Hockey
Dartmouth likewise experienced a disastrous hockey season, and as the games rolled along, it was simply not the Green's year on the ice. An uncertain pre-season period, during which time there was no ice available on which the team could practice, compelled the team to get off to a slow start which never quite oriented the sextet to the faster ways of hockey.
Two victories over Princeton are the only highlights of the season for the Green. The last game was 4-0, and was held on the Tiger's home ice because there were no facilities at Hanover.
Now Dartmouth is the proud possessor of a new indoor hockey rink, which is completed. It is an imposing structure, and once the natural ice formed on its indoor surface, it was there to stay, being in quality much superior to artificial ice.
In the two previous games before the dedication ceremonies with Harvard, Dartmouth had lost to Bishop's College by a 7-3 score, and were pummeled all over New Haven by a rampant Yale team to the tune of 11-1. It was the most disastrous defeat ever handed Dartmouth in recent intercollegiate hockey, and undergraduates dreaded to think of the dedication game with Harvard which loomed in the offing, for the Crimson, with Yale, were rated as hockey potential champions of the East.
Perhaps it was the immense throng which jammed every inch of space in the rink, perhaps it was the thought of traditional rivalry, but whatever the appelation may be, Dartmouth lost to Harvard by a slim 2-1 score in the dedication game, which might be taken for a moral victory.
For the first time this year, the Dartmouth attack was well coordinated, and the individual players matched stick for stick with Harvard's famous crew. Only a fast, knee high goal by Harvard's footballer, Barry Wood, meant supremacy to the Crimson.
Nathan Hawkes, Jr., was at goal for Dartmouth, and as is the case usually of a losing team, he was the star of the game. Hawkes, only a sophomore trying to fill the Ail-American shoes of Capt. Molly Bott, rose to the heights on several occasions by next to impossible saves, and was the potent factor in keeping the score down.
Ed Jeremiah was the main stay of the Dartmouth team, and in every game has been the lone spark plug in the Green attack. Capt. Harold Booma, when he once returned to form after a trip to the Pacific Coast, teamed well with Henry Johnson, another rugged football man, while Allyn, Fisher, Wentworth, Rockhill, Harold Andres, and Bill Morton rounded out the working team.
Following the Harvard game, the Dartmouth team romped through Amherst, curiously enough by an 11-1 score, but the boys from Massachusetts did not have any real opposition. There was a sentimental interest attached to this game for the older alumni, for Amherst is Dartmouth's original opponent if there ever was one. They appeared on both the initial football and baseball schedules, and continued to be traditional rivals for many years. Of late the Lord Jeffs have been infrequent visitors to Hanover, and this game, scheduled only the day before, marked one of them.
The return game with Harvard was played in Boston before a large house at the Arena, and the Crimson were again victors, this time by a 4-0 score. They were fortified by the return to good standing of Bobby Giddens, one of the real players in college circles, and Dartmouth never had much of a chance during the entire game, Jeremiah's playing being the only feature of the game from a Green viewpoint.
The Dartmouth freshman team, under the coachship of Chick Shea, has been winning its share of games, although they dropped a 2-0 decision to Yale, in what seems to be a usual procedure. But the freshman team seems to have a great deal of promising men, and by the end of their season an estimate of their worth can probably be given.
In freshman basketball, the situation has been one continual line of wins, except for a brief period following the mid-year examinations when the nucleus of the team was removed on probation, and Coach Chick Evans had his hands full trying to re-assort his various candidates. But all was soon right, and crushing defeats of both Harvard and Boston University followed on a trip away from Hanover.
We received a very interesting and flattering letter from Clarence McDavitt the other day regarding the data on Harry Hillman, Dartmouth's perennial track coach. It seems, and we discovered this, that McDavitt was sent out from Hanover around 1910 to look for a track coach, and the upshot of it all was that he found Harry Hillman. Just now we are composing a long interview with Harry, which when available will be an interesting saga of the man's experiences from the time he took over his duties to the present day. If possible, we will try to use this material in the MAGAZINE, for it will make good reading for every Dartmouth man who had the honor to know Harry Hillman.
As far as actual track news of the month goes, there is little, for the Harvard-Dart-mouth-Cornell triangular meet is still on the schedule for a future date, and so far men have been entered only independently, in such meets as the Millrose A. C. of New York, the K. of C. in Boston, and the annual Boston Athletic Association games.
The swimming team turned in a surprising win over Syracuse in a league meet, when everyone was counting them out. As is the case in most meets of this kind, the relay decided the meet for Dartmouth, with Cukor, McCord, Smith, Jeffery all doing fine swimming. Dartmouth has a starless aggregation this year with few veterans, but all of the meets have been close. Army was defeated 36-26, the relay team again giving the winning margin, while Dartmouth battled the great Rutgers team, with their Olympic George Kojac down to the finish, although losing by a 48-14 score.
Hosmer and Faye have been doing the diving, coming out fairly well, while Birnie in the 440, as well as Babbitt, Burkhardt in the backstroke and Pinney and Cardozo in the breaststroke have been the consistent performers.
Some well wisher in California sent this department an unidentified postcard showing orange trees in blossom and evidently the whole landscape bedecked with flowers. With the temperature at 24 degrees below zero, it only made us wish that next November were a little closer, and the Dartmouth-Stanford game a little more imminent.
