Shooting The Basket
By V. F. HARRISON
Coach French has an adept helper
for the first period gym class in Gene
Chambers, Rice institute student.
Chambers is working towards the
coaching degree offered at the institute and is acquiring his number of
hours as instructor by helping Coach
French. Chambers is a senior at Rice
and is well versed in the coaching of
all sports, having lettered in track,
basketball, and football during his
freshman year and in track and football during his sophomore and junior
Junior college should be proud to
have in their midst a WHAT-A-MAN
by the name of Lee Stone, diminutive
freshman. Stone tips the scales at 138
pounds and is 5 feet 6 inches tall. Besides being a contender for the freshman basketball team, Stone is a football player of note, playing the quarterback position, a tennis player, winning honors at San Jacinto, and a
swimmer of no mean ability.
Among other aspirants for the
freshman team are Malcolm Pech, San
Jacinto football letterman and member
of the basketball squad. Pech has
plenty of fight ,loves the game, and
shows up best at the forward post.
George Gayle, letterman from Sam
Houston High, is also bidding for a
place on the "frosh" quintet. Gayle
handles the ball exceptionally well and
won his letter at guard. Jeff Davis is
represented in a big way by Allen
Weed, a rangy lad who lettered in
track by heaving the shotput and
played on the Davis five. Weed has
lots of class at the center position.
Around three lettermen Coach
French has the task of molding a winning cage team. The returning letter-
men are Fred Aebi, Harry Matthews,
and Bob Branham. Aebi is a fast
stepping forward with a mean eye for
the basket. In the years gone by Aebi
lettered with the Y. M. C. A. Triangles. Bob Branham, another veteran, is THE basketball player. Holding down the center post, Branham
turned in many fine performances and
will be a mainstay on the team this
year. Harry D. Matthews is the other
man that coach is pinning his hopes
on. Matthews is at his best on the
offensive and plays bang-up ball all
the time. Harold Renfro and Leroy
Dailey are a pair of nifty cagers that
are. due to shine. Both have had past
experience, Renfro playing with South
Park Junior College and Dailey a
member of last year's squad.
As yet the response to the announcement of basketball practice has not
been so gratifying but with a little
time Coach French should have a capacity squad to choose from. Approximately 15 players have reported for
each team and among these much
ability and enthusiasm has been
shown. All students interested in
trying out for the team should see
For the students who are prone to
take the hard knocks of life, a set of
boxing gloves are numbered among
the gym equipment. Wrestling is also
carried on to a smaller degree and it
is no uncommon sight to see two erstwhile Rudy Dusek's grappling in a
corner. The arts of self-defense have
proven extremely popular to the
physical education classes and provide
an outlet for some of the slime-soph
HUMBLED BY SLIME
QUINTET, 23 TO 20
After forcing a highly-touted soph
cage machine to a five-minute overtime period, an inspired slime quintet
rattled the basket for three markers
in the last few minutes of play to take
the game out of the hands of the upperclassmen, 23 to 20, in the San Jacinto
gym Monday night.
Led by the diminutive Lee Stone,
Allen Weed, and George Gayle, the
frosh battled and shoved their way
to a tie in the third quarter. From
then on, it was anybody's game.
With the score tied 20-20 at the end
of the game, the freshman offense
clicked off three points in the early
part of the overtime period and held
the sophs scoreless to clinch the victory.
With Harry D, Matthews and Bob
Branhan at the helm, the upperclass-
man offensive sailed into the frosh
only to falter and about face in the
shadow of the slime goal.
The loss of the game with victory
within their grasp will be an important incentive to the soph quintet to
win the four games of the series, ihe
second to be played at 10 p.m. today.
If the remaining games are as hotly
contested as the first, the winner of
the series will probably be undecided
until the final shrill of the whistle.
Who will'win tonight? Your guess
is as good as ours, so come out and
see the teams in action and decide for
yourself. No admission is charged.
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which ish aboot th' on'y kind o' hoss
they hash in thish country. Wha' I
come frum, hosses wuz hosses, an'
they didn't unload yuh every time
yuh wanted t' go shomeplace. All yuh
bromtails ish th* shame; plum' wild, no
matter how much they ride yuh."
Then, shaking his head solemnly,
Hank reeled on down the street, his
big hat on one side of his head, one
pants leg out of his boot, the other
halfway in. Suddenly he came to a
"Huh, them guys ain't frum thesh
parts," said Hank, half under his
breath. "They ain't ridin' broomtails,
—and they shertainly ish ugly lookin'
Two men had come into town from
the direction of the river, both riding
well built horses. Their horses seemed
fresh, and the men, though grizzled
dirty, did not look as though they had
come from any great distance—and
yet, they were strangers. Hank was
the only one to notice them, for they
rode well in the shadows and kept
their faces away from the fight as
they passed bright doorways. The two
strangers came to a halt in front of the
lighted hank. The bank, like the
stores, always stayed open on Saturday nights because it was more convenient for its customers, who had
work to do during the week and only
came to town on Saturday evenings.
"Them fellows ain't up to no good",
soliloquized Hank as the two dismounted and entered the bank, big
Colts hanging low at their sides.
Hank sat down and watched the entrance to the bank, his hand unconsciously reached for the "makins." He
had not long to wait, for scarcely a
moment had passed before a shot rang
Teeth gnashed, nails bitten and
handkerchiefs nervously twisted as
Professor Henderson's class of Education 113 was preparing for the initial
"test" of the term,
"Hypothesis, neurones, chromosomes
—what's it all about — Good Gawd!
Somebody say something!" growled a
A co-ed spied a fellow-member of
the class who was a Rice grad. "maybe y-you can hel-help us", she sobbed.
"It won't do any d-dam—damage to
try," he mocked. Whereupon psy-
cological queries came at the young
man so fast and in such numbers that
he was confused.
As the excitement reached a climax,
Prof. "Henry" appeared. He smiled as
only a veteran at handling such situations can smile. He told the freshies
they "should be ashamed for fearing
a measley little exam."
After much persuasion, bantering,
razzing and kidding he convinced the
"pretty little things in green" that
there was nothing to be dreaded.
Amid giggles, laughter and sighs of
relief the first official examination
was administered to Education 113
students—L. R. Pell.
out—and then anothei
At this minute, one of the two strangers appeared in the door, carrying a
heavily stuffed sack. The man jumped
for his horse just as the other stranger
appeared, backing out, smoking gun
leveled. Then his gun crashed forth
again. At the sound of the shot, the
horse that the stranger leaped for
jerked back, breaking its bridle, and
bolted down the street.
By this time, men were crowding
out of the stores and saloons and running for the bank. The stranger with
the money ran for another horse and
was mounted by the time his confederate had turned and made a flying
leap for his own horse. They wheeled
their horses and bolted down the
street in the direction of the river.
They had gone perhaps twenty yards,
when the stolen horse made a leap in
the air and came down in a bone
crushing, stiff legged buck. The
stranger, dropping the money bag,
went sailing through the air to land
head first in a public watering trough.
Bullets were whin ing, women
screaming, men cursing. The second
and another, j bandit turned furiously and came back
defense of his comrade and thefr
loot. When he reached the trough, the
unfortunate man was being dragged
from the water, dazed and bleeding.
With an oath, the bandit reached for
his gun, but before he could touch
it, a bullet tore its way through his
chest. Frantically, he clawed his breast,
then slipped from the horse—dead.
Hank rose drunkenly from his seat
by the building and reeled his way
back to the saloon. On entering, he
was accosted by one of the dancing
girls. Hank snorted and made his way
toward the bar.
Now, suh! Wimmin' an' broomtils
don't interish me none atall" and he
hung his heel over the rail.
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You will cheer Chester as he rescues
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Coconut Oil is decidedly clever, and
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BREWER, WARREN & PUTNAM—
Emile Gauvreau has written, in fiction form, the sensational story of
tabloid journalism in an age symbolized by bootleg whiskey, insane journalism, and jazz. It is called HOT
NEWS. Dealing with the powerful
figures who initiated tabloid journalism, it gives the detailed, inside stories
on how "hot" news was "made" and
manipulated, and how weak but prominent personalities were exploited, frequently with tragic consequences.
It relates the story of an editor, a
slave of the age, who ceases considering human values and turns everything into "grist in the mill of Tab-
loida." His existence is hectic and
thrilling, devoted to feeding to the
public all scandals, crime, and sex,—
"not just news, but freak news, and
A fighting rival editor gives his life
for the sake of increased circulation.
Dominating", big-moneyed men battle
for leadership in the newspaper field
and in politics. Gangsters, chorus
pirls, societv women, Big-Shots and
Nobodies, all life and mere existence
Hear ye! Hear ye! All who suffer
from that terrible brain rotting disease, "Puzzelitus". Here is a pill, a
sure cure for your trouble, or at least
a relief; and just like the "nattey
medicine" you used to take for your
sweet "muzzy wuzzy", you det turn
tandy after it. Yes, sir, folks, and the
candy in this case is something you
all want, whether you say so or not;
and that is your name in The Cougar.
All that you have to do to attain this
coveted goal is to swallow this pill
successfully, and let it bring forth the
required results, which you will in
turn put in Mr. Birney's box, addressed
to "Puzzelitus". If your results are
correct, your name will be published
(spelled most carefully) in this column
of The Cougar.
Everybody d is ikes mathematical
puzzles, so being immune ta groans
and howls, the first is of that typo,
The owner of a 90-mile-an-hour
speed boat raced it against a locomotive capable of running 80 miles an
hour. For the; trial a track was
cleared 200 miles along a river. An
airplane traveling 150 miles an hour
started at the same time as the boat
and the locomotive. The boat had
engine rouble, and when the locomotive reached the 80-mile mark, the
boat was 10 miles behind it. From
then on, the boat madei full speed.
The airplane flew ahead of the boat
five miles, and then back over the
course until the boat had lessened the
locomotive's lead to only five miles;
after which the airplane flew back and
forth above them until the boat was
abreast of the locomotive, at which
time the boat gave up and the race
ended. How far did the airplane fly?
I give you my word of honor (heh,
heh, you don't know me) that this
problem requires no algebra; so get to
work and let's' have some solutions.
The correct solution will be given in
the next issue.
scrambled and directed by wildly
HOT NEWS is sensational, and it is
exciting, interesting reading.
THE MACAULAY COMPANY—$2.00.
"I'm big and bad and six feet tall,
and I comes f'm de Black River country whar de sun don't nevar shine
. . " That's hot-blooded, restless,
bragging John Henry, as presented by
Roark Bradford in his new novel of
negro life, JOHN HENRY.
With hig usual power of insight and
real understanding of the negro race,
Mr. Bradford has delightfully interpreted John Henrys difficulties and
habits. His experiences in "gittin'
round NAwlins, rousting cotton and
sugar on the Mississippi boats, and
working on the Yellow Dog railroad
are interesting and typical. He has
plenty of trouble with his women. He
visits the "ju-ju" woman, goes through
the process of "gittin' religion," and
finally "lays down his burden" with
his cotton hook in his hand.
The book is light and readable, with
gross exaggerations, an abundance of
low-down negro songs, humor, and a
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TO USE JUNIOR
"New Books Now Total 450,"
Says Mrs. H. Shearer,
"We hope the students will use and
enjoy the library much more than
heretofore, and will not hesitate to
call upon us to assist them in locating
materia! for which they are searching."
Thus Mrs. H. H. Shearer extends to
the students her invitation to use the
The shelves of the library have been
constantly increasing. The new books
received in the Junior college library
now total 450. They have all been
classified and are on the shelf ready
for students' use. The books deal with
a variety of subjects, but there are
especially good biographies and dramatic criticisms. There is also an interesting collection of novels.
Although tho college has accession
to the high school library, there will
be little need of using their books, as
the college library is well supplied
with interesting books dealing with
practically every subject.
The Junior college subscribes for 51
magazines, and the San Jacinto magazines are also being used by the college students. The daily papers received are The United Stales Daily,
The New York Times, and The Houston Post-Dispatch, The Housion Post-
Dispatch has been, sent complimentary
to the library for four years.
A new set of rules has been set up
by the library committee and approved
by Mr. Dupre. These rules will soon
be mimeographed and distributed by
the students. Quiet in the library is
particularly urged. The students are
requested to enroll in the library as
soon as possible. There are 155 now
enrolled, and over 245 books checked
out for home reference during the
first week, beginning September 28.
There has been a steady withdrawal
of books since then.
There should be no anxiety on the
part of the students for not finding the
book needed as there are three assis-'"
tans during each hour. The assistants
are Aliyne Y. Allen, Marion Banta,
Bernice Branum, lone Brown, Hulon
Crawford, Louise Morgan, Zelda Osborne, Lewis Rueckert, Helein Tomlin,
and Isabella Ventresca.
I had my voice tried.
What was the verdict?
Were you able to pay it?
Jim Bertrand, newly elected president of the sophomore class, has appointed a council of seven class members to serve as charmen of committees which will formulate future activities of the class. The appointments
have been approved by N. K. Dupre,
The council Will consist of Bill Spit-
Ier, Warren Lemon, Gladys Jacobs,
Howard Graham, Nora Louise Calhoun, Harry D. Matthews, and Fred
Bertrand prefaced his appointment
announcement with the remark that
"when a group elects its president, it
places the reputation of that group in
Jim declared that with the aid of his
council. Dean Dupre and the faculty,
he expected to make this year's sophomore class the greatest in the history
of the college.
OF THE COUGAR BEAUTY CONTEST
I hereby vote for:
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