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THE MAROON TIGER
Page Thirteen
By William M. Nix
Probably the lacing that Morehouse received
from Morris Brown on Monday night, January 18,
at the Sunset Casino, plus Uncle Frank’s failure
to take three of his “mainstays” to Fisk with
him, the addition of a crack freshman team, com
posed of Pye, Coffee, Myles, Brown and Mitchell,
to our squad at the beginning of the second
semester, and the thrilling exhibition of cage tech
nique as demonstrated by the second team against
Fisk (twice) and Talladega, were much needed.
Since that time the Tiger quintet, suffering from
a bad case of “winners epidemic”, garnered vic
tories over such notables as the spectacular
“razzle dazzle” team (even on a basketball court),
LeMoyne, Fisk, Morris Brown, Talladega, and
the heretofore invincible ’Bama State five.
From every view point the Morehouse-Morris
Brown game was a disgusting spectacle. It was
supposed to have been a cinch for the lads in
Maroon and White, in fact, too much of a cinch.
Ah, but they—these boys from the Tigers lair,—
were a cocky group, too cocky, indeed for their own
good. With the exception of Bush’s initial field
goal, Morehouse trailed in the scoring honors
throughout the game; at half time the score read
8 to 5 in Morris Brown’s favor, the resultant score
of 21 to 18 still favored the Wolverines.
Hubbard and Cab Greene showed vast signs of
possible polish. Sad Sam Jones, too, could now
have ben placed in this category had he not been
continually crying, (protesting) over the officials
decisions. But “our immortals”, where were they?
Oslin, Clark and Harris were definitely out of
the running. They failed to follow up shots when
and if they were made. But Page and Bush—these
our respected men—even they let us down. Yes,
it was all Morris Brown that night—too much
Morris Brown.
Since a goodly portion of our former scoring
threats failed to “encor” for Fisk, a great
deal of interest was created over the outcome of
the Fisk games (since two were to be played).
However the staunch Maroon followers were de
lighted to learn that Page and Bush plus Kirtley,
Myles, Johnson, Nix, Dawson and Echols had an
nexed victories of 28 to 23 and 32 to 22 over the
Bulldogs.
Once home again the Housemen won decisive
victories from Talladega, 35 to 18; LeMoyne, 42
to 31; Fisk, 30 to 22; and Morris Brown, 30 to 16.
Much interest centered around the Morehouse-
LeMoyne and Morehouse-Morris Brown games.
The much heralded yellowjacket team was just as
thrilling and spectacular in “palming” and pass
ing a basketball as they were last fall in demon
strating numerous tricks with a football. Then
came Morris Brown. The Wolverines were com
pletely humbled in their return game with the
Tigers. So accurate was their passing, so efficient
was their shooting, and so close was their guard
ing that the Maroon and White quintet (up until
two minutes of half time) tallied 18 points to Mor
ris Brown’s lone charity fling. With the whistle
that sounded the mid-way mark, Morris Brown
made her initial field goal of the game.
Having first made their debut to the Atlanta
fans in the Fisk and Morris Brown games, the
“freshman varsity” team along with the More
house “big five” (the little “five” having been left
at home) was the stimulus that at last avenged
the upsets and setbacks that Morehouse has suf
fered at the hands of the pugnacious ’Bama State
Hornet. So the report goes, with the score at a
20 to 20 deadlock Coffee dropped four field goals
in as many minutes of play—the final minutes
at that—to boost the score to a 28 to 20 score.
Ramp Page is reputed as having tallied the last
on his favorite down the-center-shot. The game
is one for the Morehouse annals, since it broke the
jinx (we hope) that ’Bama State has held over us
for the past three years.
Still on its winning spree, Morehouse surged
ahead of Talladega on the latter’s floor Saturday
night, February 13, by a one point margin to win
the game 23 to 22.
MOREHOUSE NIPS THE HORNET
By W. W. Jackson
The mighty Maroon Tigers came into their own
on the night of February 13 when they crushed a
flashy ’Bama State Hornet by the score of 30-20
in the Hornest’s nest, Gullibody Gym. Until this
game, it seemed as if the Hornets held a charm
over the Maroon clad lads from Atlanta, but on