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H.U.C. Calendar
1941-1942
September
23—Freshman Week is in full bloom
with placement tests, confer
ences, the get-acquainted party,
and a gigantic picnic. Gosh,
what fun! (and what eats!)
October
Tribunal meets every Friday
this month. The maliciously in
nocent are being severely prose-
cuted.
31—What a peach of a Hallowe’en
Party. Those little devils from
H.U.C. had a “hot” time down
below.
November
11—Attorney Puhak gives an inspir
ing talk on this, the last peace
time Armistice Day.
21—Combination assembly and open
house tonight. But, why the
sermon on dangerous beverages
for this bunch of tee-totalers??
25—The Thanksgiving Dance is a
great success with the aid of
Junior McGuire’s orchestra.
December
19- —I’m so sore I can’t sit down to
tell you much about our first
skating party.
25—Merry Christmas! Coming to
the alumni All-College Dance to
night? George Summerson’s or
chestra will supply the swing and
sway.
January
18—Final exams this week. No sleep,
no time, no joke!
21—Short vacation between semes
ters. We need the rest!
February
6—The Second Stadnik Skating
Party. Swell fun, but it hurts!
14—Great time at the Valentine
Dance. Strong punch, too.
19—Millionaires for a night at the
Wild-West Party. The boxing
match between Gregory and
Harris was won by Vitabile, the
referee, as far as we could see.
March
2—Third skating party tonight.
Bruises upon bruises, but still
fun!
12—Hell Week begins for fraternity
pledges. I can still see those
crazy fellows parading Broad
Street in pajamas, but they
rated a banquet after it was all
over.
20 It’s Activities Night at the Y. M.
C. A. Sophs hammer Frosh at
basketball. Bowling, pool, swim
ming, and other games also fea-
tured. Those swimmin’ wimmin’
really were a sight for sore eyes.
27 —Chem club sponsors back-to-the
farm movement with the inva
sion of the Yost homestead at
Sugarloaf. And that party
weren’t hay!
SPORTS EBULLIENCE
This column was given space in the
paper to review the sport activities of
the Center. Oh, so you think it’s a
waste of valuable space, because you
remember them all. All right, Smarty,
what was the name of Wilkes-Barre’s
water bo;y ? What happened to the
score book? Who made the first and
final baskets of the game against the
Freeland Y.M.C.A. at Freeland ? Who
is the best tiddly-winks player ? If
you can’t answer these questions, you
should not trust your memory for the
most important events. Let us help
you recall some of them.
We all know that we had a basket
ball team. Ask any of our opponents
and they’ll tell you that we had a
team that never stopped trying. With
“Smokey” McNelis and Sid Klemow
as co-leaders the team came through
with five wins in twelve attempts. Two
of those five wins were over Pottsville.
Remember how our boys beat them
on their own court and earned a trip
to the Campus ? Our team was really
red hot that night. It was Jack ‘“Red”
Mulhall who came through when he
was needed. Before the season closed
the team lost to the freshman team of
Bloomsburg State Teacher’s College
and to the at the Campus.
On the whole the season can be called
a success. Much of this success story
is due to the efforts of our coach, Hen
Reed, the reserves, the faculty, and
the students who cheered and en
couraged the team. Because of the
war our team did not play Altoona
and Dubois. All the boys were disap
pointed, but they had their feelings
soothed somewhat when they received
their awards at the Smoker. They
certainly deserved them.
Next to basketball in popularity is
ping-pong. If you have ever been in
the game room and have seen the
scramble for the paddle of the de
feated player you know how popular
ping-pong is. From eight to five each
day someone is playing ping-pong.
The person who seems to have derived
the most from all this playing is Sid
10—Gosh, I’m still dizzy from all
those cigars we had at the
smoker tonight. Mr. Watson’s
speech on our part in the war
was very inspiring.
11-—Mothers’ Tea today. Teacher
tells mama about us; mama tells
papa; papa gives us heck. Heck!
17 —Phi Delta Phi banquet at the
Stine’s. Great fun but it’s get-
ting late. Let’s pick up Ted and
go home.
24—Chem Club gives great show,
“Wild Bill Rides Again.”
May
B—Seventh8 —Seventh Annual Dinner Dance.
How about the last dance?
HAZLETON COLLEGIAN
Klemow, for he reigns as “Champ”
for the second year. If you do not
become as good as Sid, you should
no.t give up. To get the benefits of
ping-pong, or any other sport, you do
not have to be the best. But remember
that the best gets the most out of a
sport.
Two new sports made their debut
at the Center this year. The first of
these was boxing. Every Tuesday
night the future challengers of Joe
Louis learned and practised how to
throw a left hook, how to block a jab,
and other fine points of boxing. Al
though the boys had no match, they
had a lot of fun learning how to give
each other black eyes. What fun!
Why didn’t they box against other
clubs ? The boxing clubs of this region
probably heard of “Shipwreck” Vita
ble, “Snorter” Gilbert and “Crusher”
Gregory, and they promptly went into
hibernation. The other new club was
the handball team. These boys also
practised on Tuesday nights at the Y.
M. C. A. The team played several
matches, but they were too modest to
tell us the outcomes. These two new
sports proved to be worth while for
the students who are not interested
in basketball. For this reason they
should be cotinued in the future.
You probably didn’t think that there
were so many sport activities at the
Center, did you? Well, those aren’t
the only sports. There are two more,
football and softball. A football team
was organized, tout it had no equip
ment. 'However, this was no handicap.
The boys played their games anyway
and won. Some of them still have
bruises to prove that they played.
Softball is another sport that did not
have an opportunity to take much of
the time of the students. Because our
semester was shortened, the boys did
not have much time to play softball.
When the first game was scheduled,
it snowed. It wasn’t until two weeks
before the end of school that the first
game was played. If there was more
time there would have probably been
many more games.
That concludes the list of the chief
sport events and activities at the Cen
ter. But did you ever think who was
responsible for all these activities?
Who scheduled the basketball games ?
Who checks that the basketball play
ers are in bed by ten o’clock? There
is probably only one person who could
do this and teach chemistry besides.
That is Dr. Kieft. Without “Doc’s”
help and co-operation sports would
not mean so much to the Center stu
dents. Thanks, Doc, for all you have
done. We wish you all the possible
success in your new position. When
you become Athletic Manager for
Bucknell, don’t forget to put H.U.C.
on your schedule. Well, that’s it!
WE LOVE OUR
PROFS
They’re always telling us that profs
are human guys. Let’s strip off the
academic crust and have a look.
What do our Center sages do in
their spare time? Exclaims Mr. Isen
beng, “What spare time? Are you
kidding?” But anyway, they get to
gether once a month to eat and play.
At most of the covered-dish socials
some half-dozen anti-social men spoil
the plans of the good mixers by
going off, preferably to another
room, to play pinochle. Quote, Mr.
Isenberg, “I’ll never play again.”
The rest of the party-goers get along
as best they may with bridge and
games. The last social, though, was
one to end all socials. Games were
the order of the evening—especially
games of identification. What Center
husbands didn’t know their own
wives’ fair limbs? Mrs, Kieft and
Mrs. Thorpe were chagrined to find
that their husbands were not con
noisseurs.
P. S.—Our “art” instructor did all
right! Mr. Thorpe was not so hot at
kisses either. He swore up and down
that Dr. Kieft’s delicate embrace
was none other than Mrs. Thorpe’s.
However, there were extenuating cir
cumstances—Mr. Thorpe was blind
folded.
Everyone has “off moments.” Doc
Mcllvaine tried to cure a turtle’s
ailments by storing it in the refriger
ator, and Mrs. Mac almost served it
up with the salad. Miss Saby, as
sleepy as usual at eight oclock, tried
valiantly to take over a class that
wasn’t hers. Mr. Brentin once de
clared that he ditched a girl because
she didn’t read the newspapers, and
he didn’t mean Supermap. Our fair
secretary hasn’t let him forget it
since. The Taylors and the “Isen
bergs” spent one quarter of an hour
barging around late one nigh on a
thick living-room rug trying to gen
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June, 1942