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THE RATTLER
February 21, 1941
Personality
of the
Week
Personality of the week for the
Rattler sports page is Louis Sol la
Lande, younger brother of X.
Louis’ athletic recognition is a re-
sult of his fencing accomplish-
ments. Studying this noble prac-
tice in Europe, he has acquired a
stabbing skill that far outshines
the abilities of the local sword
slappers.
Speaking on fencing, the young
French lad said: "I believe that
the practise of fencing not only
instills in one a sense of balance
and precision, but is responsible
for a certain amount of bodily
exhilaration. And, too, we must
consider the cultural background
of this princely art as a result of
the rich tradition with which it
has been associated.”
Some individuals may think
that fencing is childish and fem-
inine. However, they have but
to look at the scars on Sol la
Lande’s arm in order to have a
complete reversal of opinion. Be-
sides fencing, Louis is very fond
of tennis, hiking, and hunting.
San Marcos Editor
Wrong Again
Brother Tom, rustle over to the
armory and get your shooting
iron. This editor and the ignoble
sports writer of the San Marcos
periodical are feuding. According
to the latter, the last game be-
tween the Bobcats and the Rat-
tlers clearly indicated that the
San Marcos team and the St.
Mary’s cagers are in the same
classification. However this sports
section carried a different narra-
tive. It definitely asserted that
the local team outplayed the vis-
itors and only breaks and indis-
criminate refereeing decided the
game, which ended 41-44.
Various other collegiate papers
throughout Texas noticed the dis-
crepancy of opinion and began
exposing the seething inferno of
controversy. Today this editor
still vigorously maintains his as-
sertions and anxiously looks for-
ward to the next contest between
the Bobcats and the Rattlers so
that he can have adequate proof
to back his faith.
St. Mary's Student
Noted Connoisseur
Of Bullfights
Syncopating Athletes
Make Corn
Syncopation in a rare form has
been detected in the athletes who
live in the dormitory. Choral
singing in all its variations is to
be heard in the groups. Too, solos
are frequent occurrences. Any-
one overhearing Rosie Vorpahl’s
version of the "Worried Mind”
will attest to the excellent quality
of the voices. Truman Neel’s ar-
rangement of "I’m Sorry Now”
doesn’t leave a dry eye, or throat,
in Chaminade hall. The numbers
most mutilated by the energetic
choral song slaughterers are "The
New San Antonio Rose,” "So You
Think You’re So Smart,” ’and
"Bach’s Toccata and Fuge in D
Minor.”
It is estimated that there are
3,782,964 bricks in the west wall
of the University gymnasium.
Which should teach you not to
trust estimates. Further advice
cheerfully given. —R.I.P.
R. I. P. (Rattler Intercollegiate
Press) is a snoop organization de-
signed to gather worthless flot-
sam and jetsam of information,
with a slightly repulsive connota-
tion. —R.I.P.
Don Bullitico
Authority on bullfighting is
Edward Del Rio, junior at St.
Mary’s university. Touring the
sporting centers of Latin America,
this youth has acquired an abund-
ant knowledge of the principal
athletic enterprises of our southern
neighbors. When asked where he
found the delightful pastime of
bullfighting most appreciated, Mr.
Del Rio gave a most intriguing
summary of the toro activities in
Argentina. "While visiting this
paradise of tropical splendor,”
said Edward, "I was possessed with
an innate desire to acquaint my-
self with the people and customs
of this strange land. Argentina as
you know is located in the south-
ern part of South America. Its
chief exports are rubber, button
holes, stop signs, and eight balls
behind which you will always find
the beloved politicos.”
"After much persuasion from
friends” continued the speaker,”
1 bought a ticket for the first bull-
fight of the year and one sunny
afternoon found myself in the gal-
leries cheering with many other
disinterested spectators. The cere-
monies began with the grand
march in which the entire batal-
lion of bullfighters straggled out
each out of step. This was fol-
lowed by the throwing out of the
first bull of the season by El Pres-
idente. El Presidente is a past mas-
ter at this bull throwing. Now
the band members stopped playing
one by one.
A silence fell over the nervous
throng. Seeing the fullfighters
dressed in red, the bull, a right
winger, charged furiously. First he
attached the Matador and then the
Picador. He charged for the Tor-
eador and then rushed for the
reardoor. Resuming his assault on
the Matador he gored him some-
where around second base. At this
moment time was called and coach
Juan Sebastian Martinez Diez de
Simms sent in his second team.
However Ferdinand around the
ring with an unbelievable facility.
But suddenly the climax arrived
when el Toro ran into the bullet
from the firty-five of the out-
streached hand of the outstreached
Don Miguel. The bull was dead.
The spectators were full of glee,
they were full of excitement, they
were full of Tequila.”
| It’s Quadruplets . . .
(Continued from page 3)
The first game was a rather
hard fought contest and was de-
cided only by the technical su-
periority of the hometown play-
ers. Ending 49-44 it was one of
the many exceptionally breath-
taking games to take place this
year in Brother Tom’s coliseum.
Scores that followed hsowed a defi-
nite acceleration on the part of
the St. Mary”s team and a steady
diminishing of points by the Kings-
ville five. The last three games,
44-39, 51-39, and 41-31, bear out
this assertion.
Individual starring on the Rat-
tler squad reached a new peak.
However, as usual supremacy was
maintained by Rosie Vorpahl and
Mike Ball. At times it seemed
that Rosie was going to be re-
sponsible for the whole St. Mary”s
score. But then Mike would come
along as though he were the only
participant eligible to make points.
At least the spectators though so
when he began sinking one shot
after another with a rapidity that
greatly disheartened the Java vis-
itors. As usual master Mike was
distributing bruises and spills with
afacility that thrilled local med-
icos.
Close behind the two leaders
came Jack Allen and Arky Cros-
well. Jack, unusual, Spanish speak-
ing student, exhibited an evasive-
Former Rattler Sports Editor
Reveals Adventure
By Earl Drew
The best sportswriter ever to
contribute to The Rattler and
one of the better journalists of San
Antonio and St. Louis, is Martin
L. Duggan, whose work enhanced
this section previous to the pres-
ent scribbler. Duggan, better
known as "Dixie” is a veteran
writer, having worked with the
St. Louis Globe Democrat, whence
he obtained his city manners. Too,
Martin is possessed of unusual
sporting ability. However this ar-
ticle has not for its purpose not
the eulogizing of Mr. Duggan’s
accomplishments but to relate a
most unusual occurrence in his
past history.
It seems as though "Dixie” is
somewhat of a hiker. In fact, last
spring he made a regular habit of
strolling across the rolling plains
and rough hills that adorn the
landscape around St. Mary’s. It
was on one of these days when he
was feeling energetic when he
decided to walk to "Watch Hill”
a point six miles distant from the
University. Leaving after dinner
he set out at a brisk walk and
soon found himself enveloped in
the wilderness that is Bexar Coun-
ty. His eyes drank deep draughts
of the magnificent vendure that
poured into his being. Philosoph-
izing to himself, he pondered the
wonders of organic life that made
itself known to him. Finally he
reached the peak of a majestic
mound. Gazing back, he saw the
specter of the diminished Uni-
versity bathed in the haze of dis-
tance. He began laughing at the
confined creature hoveling with-
in its lifeless bounds. Turning his
back to the subject of his ridicule
he bounded forth onto a grassy
plain.
Looking for
a Nut?
About three in the afternoon
he came to a small stream and
lying down on his stomach he
looked intently into the swirling
stream. His small hand played
lazily in the cooling current.
However, Mr. Duggan was a man
of movement and, rising to his
feet he again resumed his progress.
Far off the beaten path he went.
No highway felt the thin bottoms
of his shoes. It was an escape
from society as hermit Martin
sought a haven in the arms of
dame nature.
Hunger Monger
Toward four o’clock a contrac-
tion inside his body gave evidence
that hunger had laid siege to him.
However he immediately saw the
solution to his problem in a small
bush covered with a profusion of
purple berries. Seizing a handfull
he thrust them into his mouth.
The overactive movement of his
jaw was evidence tnough of this
palate pleasure. Suddenly a violent
upheaval began in his entrails and
a most strange feeling accompan-
ied his convulsions. This was fol-
lowed by a most abominable taste
which filled his mouth. After
much eating of der raw leaves,
Martin continued on his way, his
love of nature somewhat dimin-
ished.
He had taken but twenty steps
before he began to worry. He was
hopelessly lost. His abundant
smiles had aseneded into their Val-
halla. In their place a most dis-
gruntled look held sway. Relying
on the knowledge he had obtain-
ed in the beaver patrol during
his scouting days, the youthful
woodsman began a systematic
procedure for regaining his sense
of direction. This availed noth-
ing and was supplemented by
promiscous wandering. Then hope.
A delapidated, deserted looking
house loomed up in front of the
wanderer. Here would be friends
who would redirect him.
Foghorn Voice
Reaching the front porch he
called out in a rasping voice.
Silence. Cautiously he walked on
the porch. Loudly he pounded on
the door. It fell in. Walking into
the living room he immediately
was cognizant of the complete
absence of habitation. "Perhaps I
could remain here for the night,”
said Duggan in a nervous voice.
ness that rivaled "Invisible Scar-
let O’Neal.” Accuracy in making
shots was especially prevalent in
the suave, diminutive basketeer.
Arky, as usual, pressed the oppo-
sition hard with his superior height.
Too, it is claimed that he vamped
Kingsville players by reciting to
them spontaneous verses concocted
in his fertile mind as he dribbled
gaily across the court.
Two new St. Mary’s performers
have been officially titled stars by
this sheet. They are "Long Jawn”
Warnke and Truman Neal. Their
great improvement is certainly re-
sponsible for Sam Harshany’s
glucklich.
Latest release by R. I. P. states
that the cigarette butts being
stuck into the sand of the "ash-
trays” on Reinbolt bridge are
1.843 612 inches longer than ever
before. R. I. P. wants to know
what kind of a student body hvae
we got—rich folks? —R.I.P.
As night sifted over the strange
house, "Dixie”’ resigned himself
to the fact that he would have
to remain there for the night.
Soon utter darkness permeated the
abode and the youthful writer sat
on a small box in the front room
looking out of a broken window
at the last fading bits of twilight.
An excellent idea came to him.
He would go up to the second
floor where perhaps he would dis-
cover some semblance of a bed.
Mounting the corrupted staircase
he courageously went upstairs and
entered the nearest room. Entering
the room he found a small trunk.
Opening it he found the most
curious article.
It is from this point on that
this writer is in the dark. Mr.
Duggan will reveal nothing else
but the fact that he has the small
trunk and its contents in his
closet. If you question him con-
cerning them he pretends ignor-
ance and will become slightly ir-
ritated. Hence the remainder of
the narrative and its findings must
remain a mystery for the time
being.
| Kansas Cagers . . . .
(Contimied from page 3)
cane, panic or other minor disaster,
the St. Mary’s squad is face to
face with impending victory.
Following their win over the
Kansas team the Rattlers will
saunter over to Canyon, Texas
where they will avenge them-
selves on the West Texas Buffs.
Other martyrs who must with-
stand the savagery of the local
team will be Hardin-Simmons and
Daniel Baker.
R. I. P. vigorously denies that
Walter Winchell, Ed Sullivan,
Dorothy Thompson, Leonard Ly-
ons, Sheilah Graham, Jimmie Fid-
ler or Mose Simms is the Road
Runner. You needn’t take their
word for it. —R.I.P.
Gymystery!
Episode II
"We could wait no longer,”
Gurgiolo continued, "and burst out
onto the gym floor and there to
our amazement was someone stand-
ing near the center of the floor.
Summoning our courage we simul-
taneously shouted at the intruder
who was enshrouded in the folds
of the thick night air. A gasp
was heard, followed by the rapid
shuffling of feet. Dashing toward
the disappearing individual we
soon found ourselves outside the
shower rooms. Cautiously enter-
ing these we made a thorough
investigation but found no one.
We concluded that the intruder
had left the building through one
of the windows and was probably
far distant. Assuming this we went
back to our beds and were soon
enfolded by deep sleep.
"I know not how long I slept
but my awakening was sudden.
As I lay there on my pillow I
pondered the cause for the disturb-
ance of my slumber. Then sud-
denly I was aware of a soft met-
talic scratch in the direction of
the door. Tilting my head for-
ward I fixed my gaze on the door
knob. Yes, even in the darkness
I could see that it was turning.
I was drunk with horror. My
breath seemed to cease as torrents
of sweat bathed by terorr-frozen
face. The turning stopped. One
of the hinges uttered a lifelike
screech and the door slowly gave
way. As the gap widened I tensed
myself for any eventualities. Half-
way open the movement of the
door ceased. Then the gap was
filled with the outline of a hu-
man form. My fingers clutched
the sheets. I wondered if my room
mate Riley was awake and under-
going this same fear-of-the-un-
known ordeal. Silence. Then a
sharp creak of the floor boards
followed by another and a third
person was in the room with us.
I knew the sequence of events
had reached such an acceleration
that I had but seconds to wait
for further development. I was
right, for someone else from out-
side came in and in joining his
mystery companion upset a stack
of cans with an unholy racket.
Spontaneously Riley and I sprang
to the floor and a grand melee
followed. We were face to face
with ....
(Continued next issue)
The ubiquitious R. I. P. in-
formers say that the peanut ma-
chine in Administration hall
cheats. They recently got more
salt than their share: 1.3 5 28 of a
gram for ten peanuts, which is
1.3 527 more than they should
have got. —R.I.P.
Furriners Call
St. Mary's
Home
Fifteen states and two coun-
tries (besides the U. S.) are
called "home” by students of
St. Mary’s university, according
to the records in the Registrar’s
office.
Young men seeking a higher
education come from the fol-
lowing states: Louisiana, Ar-
kansas, Missouri, Oklahoma, Illi-
nois, Georgia, Iowa, California,
New York, Minnesota, Michi-
gan, South Dakota, Pennsyl-
vania, and Indiana.
One student came all the way
from Maracaibo, Venezuela.
Three students from Mexico
City and one from Piedras Neg-
ras, Coahuila, are attending clas-
ses here.
With eight students from
Illinois, that state is the best
represented outside of Texas.
Four boys have their homes in
Missouri, while Arkansas and
Iowa each have three students
at St. Mary’s.
Latins Advocate
Jai Alai
Many of the Latin-born stu-
dents at St. Mary’s are clamoring
for a Jai Alai team at the Uni-
versity, claiming that its intro-
duction at St. Mary’s would prac-
tically supplant any other sport
now functioning there. Perhaps
they somewhat over estimate the
American appreciation of their na-
tive pastime but this democratic
editor believes their viewpoint
should receive some consideration
in this section.
To those readers who are fortu-
nate enough not to know how Jai
Alai is played, a brief explanation
is in order. Firstly the court.
It is an arena with a huge back
board at one end. On either side
will be found stands for the spec-
tators who throng to these
matches. Several men play on
each side. There are no statutes
to regulate the number of players,
but it is generally supposed that
each side has the same number.
The weapon used looks like a car
fender turned inside out. It is
with this that the player contacts
the pelota and drives it against the
backboard from whence an oppo-
nent will attempt to contact it.
This is kept up for an indefinite
length of time, misses are counted,
and the team with the highest
score usually wins except in revo-
lution, which has 29.
Now that you have acquired a
fair conception of this fast-moving
game you can readily see why our
Latin friends among us are so
anxious to instill their pastime
into our curriculum of sports.
Jai Alai players interested in
the formation of a team are asked
to meet at "El Jardin” on FFeb-
ruary 3 0.
Border Olympics
The Border Olympics, the
biggest, little sports event
of the western hemisphere, will
contain three St. Mary’s en-
trants this year. These are Jer-
ry Jarrett, who will represent
the University in the broad
jump. In 440 event, Rudy
Guest, pride of Preston’s will
leave cinders in opponents’
eyes. The Rattler’s entry in
the short dashes will be Elmer
McNight.
MAESTRO
The freshman-sophomore classes
of St. Mary’s present their third
pre-Lent dance at the Olmos Din-
ner club tonight at 9. Carol Lof-
ner and his orchestra furnish the
music.
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