THURSDAY, APRIL 1, 1943 iiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniinniifiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii BETWEEN THE LINES iiniiimiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiimmmimiiHniiiimimimiiimiiumiiiiiiUjiiiiiitiuiniiitiiiiiiitiiHimtiiniim - All is peaceful and chummy around the big red barn with only a tew casualties reported lately—mostly among the assistant managers who are trying like mad to make out. What wp can’t figure out, though, is why they’re trying so hard to get up in the big leagues. After all, a couple of more months and they’ll all be making a fuss— nothing drastic, understand—but they won’t be trying so hard to see who can do the most sweeping up around the barracks. There are rtimors afoot, nothing really delinite, but some of the big beys Have been figuring out who the most likely prospects are fot the Fall pigskin session. The Hig has been having a few night-, btafos about ft. all..but with games scheduled with Princeton, Harvard, Cornell, and Skiwash Slate Teachers' College, he should have no trouble finding a winning combination. Practice will start in a few weeks in preparation for the grueling season. You’re wondering who’s going to be left for the team? Don’t worry about it. The men may all be gone, but there will still be plenty Of rugged coeds left. Already the Codets, who have been in training ai! Winter in the Armory, are getting in condition out on the drill held. With a few Cadettes, phys edders, and home eccers thrown in, the team ought to be in pretty good shape. That’s what the spectators around the drill field have been saying, anyhow. And they should know. With -Spring sporis getting underway in great style, fraternity and independent men alike are keyed to a high pitch over the pros pects of intra-murals. From the grueling workouts some of the boys have been giving their elbows during the last few months, there ought to be some really sharp competition in the IM marble league. Grouped in clusters around the campus, they can be heard bickering vocifer ously trading aggies| There seems to be a trend this season toward -the pink and baby blue shades. With the first games scheduled for hex! week, the Campus Cops are already getting in condition to quiet the mobs who, as in former years, are sure to flock to the games. Your reporter hasn’t been to marfy of the workouts yet, and it’s a tittle too eariy to give many predictions, but if some of the big shots are as good at shooting them as they are at some things, IM marbles this year ought to be really peachy. People Kaye been wondering what'll happen to the tennis team this Summer. As if anything' really magnanimous ever happened to it. Why worry, though? It's been done before, and it can happen again—' hack in the dim past, there Was once a coed on the men's tennis team. SojWhy not get back in the groove with an all .coed outfit. They'd prbhably still make out better than some of the former records show. Now that the phys. ed. school has-gotten straightened out about a few things like HOTC and stuff, there’s another matter that could stand a little working on. Besides it, other movements have been silly, -and uncalled for. This is what- is really lacking around this Campus, what has kept men and-women alike from being physically perfect, and what has reduced morale to a mere shadow of its former self. What we’re talking about is having an outdoor swimming pool , located on the campus. According fo authoritative figures from the FHA. if every student would donate one tile for the pool, there'd be an awful lot of files lying around, and there still wouldn't be anything to swim in. Get some of . the phys. ed. students to dig-a Hole, though, and it wouldn't be long before, with a few typical Niltariy. Valley drizzles, we'd have a place to dabble our tootsie in the Summer days. Having spoken to the guys in charge of grounds and buildings, there seem to be lots of places that they’re just dying'to have a swimming pool put. Three sug gestions seemed practical to your reporter—the middle of Beaver Field (with a movable cover , for football season), Holmes Field, and Old Main front lawn. The last seems best, for during sandwich hours hotdogs can grab a coke, jump in the pool, and slowly set tlee to the bottom. They can get a legitimate excuse for cutting the following class. .lf.it seems a bit impractical to have every student donate a tile to the cause, why not make a swimming, pool the class gift. It certainly would be more, appre ciated,. more used, and more furi than the other prosaic suggestions which have emitted from the gray matter of the big shots. To some of the more-conserva tive ‘people around here, this plan may sound drastic, but we be lieve in it, and we’ll fight for' it. ‘Ya Just Gotta Go’— Davis . Shame on you bad boys. Look .how often the good Dr. Aft' DaviS has asked yoiTde housed: -frat_. fellows * to, ; register/, "at'SU- office so ; that .the! college'; .can send jrour parents all-yopr., ■ below "'g'raicies' (arid stuff.*' Y<Su.. 'just haven’t paid a bit of.atteh :tion to him, and he’s- mad; -;'J i if you go. -and register right now, he’ll’let you swing three times instead of four, on the parallel bars. Be good children ’and get the ... up there and register. By ICKEY SLATZ, From Winter Headquarters Army-Navy - (Continued from Page One) total reaches -50, the mental .test for the Corps will be given on campus the end of next week or the beginning of the week of April 12. ' If not, the group must go to Harrisburg for the exam. Those who pass will, be sent to Olm stead Field, Middletown, Pa., for their physical. . Further informa tion will be released later. ERC Transfers ERC men earmarked for the Navy, Marine Corps, and Coast Guard'must have all their papers, including birth certificates and three letters of recommendation, prepared for presentation -at their physical exams, to be given in Old Main . Tuesday,. Wednesday, and Thursday. Have You Seen ... punk THE DAILY COLLEGIAN Lacrosse, Baseball Men Look Prim Lacrosse Prospects Seem Warm for April By FLO LEVINSON You didn’t really think that this was going to be the usual type of Lacrosse story, did you? How could the feeble attempts of the weaker sex to write sports copy, bear any resemblance, how ever faint, to the type of stuff knocked off by our illustrious sports reporters? No, little La-1 crosse fans, this is strictly from j the woman’s point of view—or from hunger, depending on the mood you’re in. What really interests us, isn’t the trials and tribulations of the stickmen as they try in vain to keep from being harmed—even permanently pul out or the pic ture. No, we of the fatalistic school believe that if death is in evitable, why not face it 'looking fashionable. It’s ridiculous to ward it off with unappealing looking hose guards, masks, and other articles guaranteed to make I even the prettiest look like men 1 from Mars —or worse. This season, according to report issued by the smartly gowned Lacrosse manager, will he noted for fashionable attire rather than crooked playing. Tom Mitchell, usually rather conservative, is planning to knock all spectators dead with—no, not a Lacrosse stick—a new outfit that he’s been dreaming up all Winter. It’s a smooth, off-the shoulder, clear-out-of-this-world costume. To add to his sex ap peal, his leather padding will be slightly torn—allowing a little of his shoulder to peep through. Gutt Wals is planning to mod el a smart pink affair, bottomed off with pasty white shorts—short enough to make even the most hardened coeds whistle with ap proval. Why shouldn’t he show his pretty legs? If the boys are still in condi tion, after their usual indian style war-whooping, knocking each other about as if they were sorority sisters, and general rough-housing, they will be en tertained ■at a tea to he given by the Lion’s Paw Club. Faloon Begs- (Continued from Page One) ity. After hours of grilling, -the Rube looked a bit embarrassed, then smiled the smile known to everyone on campus. “Aw shecks, I like the way the stamps taste,” he whispered. Further questioning revealed that 'the lad’s favorite flavor is vanilla and that he saved the va nilla stamps till last. “And now I’m afraid I won’t get to lick them at all,” Faloon said as his lower lip drooped toward, his 'chin. The. National Red Cross Drive ends today, but Faloon said in his best never-say-die voice that the campus campaign will continue until Saturday, when Dry Dock announces its contribution, in the hope -of reaching its five grand total and covering the Axis. PLANK Big Handsome Bordo To Flip-Flop Info Snood By LORETTE SCHWARTZ The famous gymnastic team Will put on the largest exhibition of their career tonight. The area from Old Main to Senior Walk will be roped off for the spectators. | Biggest feature of the evening will he the Gym Three, winners of the All-College Somersault League and Intercollegiate Body Roll. Beginning at 7 o’clock Rollo Small, Flippo Bordo, and Dippo Teti will be seen doing hand springs, peanut rolling, and play ing hopscotch. The greatest stunt of the world, never witnessed before, is Flippo Bordo doing a swan dive from the tower into a snood (three-cornered shawl). The team has been keeping in shape playing marbles to keep their fingers nimble and listening to Bach to soothe their nerves. The greatest help they have received so far is through the aid of WRA. The boys have been practicing their calisthenics with the girls of Mac Hall from 9 to 9:30 every evening. Track Team Enjoys Sun; Practice Consists of Peculiar Gyrations We read, in small print, that track was one of Penn State’s major sports, so we took a little jaunt down to the track to look in on an afternoon’s practice. The potential track stars, dress ed in a type of grey pajamas which they call sweat suits, were busy taking queer reducing exercises. In the middle of the -field we spied Coach Ray Conger, wearing ( white ducks and a grey sweat shirt. He was giving prders to as sistant manager Charley Zinck, but we imagined that if Charley had 'been dressed as the rest he would not have had to run around waiting on everyone. Gerry Karver, looking very cute with his brush haircut, kept trot ting around the track endlessly, seeming to be going nowhere in particular. Johnny Diebler, Curt Stone, Cliff St. Clair, Don Harris, Candy Williams, and Jack Forman were also wearing out their track shoes. In another comer ol' the field we saw Boh Booth and Dick Staf fer trying very hard to jump over a har which it would have been easier ,to walk under. Milt Stem ■bler was attempting the same thing, but he had to have a pole to help him. Saul Hanin seemed to be having ■a lot of trouble throwing a little PLUNK? ooooooa By PEGGIE WEAVER ENGINEERS. . . Statistics show that one out of every three has writing ability. Here’s a chance to display yours. The Penn State Engineer now has openings on its editorial staff. Articles will be assign ed in the Penn State Engineer editorial office, Room 1, Armory, on Monday, March 22, at 7 p. m. Opportunity for a $lO.OO prize will be explained. Positions on the other staffs will also be filled at that time. * BedenkeesToo, Too Divine, Says Coed By SY ROSENBERG (feminine gender) “We've got a great .teams," says Baseball Coach Bedenk. “We’ve got a great team,” say all the players. “We’ve got a great team,” says an innocent bystander. And, despite what will happen to future sports on this campus when distant bugles call our last 4-F, the group that was - throwing balls around yesterday looked darn pretty nice. There’s Sigma Chi’s man, Cap tain Thomas, affectionately dabbed “Whitey” by the fellows. Whitey’s a swell guy, too, and if it can be done, you could almost say that he inherited his baseball technique. His mother, a ball-fan through and I through, managed her own team I for 25 years in Brooklyn. His dad ;is also a fan. Whitey’s got five j blond sisters, too, fellows. So get I out to that field, and learn the Whitey plays “papa" to a “neat" team, rooters. There's “Oggie" Martella, Oggie short l'or Oriental; "Jakic" Flowers, “Goatlegs" Suth erland, look at them yourself if you don’t believe it; “Chuck” Mac- Farland, “Sluefoot” Bowers, ’cause he shuffles: “Stoneface” Stover, he never cracks a smile but oh thay kids! he’s pitcher No. 1 to all thfe “boys.” Then there’s Honus Yount, and that’s Honus for that up and coming player, Honus Wagner. Yount, or Honus, says it’s quite an. honor to be named after such a promising hoy, but Coach Joey Be denk gave it all away, sorry Honus,-. when he explained that Honus was Honus, this is getting monotonous, only because he had gams similar to that of the novice (and in case you’re mystified, chin up, his, both his, are bow legs). And then there’s the skeptical player, frosh by name of Hal Grif fiths, who said he didn’t care what we said about him, just so he got a writeup. You picked the wrong issue for it, Bud, but at least we know someone gets their poper every morning “before breakfast.” So as the strains of “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” become dimmer and dimmer, we slowly remove this from the Remington third from the end and light out of town before people who were very helpful to a “green” sports writer , come hunting her or worse harbor a growing dislike for all column ; ists in the future. “I surrender,” , with deepest apologies to a “thweet , coach and kids,” I remain a fugi : tive from White Hall. round ball, about 1 the same size as a tennis ball, a few feet. Saul, being very versatile, then began hurling a small plate resembling a phonograph record. . We understand that this proced ure goes on every afternoon front 3 to 5 p.m. Exercise and sun are good for anyone, but we are afraid they are a little off the track. PAGE THRES
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