1923 Yearbook
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1923 Yearbook
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THE PEST
THE BILLIARD CLUB
(Continued from Page 6)
broomstakes. Mr. Wolfe has earned the title of cartoonist because of
his ability to "draw".
R. Emmet Crowley, "our inspiration", holds the record for breaking
tips, much to the discomfiture of the
said Mr. Hess.
As the year draws to a close, the
St. Ambrose Billiard Club wishes
to extend a general invitation to all
cue artists to witness an exhibition
match in which all members will
participate. The proceeds will be
used to erect a monument of ivory
as a fit tribute to the members of
the club.
WAMPUS KITTY DETHRONES
POP GEERS
(Continued from Page 6)
ball for a row of laundry bags
bringing in a bunch of ads and
deuces that had been polluting the
lanes for the latter part of the set.
Both men now retired for an alcoholic "rub", opening the lanes of
dissipation for the peanut vender
and the pop dispenser. Ignatius
Peiffer, of the firm of Collins &
Peiffer Co., displayed unusual ability in juggling chocolate bars and
succeeded in divorcing himself
from, at least, the old ones, before
play was resumed.
The third set was neither the
repetition of, nor a marked improvement on, the two that pre-
ceeded it. Falling into a rut it
was, however, distinguishable from
"common" tennis as played by "common" people, yet failing somewhat
short of the standards of perfection we hoped to see. Critics attributed this to the lateness of the
hour rather than the physical imperfections of the players. The
set floundered on. After 28 minutes of actual playing time the
score stood 9-8 with the challenger
one game in the lead. The present
game stood "add in" with Campus
Kitty serving. So tense, so heated,
so electrically vibrated with hope
and despair, stood the crowd that
even the dropping of shattered peanuts could be distinctly heard. The
ball was served. It was bad. Another came, but with little velocity. Pop braced himself for a terrific return, when of a sudden the
ball hit the turf and lay there-a
perfect serve. A new Champ.
OUR ATHLETIC TEAMS
Broad Grin Team
Babe Green, Captain; Schnoeb-
len, Besten, F. Kelly.
Long Delay Team
Hipplers, (both of 'em) ; Crow-
leys, (both of 'em) ; Sargent,
Barry, Captain.
Shuffle Team
T. Toomey, Captain; Dehner,
Timmer, O'Donnell, Bush, Barnes,
M. McCarthy.
High Altitude Team
McEniry, Captain; Frett, Wagner, Lillis, Lew.
Short Put Team
Rank, Doran, McCune, Nolan,
Byrnes, Egel, Captain.
Jabbering Throwers
T. Murphy, Captain; Lucier,
McCune, Bloom.
THE EVENING STORY
Eddie was in a state of great
nervousness and suspense. He continually twitched his fingers and
ran those hands which had caught
many a wild throw at first base,
through his luxuriant hair. Pacing up and down the room, he
kept muttering to himself constantly, "To think that things would
come to this!" And yet, had she
not the right to live her own life?
He tried to tell himself that it
was not so, that it could not be
so. In his mind, however, he knew
that he was deceiving himself. Joe
had seen her; Andy had seen her.
Were not these two the soul of
honor? Was it conceivable that
they would stoop so low as to utter
a falsehood. No! Their evidence
was incontrovertible. She had
done it! Oh! If she had only
come to him for advice! If she
had only allowed his more mature
mind to ponder over the question.
But, he mused, that was a woman
for you—ever flighty and impulsive. Heavens! How would the
world take her? In his heart, of
course, she would always hold the
same place, but to others, how
would she look? How would she
LOOK IN BOBBED HAIR?
RAZZERS PROMINENT
ORGANIZATION
(Continued from Page 5)
we seek out the man who becomes
an object of the criticism and contempt of our merry band. It is
not what we do that hurts but
what we say; for what instrument
is more deadly than the lash of a
fiery tongue. Our battle-cry is:
Razz thy neighbor; razz him loud
and long, for what he may be saying of you, you perhaps will never
know."
THE BILLIARD CLUB
(Continued from Page 6)
broomstakes. Mr. Wolfe has earned the title of cartoonist because of
his ability to "draw".
R. Emmet Crowley, "our inspiration", holds the record for breaking
tips, much to the discomfiture of the
said Mr. Hess.
As the year draws to a close, the
St. Ambrose Billiard Club wishes
to extend a general invitation to all
cue artists to witness an exhibition
match in which all members will
participate. The proceeds will be
used to erect a monument of ivory
as a fit tribute to the members of
the club.
WAMPUS KITTY DETHRONES
POP GEERS
(Continued from Page 6)
ball for a row of laundry bags
bringing in a bunch of ads and
deuces that had been polluting the
lanes for the latter part of the set.
Both men now retired for an alcoholic "rub", opening the lanes of
dissipation for the peanut vender
and the pop dispenser. Ignatius
Peiffer, of the firm of Collins &
Peiffer Co., displayed unusual ability in juggling chocolate bars and
succeeded in divorcing himself
from, at least, the old ones, before
play was resumed.
The third set was neither the
repetition of, nor a marked improvement on, the two that pre-
ceeded it. Falling into a rut it
was, however, distinguishable from
"common" tennis as played by "common" people, yet failing somewhat
short of the standards of perfection we hoped to see. Critics attributed this to the lateness of the
hour rather than the physical imperfections of the players. The
set floundered on. After 28 minutes of actual playing time the
score stood 9-8 with the challenger
one game in the lead. The present
game stood "add in" with Campus
Kitty serving. So tense, so heated,
so electrically vibrated with hope
and despair, stood the crowd that
even the dropping of shattered peanuts could be distinctly heard. The
ball was served. It was bad. Another came, but with little velocity. Pop braced himself for a terrific return, when of a sudden the
ball hit the turf and lay there-a
perfect serve. A new Champ.
OUR ATHLETIC TEAMS
Broad Grin Team
Babe Green, Captain; Schnoeb-
len, Besten, F. Kelly.
Long Delay Team
Hipplers, (both of 'em) ; Crow-
leys, (both of 'em) ; Sargent,
Barry, Captain.
Shuffle Team
T. Toomey, Captain; Dehner,
Timmer, O'Donnell, Bush, Barnes,
M. McCarthy.
High Altitude Team
McEniry, Captain; Frett, Wagner, Lillis, Lew.
Short Put Team
Rank, Doran, McCune, Nolan,
Byrnes, Egel, Captain.
Jabbering Throwers
T. Murphy, Captain; Lucier,
McCune, Bloom.
THE EVENING STORY
Eddie was in a state of great
nervousness and suspense. He continually twitched his fingers and
ran those hands which had caught
many a wild throw at first base,
through his luxuriant hair. Pacing up and down the room, he
kept muttering to himself constantly, "To think that things would
come to this!" And yet, had she
not the right to live her own life?
He tried to tell himself that it
was not so, that it could not be
so. In his mind, however, he knew
that he was deceiving himself. Joe
had seen her; Andy had seen her.
Were not these two the soul of
honor? Was it conceivable that
they would stoop so low as to utter
a falsehood. No! Their evidence
was incontrovertible. She had
done it! Oh! If she had only
come to him for advice! If she
had only allowed his more mature
mind to ponder over the question.
But, he mused, that was a woman
for you—ever flighty and impulsive. Heavens! How would the
world take her? In his heart, of
course, she would always hold the
same place, but to others, how
would she look? How would she
LOOK IN BOBBED HAIR?
RAZZERS PROMINENT
ORGANIZATION
(Continued from Page 5)
we seek out the man who becomes
an object of the criticism and contempt of our merry band. It is
not what we do that hurts but
what we say; for what instrument
is more deadly than the lash of a
fiery tongue. Our battle-cry is:
Razz thy neighbor; razz him loud
and long, for what he may be saying of you, you perhaps will never
know."
Date
1923
Rights
St. Ambrose University, 518 W. Locust St., Davenport, IA 52803
Identifier
http://cdm16810.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/p16810coll2/id/7738