MIDAY, DEC. 48, 4942
THE MICHIGAN DAILY
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Last-Second Basket
Gives
Cagers 36-35 Win
Over
Fliers
--0
4,
Veteran Goalie
to Lead Sextet
against Sarnia
By HARVEY FRANK
Coming back after a long vacation
layoff, Michigan's hockey team will
again be the underdog when it plays
host 'to a Sarnia, Canada, sextet,
Saturday, January 2, at the Coliseum.
The Wolverines will have only two
days after returning to school in
which to get back into shape for the
Canadians, a giant task for any kind
of 'an athletic team. Hope that the
Maize and Blue can pull an upset out
of the fire will rest largely upon the
goal tending wizardry of Captain
Hank Loud.
This is Loud's third year in the
nets for Michigan. He started kicking
out pucks as a sophomore in 1940 and
has been the regular goalie since, but
he likes most to talk about the days
when he played for the no doubt fam-
ous "Chuck's Wonders" in his home
town, Grimsby, Ontario, league, be-
fore he came to Michigan.
The "sieve," as he is ironically
ealled by friende, hit his peak in the
first game against Minnesota at Min-
Reapolis last year when he held the
Golden Gophers to two goals and led
the Wolverines to their only confer-
ence win of the season, 3-2. For his
outstanding defensive performance
that night, he was given Minnesota's
"Athlete of the Week" award. The
honor turned out to be a jinx for
Hank, however, for in the second
game he saw the red light in back of
him flash six times while the Wol-
verines were being held scoreless.
Loud is comparatively small for a
goalie and looks like the popular
"Mister Five by Five" when he has
his pads on, but he usually turns in
a dependable if not spectacular jobof
goal-minding.
Baseball's Cardinals
Win '42 Award as
'Team of the Year'
NEW YORK, Dec. 17.- UP)-- For
the eleventh straight time baseball
has produced the outstanding team
of the year with the honor for 1942
going to the St. Louis Cardinals.
Taking over the spot dominated by
the New York Yankees since 1932,
the Cardinals rolled up 206 points in
the Associated Press' annual poll of
the sports writers. Forty-seven of the
84 experts participating in the ballot-
ing thought the Cards' feat of over-
coming Brooklyn's ten-game lead and
then whipping the Yanks in the
World Series worthy of the No. 1 po-
sition. Thirty-four others placed the
Redbirds either second or third.
The Chicago Bears, winner of 24
straight games before being knocked
off by the Washington Redskins in
the National Football League playoff
last Sunday, was the only team to
offer the Cards an argument and it
was not very serious. The Bears, with
3. votes for first, 24 for second and
10 for third, received 148 points on
the basis of three for first, two for
Oecond and one for third.
Lund's Shot Beats Gun
in Story-Book Finish
D E NCU COMBEB
By BUD HENDEL
Daily Sports Edftor
THE GOOD OLD DAYS:
Mermen Mourn End of Annual
Florida Journeys for Duration
Selfridge Field,
Up Seven-Point
One Point Down at Half, Builds
Lead with Three Minutes Left
}_,
By DES HOWARTH
Don Lund's basket, dropp:i
through the hoop as the final
sounded, , gave Michigan a w
earned 36-35 victory over the S
ridge Field Fliers at the Fiefd Hc
last night. The win was the tli
straight for the Wolverines this s
son while it also marked the first
feat for the Fliers, who had g
seven games without a defeat.
To win the Wolverines had to st
a brilliant comeback in the last:
minutes of play. The Selfridge IE
who hal started to connect on tl
long shots in the
second half, had."
built up a 33-26 lead
with three minutes.
to play. But the
Varsity here rallied
to win.
Lund led both
teams in scoring "
and sparked the
Michigan attack.
Lund, who substitu-
ted for Dave Strack,
played a magnifi-
cent game previous DON LUNI
to scoring the winning basket,;
his fight and fire played an import
part in last night's win. All told
connected for four baskets and
free throws for a total of ten poi
Besides this he played a whale c
defensive game.
Last night's game was not a g
exhibition of basketball, but
closeness of the battle made ,t
exciting contest. It was a dog-fi
in every sense of the word, with
lead changing hands several time
The game started dismally, v
neither team connecting on nun
ous shots. The Fliers proved to
off form in the early stages of
game and missed baskets on m
plays when the Wolverine def
seemed completely bewildered. Mi
igan, however, controlled the ball
the backboards for the most p
and the Fliers were unable to
low up their long shots. Many of
Selfridge lads' shots were from
out.
Two baskets by Ralph Gibert,
buckets by Leo Doyle, Mandler,
Lund gave Michigan a 13-6 lead.
George Weese was then inserted into
the Selfridge lineup, however, and
this roly-poly bald man connected for
three very long two-pointers, and
Michigan's lead was reduced to one
point at the half, 16-15.
A foul shot by Bobby Roth of the
visitors tied the count to start the
second half, and from here on the
Fliers seemed well on their way to
victory. Sam Leiberman, giant 6 ft.
6 in. center collected five points in as
many minutes, and three baskets by
forward Herman Fuetsch and two by
substitute Henry Capron, together
with lone baskets by Curley Waddell
and Roth built up a large Selfridge
lead. During this time the Fliers
were connecting from all angles of
the court and were definitely "hot."
Five secondstwere left as Lund'
dribbled down the court and passed
the ball to Doyle. Leo took a shot,
the ball bounded off the rim, but
Lund following the play up, tipped it
in and snatched the victory from the
Fliers' hands as the gun went off.
We're Flying, Too
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SELFRIIDGE FIELD FG FT
Fuetsch, f ............2 2
*Pelio, f ..............0 0
Weese, f...........3 0
Capron, f...........2 0
Liberman, c ..........2 2
Borkowski, c ........0 0
Waddell, g.........3 1
Roth, g.............2 2
PF TP
1 6
3 0
2 6
0 4
3 6
1 0
3 7
0 6
Totals ............14 7 13 35
ner- MICHIGAN
be Gibert, f...
the Wiese, f .......
any Anderson, f ....
ense Bikoff, f......
ich- Commn, f.......
Ioff Mandler, c...
art, Doyle, g.......
fol- Strack, g .......
the Lund, g ........
well
Totals ........
and Score at half:
FG FT PF TP
1 0 0 2
.. ,. . . 0 0 0
.2 2 1 6
. 0 0 1 0
. .. ...4 2 1 10
.. ...14 8 7 36
Michigan 16, Self-
and ridge Field 15.
The Cracker Barrel
By Mike Dau
(Editor's Note: Benchcomber Hendel has already started his Christmas vacation
and Mike Dann, the old Cracker Barrel, is down at the Daily's Yuletide Beer Bust,
so City Editor will Sapp, who doesn't especially like beer, and who ordinarily has
nothing to do with the sports staff, guests today.)
By WILL SAPP
IF THE BENCHCOMBER KNEW that I was writing his column tonight
he would be very amused, for he knows, as does everyone else around
here, that I know absolutely nothing about sports, in fact, my last brush
with any sports event occurred about a year ago when I attended a little
party which has since gone down in local history as Tom Harmon's House-'
warming, but which is not the type of sporting event that columnists write
about.
At any rate, the sport I know most about is football, but that's only
because it greatly resembles a game I used to play back in Ohio's hill
country during my high school days. We called it Szitar, in honor and
- in memory of George Szitar, a strong young Polish boy and the craftiest
Szitar player of them all. George, you see, was pretty badly hurt one
day back in 1936 when he was executing the trickiest Szitar play of all
time.
Well, Szitar (the game) is an awfully lot like football in two ways: we
used a football and the idea was to get it across a goal line. But there the
resemblance stopped.
Each team is composed of anywhere from four to eight fellows, and
the only rule is that you have to stay in bounds. "Bounds" varied in
each game, but we usually played in a strip of woods on the Chagrin
River that was bounded by Bentleyville Road and the Gastenmier Farm.
That was about three acres wide and nearly a mile long and was con-
sidered just about the best Szitar field in Geauga County because the
Anson Ledges are right smack in the middle of it and that makes for a
pretty tough terrain. To play the game the offensive team lines up on
its own goal-line with the ball and the opposing outfit goes about three-
quarters of a mile down the field and shoots three barrels of buckshot to
signal that they're ready and then the two teams clash. Anything goes.
All you have to do is get the ball across the goal line. It usually took
about three hours to play one game (the first goal ended the game) but
the afternoon that George Szitar was hurt it lasted nearly ten hours,
but that was only because George pulled off the craftiest play of all time.
GEORGE, Monty Fisher, Wally Hileman and I were on one team and we
had the ball. I forget who was on the other team, but I am quite sure
that Barney "Bad Luck" Gibbs was on it or what happened to George other-
wise would not have happened.
We heard the buckshot and started fanning out through the woods,
passing the ball to each other, but being quiet as Indians. About a quarter
of a mile out George climbed a high elm and hid after I tossed the ball up
to him. Then the rest of us deployed to pull out the defense and George
just sat there with the ball tucked away in his shirt. I circled around and
met Monty and right away we bumped into a guy from the other team.
Monty was quick with his fists (I wasn't so bad then, either) and so we
tied the guy to a big log on the ground and moved on. I dropped back to
cover George in the tree and I was having a devil of a time locating the
right tree when all of a sudden, hhsssst! and George dropped the ball down
to me.
I made for the Ledges, which are a fine place to hide, but an advance
scout (I think it was Waldo Ettinger) nailed me and got the ball. It
looked for a moment as if he'd make our goal line and I was so groggy
from having been hit in the head with a rock that I couldn't yell to
warn George. But George had seen it all and he dropped right out of
his tree and landed on the guy and we were sneaking away before the
guy even came to.
GEORGE told me to deploy because he had a new play worked out and so
I started to swim the river, making like I had the ball in my shirt (it
really was my shoes). Well, I fooled everybody and George sneaked away.
That was about four o'clock and by six we still didn't know where he was.
We hadn't heard the gunshot at the goal line so we were sure he hadn't
scored.
Now it was very unusual for a guy to disappear on a Szitar field because
we only play where we know every little rock. About eight o'clock it was
getting dusk and we were all pretty scared. I was sure that George had
drowned by trying to swim under water down the Chagrin River. We were
afraid to tell anybody, because our parents didn't like us to play the game,
so we began searching for him ourselves. I practically dragged the river and
some of the other guys searched through the Ledges. Finally we were all
down in the Ledges poking around the little openings that looked like cave
mouths when we heard the gunshot up at the north goal line. That meant,
of course, that George had scored and that we had won. When we got there
we found him lying face down on the ground, out cold. His clothes were all
torn and his left trouser leg was all bloody and the leg looked bent. We
dashed cold water on his face and then George Szitar told us the story that
is the folklore of Chagrin Falls.
ACOUPLE OF DAYS before the game George had slipped down Into
the Ledges and discovered a real cave. The entrance was under
water but it was mostly dry inside, but the exit, a quarter of a mile up
toward Gastenmier's, Was also under water. That's why no one ever
discovered it before. Well, you can guess what George had done. He got
into that cave when he left me and crawled on his stomach for that
quarter of a mile, but just before he got to the exit some rocks fell loose
and pinned George to the clammy rock floor and knocked him out. He
didn't come to for a couple of hours and then he found that his leg was
broken. But with real fighting spirit, George Szitar clenched his teeth,
got out from under the rocks and dragged himself along until he fell out
of the exit of the cave. When he hit the water he was revived just
enough to crawl the last couple hundred yards up to the goal line where
lie shot the gun.
Well, George's leg never did heal quite right and today he has a pretty
bad limp, but that limp is his medal of honor for George Szitar is the No. 1
hero of all of Chagrin Falls, and if you don't believe me, just go down to
Chagrin and ask anybody you meet on the street who George Szitar is.
Szitar, yep, that's what we used to call it--back in the good old days.
By JOE McHALE
"Than longen folk to goon on pil-
grimages," said Chaucer a long time
ago, but he might as well have been
talking about the swimmers of the
nation about this time of year. For it
is a deep-rooted custom for natators
from all over the country to make an
annual pilgrimage to Fort Lauderdale,
Florida, during their Christmas vaca-
tions and really have themselves a
time.
This is just one more luxury that
will have to be given up for the dura-
tion; a short Christmas vacation plus
the transportation shortage adds up
to a bunch of swimmers home for
Christmas-oh, for the good old days!
Sleep on Ship
Think of it! Swimmers from 25-50
colleges were all grouped together at
a veritable playground for a week or
two. Michigan's mermen would go in
cars; arriving, they would find their
cabins on the good ship Amphitrite,
a Civil War vessel rebuilt as a floating
(Editor's Note: Today I turn my col-
umn over to my roommate Torque-
mada, who once went to a football
game.)
My first point is that you must
remember that this is war.
Which brings me to my second
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hotel anchored in a "sleepy lagoon."
Then, what a schedule!
Everybody slept until nine, at which
time they would. eat a breakfast of
coconuts, oranges, bread-something
that could never happen in the unro-
mantic North. The rest of the morn-
ing would be spent in concentrated
swimming in a pool near the ocean,
the swimmers doing two miles or SQ
before lunch. This meal was eaten in
.bathing suits on the beach. Riding
the surf took up every afternoon until
5; then back on ship-board, back into
clothes, food into the hungry swim-
mers and-wolfing in the evening.
East-West Meet
The big event of the vacation was
the East-West meet near the end of
the sojourn at Fort Lauderdale. You
can well imagine how the Wolverines
never failed to furnish a lion's share
of the West's points in these meets.
With such an outing to look for-
ward to again after the fracas, you
can bet your boots that the Wol-
verines and other war-bound swim-
mers can hardly wait to finish this
war so that they can again make the
pilgrimage to the sands of Florida.
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point-Pro Boim was talking to us
yesterday (for. which we were very
grateful). The Pro as you all know
is a very swell guy, and it's been
grand having him with us. His infor-
mation was not for publication,, but
you can be sure that you'll see it in
the Cracker Barrel before any place
else.
Tommie Harmon was back in
town visiting friends, and we were
talking to him and Will Sapp. Tom-
mie had many interesting things to
say about the air force, in which
he has been given a special position
as aviation cadet. In addition to
regular duties Tommie has been
assigned to the gum disposal bat-
talion, and is doing a bang-up job.
Good luck Tommie.
And furthermore, just because Hit-
ler is dictator is no reason that he
should be dictator-it takes years of
training. We have men here who have
studied dictatorship all their lives-
why aren't they given a chance. And
who the hell is this guy Stalin?
It's hard to sit here and write a
column today-it's hard because
our heart is not in it. We have been
reading the papers, and we see that
there will be no more men left on
campus. Not that we care for our-
selves, but think what it will do to
inter-collegiate athletics. Our pool
team, our badminton squad, the
fellows that have been out there
fighting their hearts out, playing
the game, bringing democracy into
action on the field of sport com-
bat. We feel that when intercolle-
giate athletics go, that day will be
a sad day for the United States of
America. Because nothing builds
men like intercollegiate athletics-
the team out there fighting, and
the mass of united human beings
in the stands. We feel we can truly
say that this war will not be won on
the playing fields of Eton, but in
the pool room of the Union. Yes,
our hearts are sad.
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