MIDAY, DEC. 48, 4942 THE MICHIGAN DAILY pACS ' L 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 * * * 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 1 ,* MERRY CHRISTMAS and a Happy Holiday PABIDEA UHJS1LARRSR1 !Where the Good Clothes Come From" 119 SOUTH MAIN STREET, ANN ARBOR ANWWAWWMEM44#44M4MM4MM~* 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. I I CELEBRATE NEW YEAR'S EVE AT THE P-BELL: Special New Year's Eve Dinner served all evening $2.00 including Hats, Favors, Noisemakers PHONE 4075 FOR RESERVATIONS We wish you a Merry Christmas. PRETZEL BELL TAVERN 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. Ue4 1flerrppj / iei ar W ISH ING, .. You MERRY CHRISTMAS * l ja iII !4 4 Do your Christmas Shopping here before going home. *PEN AND PENCIL SETS eSTATIONERY a eoBOOKS eGAMES A VERY fflCRRY CHRISTRMA