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And with Sparks
They’ll set the world on fire.
So here's to the Hartridge Varsity team.
But no sooner were we feeling a little grander and more impor tant than usual when the teachers gave out with a little ditty explaining just what they were, and reminding us that they enjoyed our Saturday company. We finished off the evening with much joviality and more cheerful songs.
We zipped through the basketball season with zest, ending it with the Mother-Teacher and Father-Daughter basketball games. There was a large attendance at these games, and many in the audience were in volved in the spectacular plays. In fact, there was no border line to the basketball court; it was bounded merely by rows of feet. The teach ers—desiring our attention, as always—staged an act that would have pleased the Red Cross. Miss Shreve, taking a free shot, forgot her glasses, and the ball, blindly hurled, struck Miss Whiteside on the head. Whereupon she fell to the floor unconscious. Miss Wells, who
is always prepared, took charge and partly revived Miss Whiteside with a tire pump. Miss Whiteside was then removed carefully from the court and treated for shock. The game went on, and the score was a proud victory for the teachers, 13-12.
In spite of the brilliant playing of the teachers and mothers, the Father-Daughter game held more thrills. The fathers, so the daughters found out, could crawl, climb, leap, and pass far better than they. It seems that those fathers had perfected a trick of sprawling innocently on the floor while they tripped several unsuspecting daughters, and then bouncing out of the muddle with the ball. They were very coy, notably Mr. Elmer, who had, at one time, three daughters that were not his piled awkwardly around him. Alas! Our youthful fathers are embarrassingly young. They defeated us, 19-16. Our one consolation is—were they stiff the day after!!
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