Occom Pond and Such

However, the thaw itself came late enough to permit the intramural hockey schedule to get off to an auspicious start. Four fraternity games a day are run off, as well as any number of impromptu games furnished by lower classmen who have enrolled in the sport for their recreation. It is our point of view that these fraternity games are far more entertaining to watch than most of the big league games. This is a rash statement, no doubt, but one has only to witness the wild light of ambition in the lads' eyes, and to hear the thousand verbal battles which are an integral part of every game, to know that we've not understated the case in the least. The partisanship of the crowds is a delightful thing to behold; advice by the hundredweight, and sour observation by the bushel issues therefrom, and as much attention is given one as is given the other. And all this in the somber black and white setting of Occom Ridge and the Golf Course which we wouldn't even bother to compare with the smoky confinement and cold formalism of a hockey-rink.

As you may have inferred, there was skiing for a short time while the skating held for about a week longer. Incidentally, Occom Pond boasts a Policeman now, whose duty it is to guide old ladies and overenthusiastic youths into the paths of righteousness and out of the paths of speed-skaters. He discharges his office with that certain brand of conscientiousness peculiar to Hanover's own dear Special Police Force. There is a certain air about him which we find it hard to explain perhaps the recesses of your memories will make out what we mean.

Nor is that all; a section of the pond has been set apart for curling, and a surprising number of the faculty ("Ah, 'tis in the blood, my son!") have already been seen out propelling the ponderous stones toward invisible goals. We have reason to believe that the sport will not extend itself to the student body.