SENSATIONAL TEAM APPEARS

Sensation of the minute for Hanover and surrounding precincts is the newly born organization which calls itself "The Gas-House Gang" and which concerns itself with basketball and buffoonery at one and the same time. The slight touch of madness that infused the Dartmouth spirit into a great football machine this fall has now been given plenty of rope, for the personnel of the "Gang" is simply the senior gridsters all over again with the exception of hockey-man-of-the-hour Gordon Bennett.

The idea really dates back to last winter when Mutt Ray and some of the present Gang went up to St. Johnsbury for a game. But when a promoter for the Lebanon basketball team approached Ray recently, asking for a team to play in that illustrious town, the burlesquing basketballers were on their way. Mutt conceived the idea of rigging out the eleven senior footballers in pre-historic court garb—knee-length pants, mustaches, sideburns and general Gay '90's style.

Thus, on the night of January 17 th, the Gas-House Gang made its debut before a crowded Lebanon gallery. They lost the game, but it won an immoral and immortal victory with a side-splitting display of grotesquely brilliant insanity in the form of such high jinks as you never will see on a court. Photographer Ralph Brown was on hand to render the moment to posterity with a picture which shows Tom Cohen in a knockout old-timer's manager suit along with those "grand old men" Merrill, Williams, McCray, Ray, Handrahan, Kiernan, Conti, and Camerer. The last named immortal contributed the highlight—if one can be selected—of the whole mad affair by whaling the ball gallery-west on a center-jump. Bill Cole and Hank Whitaker are other old tintypes, though they didn't make the picture. Such success has led to the formation of an ever-growing schedule which now includes some nine games. Hey, Rube!