THURSDAY, APRIL 1, 1943
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- 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 -
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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 ...
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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-
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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?
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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.
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