Cubs. But despite Saturday's
unfortunate but wholly anticipat
ed defeat, Sam has been one of
the instigators of the fine league
showing of Behrend's best basket
ball squad ever. Sam is second
only to 'Big Jim' in total points
scored as the Cubs near the half
, way point of the season. His best
night to date was against Johns
town when he pumped in ninteen
points. Four games later at Ash
tabula he added fourteen. Sam's
as accomplished a ball player on
on the court as he is good-natured
off. Next year's team will miss
his consistency and leadership.
third. For Behrend to make the
playoffs this year, she would
have to upset Pittsburgh on the
Pioneer's court February second
or, at the very least, defeat an
up and down Altoona team on
the local hardwoods the next
Saturday.
Although Sam Heller's goal
started the Cubs to a 5-0 lead at
the outset of the Point Park
game, the Pioneers recovered
I quickly, raced to a 30-17 half
! time lead, then coasted to the
win. After a slow start, Jim Go
lernbeski netted twenty-four points
to top all scorers and settle his.
per-game average at 23.6, the
second highest of all north- -
eastern United States junior col
lege scorers. Bob Vicander totaled
seven for Behrend.
Regroup Forces
Friday night Jamestown Com
munity College visas Erie Hall to
be followed by Dußois Campus
the next day. The Cubs, -now 3-5
overall, will try to regroup- forces
and start another win skein. But
Saturday's rout was demoralizing
enough to ruin anyone's season.
Even Snowy Simpson had to ad
mit the shooting of perhaps the
best Penn State Frosh squad of
all time was fantastic. "I've never
seen them like tills—not even in
practice," he chuckled. And as
the ball swished through the nets
time and again without even
touching the rim, the Penn State
cry arose: "If you hit the rim,
you lose your scholarship!"
THE NIT TANY CUB
GetMeToTheChurch
James Gallagher Doolittle got married the other day.
The location of the rehabilitation was in Endicottshire in the
southern section of York County.
But the hours before that hallowed event witnessed one of the
most fantastic escapades recorded since Lowell Thomas returned
from the Black Sands of Karakorum. And only through outstanding
perseverance was this phenomenon chronicled at all. But in the news
writing business one acquires a sixth sense for this sort of thing and
many clues of the preceding fortnight indicated that something ir
rational was about to take place.
Mr. James G., therefore, was observed: unwaveringly and suspic
iously by a reporter frequently and properly instructed in the delicate
art of espionage.
"Not too long ago it was seventy days and now it's only seven!"
was an incriminating declaration of the defendent just a short while
before this bizarre affair took place. And a bit of a while later, a
personage was overheard to ask him: "Just about four days now,
isn't it?" Immediately and forebodingly the reply shot back: "Three
days, two hours. fifteen minutes . . . and twenty-five seconds!"
At that time the patient's condition was diagnosed as 'critical'
and a bit of morphine would have assisted immeasurably. His eyes
were quite obviously glassy and a slight twitch of the cheek served
as a major danger sign. The fingers of the right hand continued to
drum on a basketball under the left arm while his teeth worked away
ar the lower lip.
For the next two days he became progressively worse. He rarely
appeared in public but kept himself locked in his little office most
of the time. On the one chance we did get to peek through a crack
in the door. the sight I saw was truly pitiful. He was hunched up
in the chair in front of his desk. His eyes had rube red circles around
them and his teeth were chattering. In front of him on the desk were
several volumes of books in which he was intensely engrossed. Peering
harder, I managed to read the titles of some of them: Discourse on
the Freedom of Man; How Properly to Wear An Apron; Hen-pecked
Husbands; Lux Lovely Hands; and Clythemnestra Strikes Again! It
was a Pitiful sight.
That evening this reporter followed the poor chap as he left for
home—and his last night of freedom. Actually, it was a question for
a while whether or not he would get that last free night: he drove
on the wrong side of the road for three miles!
As we neared Perry Plaza, from the distance came the familiar
chimes of Big Ben. But strangely this night the Old Clock sounded
nostalgically like one of those tunes from a musical play I once saw.
And the effect on "Coach" (heretofore he shall be referred to as such,
a tag placed on the fellow by his cronies), was astonishing! Ha
stopped his vehicle and jumped out. A complete transformation had
taken hold of him. All the signs of battle fatigue had completely dis
appeared, and he seemed to be a chap resigned to his lot—but zest
fully so! A pretty young damsel was walking down the street—at
tending to her own affairs, mind you—when the Coach addressed her
with a leer—yes, I believe a leer it 'twas: "There's drinks and girls
all over London—and I've got to track them down in just a few more
hours!"
Well, mind you chap, did that young lady let out a shreak! And
off down the street she went with the Coach on her heels and singing
at the top of his voice:
I'm gettin' married in the morning!
Ding, dong the bells are gonna' chime!
Girls come and kiss me.
Show how'll you'll miss me,
But get me to the church on time!
A short while later I chanced upon this possessed fellow again.
He was in . . . well, to tell the truth . . . he was in a pub. And mind
you was he having a blarney of a time!
I've got to be there in the morning!
Spruced up and looking in me prime!
Pull out the stopper,
Let's 'ave a whopper,
But get me to the church on time!
This went on long into the night, it did! And about two o'clock
in the morning the Coach, having already mutually possessed every
body with his zesty charm and terribly witty verses, led—of all things
—a conga line up and down Picadilly Square.
The hours stretched on and I must have dozed off momentarily
because when I awoke, the Coach was gone. A few quick inquiries
sent me off toward the middle of the city, however, and once again
I found the Coach—still possessed and still, shall we say, carousing?
To my astonishment, he was prancing around in a circle—right in
the middle of the perry Square water fountain!
Kick up a rumpus!
But don't lose the compass!
Get me to the church -- on time.
From here the Coach skipped across the Park to the huge flag
pole and began to climb it! •
Feather and tar me!
Call out the army!
But get me to the church on time!
As you may well imagine, half of the village was by now congre
gating in the park. And soon the police arrived on the scene. But
the Coach clung majestically to the top of the pole and continued
with gusto:
If I am flying—then shoot me down!
If I am wooing—get on out of town!
_Quite sensibly, the fire department came to the aid of the police
and in a very short while, the Coach was being helped down a giant
suspension ladder to where the more unostentatious members of so
ciety awaited his arrival. But the Coach didn't care:
Drug me or jail me!
Bond me and bail me!
But get me to the church on time!
Down the main thoroughfare raced the squad car with its siren
screaming at a fearful pitch and the fire department's hook and
ladder speeding along behind. But even above all the clamor and
turmoil, one could hear a strong baritone whooping and bellowing:
By Clyde
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no experience among our heavier
'weight"..3". In the Lion's two
matches over the vacation, the
lightweights won 7 of 8 , bouts in
which they competed. Leading the
lightweights are Denny Slattery
and Bob Haney wrestling at 123
and 130 pounds respectively. Lat
est returns showed the matmen's
record at 1-2.
Another sport gaining
!mentum at th: , _3 time of the year
is track. Under the able leader
ship of Ccach John Lucas the
Nittanies have concluded part of
their season with the completion
of the cross country team finals.
Distance runner Howie Deardoff
continued fcr the fourth year in
a row as the Lions top harrier.
Deardoff finished third at the
IC4A run while State finished
ninth in the tournament. In the
twenty-fourth annual NCAA fi
nals Penn State finished tv, , elth
as Deardoff carried the mail
home in eighth position. Other
State harriers include Lionel
Bassett. Dick Lampman, and Ted
Inswiller.
Perhaps the strongest of State's
winter sports is gymnastics.
"Coach Gene Wettstone takes a
prospect, blends together his ath
letic assets and inevitably seems
James Gallagher Doolittle.
"There's drinks and girls all
over London and I've got to
track them down in just a few
more hours."
to come up with a typical final
product that helps to 'safeguard
State's reputation as one of the
top gymnastics squads in the sa
tion", states The Daily Collegian.
A nucleus of 'seven lettermen,
along with a group of promising
sophomores will provide Wett
stone with a more than adequate
reserve corps. The schedule be
gins on January 18 against
Springfield and continues until:
March against such teams as
Temple, Navy, Army and Pitt.
Last but not least among the
winter sports is the rifle team.
Last year in its third season in
varsity competition, the team
completed an excellent season
with ten victories and three de
feats. Head Coach Joe Watson.
looks forward to another season
with twelve lettermen returning.
The are headed by Charles Nagel
who placed ninth nationally last
year. Thus far they are 2-0, de
feating Duquesne and Lehigh.
With such a plentiful amount
of sports activities on tap, die
hard football fans can only hope
that one of these teams meet the
Gators of Florida. How sweet it
would be!!