1923 Yearbook
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1923 Yearbook
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THE PEST
SPORTS
Wampus Kitty Dethrones Pop Geers
THE BILLIARD CLUB
After a long and laborious study
of the applicants for membership in
the billiard club, Monsieur Luke
Dehner submits to the readers the
following as members of the St.
Ambrose Billiard Club:
Mr. Henry Schwab of Dunlap,
Iowa is champion of the "scratch
as scratch can" class, and Jimmy
Thornton comes in a close second.
Mr. Thornton has demonstrated his
ability at "sucker shots" but Henry
is the biggest sucker in his class.
At a recent election Mr. Thornton
was made president and Henry was
unanimously elected to the vice-
presidency.
Donald Conway wins in the one
cushion class and is a worthy champion in spite of the fact that he
gained his laurels without competition. He is noted for his long deliberation over shots.
"Papa" Sterck, the Jake Schaeffer
of Moline, takes the prize in general
excellency. "Papa" shoots a wicked
stick and always sings a little ditty
whenever he makes a difficult shot.
His favorite expression is: "He gets
it."
Matt Timmer, better known as
the Hottentot, wins in the four leaf
clover class. Mattie is always left
in a difficult position, but that never
ver makes any difference to him.
He has a wonderful eye, good form,
and fine prospects of developing into an expert teamster.
Leo Hess gets the three cushion
crown of the club. His ability to
make "naturals" destroys whatever
claims his competitors might be
able to make. Mr. Hess is also the
overseer of tipping cues. The Royal and the Bender Pool Halls supply the chalk.
Leo Wolfe "you're in the army
now," distances all pursuers in the
(Continued on Page 7)
ASTONISHING DISCOVERY ON
INVENTION ON GOLF
(Continued from Page 3)
ed himself into his palace, and congratulated himself that wifey was
fast asleep, blissfully ignorant of
his early morning entrance. He
had hardly crossed the threshhold
when he heard the warning sizzle
of a missile being transmitted
through theatmosphere toward his
head. He ducked and stayed duck.
The bombardment lasted for fully
twenty minutes. Finally Rampah-
dine, thinking she had snuffed the
life of Rampah, went to bed satisfied.
In the course of a very few minutes, Rampah got to his own room,
and,when the proper moment came,
jumped into bed on its third trip
around. The night was nearly gone
so he had but little sleep. After
rearranging his tie, Rampah went
to the front door to get the morning "Trib." The first thing that
struck his eye was a pile of oval-
shaped objects lying in the front
yard—the missiles that greeted his
early morning arrival. He investigated and found that they were
none other than a group of wifey's
biscuits she had baked the day before. They were hard, naturally,
and nearly perfect spheres. Rampah found a cane-shaped club nearby and began driving the biscuits
one at a time onto the pavement.
Sweat began pouring off his body
and when he had finally driven
the last biscuit he was a tired man.
He quickly entered the house and
went to the bathroom for a shower.
A good sweat and a good shower
after does wonders. It did for
Rampah. It made of him a new
man. "Oh boy!" said he, "Some
exercise! Why couldn't I do that
every morning? No argument a-
gainst it if Rampahdine will bake
the biscuits. I believe I'll invent a
new game, and I think I'll call
it GOLF."
And that, dear people, is how the
great game was started. All hail,
ye golfers, the name of Rampah!
In a fast and furious battle, that
lasted till the coming of darkness,
Wampus Kitty, Jr., succeeded in
dethroning Pop Geers as Tennis
Champ of St. Ambrose. We call
upon our fifteen acres of majestic
oaks, (see Catalogue Page 6) to
bear witness to the fact that this
was absolutely the best attraction
for the money ever offered in the
Tri-Cities.
Both men were in the pink of
condition and staged the battle of
the Century. The spectators were
grouped around the running track
and proved by their hilarious laughter that the contest would long be
remembered in the Athletic annals
of our school.
Pop Geers was the first to arrive: waving a careless hand to
those who sponsored his cause. He
proceeded to warm up by indulging in an imaginary game of golf.
After a lapse of probably three
minutes, Wampus Kitty strode in
amidst thunderous silence and hastened to demonstrate his ability by
jumping a rope. At this marvelous
display of strength and agility the
"hoili poili" who had hitherto been
sponsoring the Champ looked
anxiously at the gamblers who had
taken their money at five to four.
These great stone faces, however,
divulged nothing, and with a sigh,
partly of relief and partly of anticipation, they calmed down awaiting anxiously the gong that would
pit these two giants in the struggle
for supremacy.
The first set was both a delight
and a tragedy. Both men exhibited
a nervousness not uncommon in
Champs, showing a marked aptitude for miscueing when the bases
were full. This set went to the
Champ; but shortly after the count
was even, for Kitty socked the golf
(Continued on Page 7)
SPORTS
Wampus Kitty Dethrones Pop Geers
THE BILLIARD CLUB
After a long and laborious study
of the applicants for membership in
the billiard club, Monsieur Luke
Dehner submits to the readers the
following as members of the St.
Ambrose Billiard Club:
Mr. Henry Schwab of Dunlap,
Iowa is champion of the "scratch
as scratch can" class, and Jimmy
Thornton comes in a close second.
Mr. Thornton has demonstrated his
ability at "sucker shots" but Henry
is the biggest sucker in his class.
At a recent election Mr. Thornton
was made president and Henry was
unanimously elected to the vice-
presidency.
Donald Conway wins in the one
cushion class and is a worthy champion in spite of the fact that he
gained his laurels without competition. He is noted for his long deliberation over shots.
"Papa" Sterck, the Jake Schaeffer
of Moline, takes the prize in general
excellency. "Papa" shoots a wicked
stick and always sings a little ditty
whenever he makes a difficult shot.
His favorite expression is: "He gets
it."
Matt Timmer, better known as
the Hottentot, wins in the four leaf
clover class. Mattie is always left
in a difficult position, but that never
ver makes any difference to him.
He has a wonderful eye, good form,
and fine prospects of developing into an expert teamster.
Leo Hess gets the three cushion
crown of the club. His ability to
make "naturals" destroys whatever
claims his competitors might be
able to make. Mr. Hess is also the
overseer of tipping cues. The Royal and the Bender Pool Halls supply the chalk.
Leo Wolfe "you're in the army
now," distances all pursuers in the
(Continued on Page 7)
ASTONISHING DISCOVERY ON
INVENTION ON GOLF
(Continued from Page 3)
ed himself into his palace, and congratulated himself that wifey was
fast asleep, blissfully ignorant of
his early morning entrance. He
had hardly crossed the threshhold
when he heard the warning sizzle
of a missile being transmitted
through theatmosphere toward his
head. He ducked and stayed duck.
The bombardment lasted for fully
twenty minutes. Finally Rampah-
dine, thinking she had snuffed the
life of Rampah, went to bed satisfied.
In the course of a very few minutes, Rampah got to his own room,
and,when the proper moment came,
jumped into bed on its third trip
around. The night was nearly gone
so he had but little sleep. After
rearranging his tie, Rampah went
to the front door to get the morning "Trib." The first thing that
struck his eye was a pile of oval-
shaped objects lying in the front
yard—the missiles that greeted his
early morning arrival. He investigated and found that they were
none other than a group of wifey's
biscuits she had baked the day before. They were hard, naturally,
and nearly perfect spheres. Rampah found a cane-shaped club nearby and began driving the biscuits
one at a time onto the pavement.
Sweat began pouring off his body
and when he had finally driven
the last biscuit he was a tired man.
He quickly entered the house and
went to the bathroom for a shower.
A good sweat and a good shower
after does wonders. It did for
Rampah. It made of him a new
man. "Oh boy!" said he, "Some
exercise! Why couldn't I do that
every morning? No argument a-
gainst it if Rampahdine will bake
the biscuits. I believe I'll invent a
new game, and I think I'll call
it GOLF."
And that, dear people, is how the
great game was started. All hail,
ye golfers, the name of Rampah!
In a fast and furious battle, that
lasted till the coming of darkness,
Wampus Kitty, Jr., succeeded in
dethroning Pop Geers as Tennis
Champ of St. Ambrose. We call
upon our fifteen acres of majestic
oaks, (see Catalogue Page 6) to
bear witness to the fact that this
was absolutely the best attraction
for the money ever offered in the
Tri-Cities.
Both men were in the pink of
condition and staged the battle of
the Century. The spectators were
grouped around the running track
and proved by their hilarious laughter that the contest would long be
remembered in the Athletic annals
of our school.
Pop Geers was the first to arrive: waving a careless hand to
those who sponsored his cause. He
proceeded to warm up by indulging in an imaginary game of golf.
After a lapse of probably three
minutes, Wampus Kitty strode in
amidst thunderous silence and hastened to demonstrate his ability by
jumping a rope. At this marvelous
display of strength and agility the
"hoili poili" who had hitherto been
sponsoring the Champ looked
anxiously at the gamblers who had
taken their money at five to four.
These great stone faces, however,
divulged nothing, and with a sigh,
partly of relief and partly of anticipation, they calmed down awaiting anxiously the gong that would
pit these two giants in the struggle
for supremacy.
The first set was both a delight
and a tragedy. Both men exhibited
a nervousness not uncommon in
Champs, showing a marked aptitude for miscueing when the bases
were full. This set went to the
Champ; but shortly after the count
was even, for Kitty socked the golf
(Continued on Page 7)
Date
1923
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St. Ambrose University, 518 W. Locust St., Davenport, IA 52803
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