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Then swelling into a roar, there was one word chanted over and over "Polaris Polaris Polaris...." The Polaris unit had reached the finals of the Academy tournament. During the intermission Charlie Wolcheck, unit commander of the Capella crew, walked over to the refreshment unit behind the grandstand where Steve Strong, Dr.
Time, ten and two-fifths seconds." "That's good for the heat, Will," said Foster warmly. "I'm not in training," said Will despondently. "The others aren't either, or at least not much. You had Ogden nearly winded, and when it comes to the finals you'll do him up," said Foster encouragingly.
I staggered painfully but successfully-with the lowest possible passing marks-through all my final tests. Now, after four years of college, I was eligible to sit for the A.B. examinations. Nevertheless, I hardly expected to avail myself of the privilege. The Serampore College finals were child's play compared to the stiff ones which would be set by Calcutta University for the A.B. degree.
"But someone dumped impure reactant into my " "What?" It was the first time Strong had heard of it and he listened intently as the cadets and Sid told him the whole story. "Why didn't you make a complaint?" demanded Strong finally. "We'd have given you more time to get squared away." "It's not important," said Kit. "I won a place in the finals and now the boys and Sid have helped me clean it out."
There were four of us in the finals, Fosgill, Tanner and Burt of the enemy, and I. Of course Patsy was there, and he worked like a Trojan. You could see, though, that it went against the grain with him to fetch for our opponents; Patsy had a good deal of the primeval left in him. And it's safe to say that no one there was more interested.
An amusing example, to all but the player affected, occurred at the finals of the Delaware State Singles Championship at Wilmington. I was playing Joseph J. Armstrong. The Championship Court borders the No. 1 hole of the famous golf course. The score stood at one set all and 3-4 and 30-40, Armstrong serving. He served a fault and started a second delivery.
"I rather guess it will," laughed his classmate cordially. He was as greatly surprised as any one that day, but he was too generous to begrudge any praise to Peter John. "Now see that you do as well," said Peter John, as the call for the finals in the hundred-yard dash was made. Will made no response as he advanced to take his place.
But Ham and I had lost a little fat ourselves, and we had learned a whole lot about the iniquity of selling goods that you haven't got, even when you do it with the benevolent intention of cheapening an article to the consumer. We got together at his office in the Board of Trade building to play off the finals with the bull crowd.
The finals was more or less of a family party. It was an all-Philadelphian affair, two Philadelphians competing with 14,000 more cheering them on. Johnson was unfortunate. Saturday the match was started under a dark sky on a soft court that just suited him. I have seldom seen Johnson play so well; as always, his judgment was faultless. We divided games with service with monotonous regularity.
The finals of the championship of France were held during our stay and, greatly to our surprise, A. H. Gobert, the defending title holder, fell a victim to his old enemy, heat, and went down to defeat before Samazieuhl.
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