THOSE BLACK, BLACK HILLS
The Colorado School of Mines basketball team boarded a bus at Golden, Colo. the other day and traveled 424 miles to play Black Hills Teachers College at Spearfish, S. Dak., 190 miles northwest of Wounded Knee and 107 miles south of Camp Crook. Once inside the Black Hills gym, the Colorado team started getting in trouble with the referees. At the end of regulation time, the 10 Orediggers had been socked with 40 personal fouls (out of 50 possible), but the game was tied 56-56. At the end of the first five-minute overtime Black Hills and CSM were still tied 62-62; at the end of the second overtime period the teams were deadlocked at 66-66. Midway through the third overtime the referees called another foul, and CSM finished that period with four men, but still held matters to 70-70. In the fourth overtime period the referees whistled two more CSM players out of the game, and for the final two minutes two CSM players played against five from Black Hills. Final score: Black Hills 80, CSM 79.
The United States Military Academy recently fired its head football coach, Dale Hall. The reason was simple: under Hall, Army couldn't beat Navy. To old generals and young lieutenants, beating Navy is terribly important. The old generals have not yet named a successor but they have made their position clear. Young coaches who lose to Navy never die, but they sure fade away.
THE MEAT HUNTERS
The ways of some hunters are wondrous strange, and not merely in the New World. We learn of the existence in Austria of the Vienna Central Cemetery shooting club, a group of sportsmen devoted to potting hares, pheasants and partridges in—you guessed it—the Central Cemetery of Vienna. Sighting happily over the graves of Brahms, Beethoven, Gluck, Schubert, Strauss and other departed dignitaries, club members have been known to knock off as many as 50 hares a day.
From Switzerland comes even more discouraging news of the annual Lake Constance Belchen battle. The Belchen is an inedible, unsporting moor hen that can be killed by a half-witted child. The brave Belchen hunters slither through the reeds of the lake and into the roosting areas. There they wait until sunup—legal hunting time. But the first shots always ring out five minutes before legal time, fired by naturalists trying to frighten the birds to safety. Canvasbacks and mallards, no dullards, swarm into the air and out of range. But the dim-witted Belchen hang around their roosts, there to be shot, clubbed and throttled, while the naturalists race home to write letters to the editor.
THE PRIZE IS RIGHT
The Bathurst Turf Club of New South Wales has come up with a new wrinkle in prizes for Thoroughbred horse racing. It has announced that the lucky lady horse who wins the club's race for fillies and mares on February 24 will be treated to a free stud service by Tulloch, the Australian horse who won $247,776 in stakes before his recent retirement. Such individual attention from Tulloch usually costs $1,180.
Gordon Bourke, secretary of the club, explained: "We needed a gimmick and decided to offer something a bit different from the usual run of prizes." We can't think of a better gimmick at the moment, though we do feel it had better be confined to racing.
THE HEART OF THE MATTER
The consensus of preseason basketball polls was that Wake Forest should finish this season as the nation's third best team, behind Ohio State and Cincinnati. The season had hardly begun when Wake Forest had a chance to elevate itself one notch further by defeating Ohio State. But Ohio State clobbered them. Then Wake Forest traveled to Gainesville, Fla. to play the University of Florida, which promptly won an upset 71-65 victory. The Wake Forest student body studied the matter and decided that Coach Bones McKinney was doing an excellent job. So they hanged the team in effigy.
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