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After
several weeks of hotly contested matches, Glenridge's Champ,
Cebern Baker, pulled ahead with a fabulous shot to win the
gold "Pot".
The tournament, which began March 19, with
six contenders: Mr. Baker, Mr. Wiesner, Miss Lyle, Mrs. Robertson,
Mr. Sherfey and Tim Bassler.
Miss Lyle was disqualified in an early round
when she tiddled into Bassler's open (naturally) mouth. She
contested the decision so vehemently that referee Mike Taylor,
agreed to a retiddle, but Bassler had swallowed the tiddly
wink. Miss Lyle said later that she felt Bassler, in this
case, should have been considered the "pot" and
that her tiddle was good even if the wink had been partially
digested.
The match between Mrs. Robertson and Mr.
Sherfey was a fine display of athletic prowess. Mr. Sherfey
finally tiddled ahead when Mrs. Robertson was hit in the eye
by a piece of bubble gum she had mistaken for a wink.
The contest between Mr. Weisner and Mr.
Baker came to an abrupt end when Mr. Weisner suffered a recurrence
of "house maid's knee" and had to be carried from
the arena.
The final wink-off on March 28 found contesters
in great shape before a capacity crowd of students and faculty.
Bassler, whose mouth had been taped shut by referee Taylor,
obviously suffered under tremendous mouthicap, and kept tiddling
into his shirt pocket.
Sherfey and Baker went wink after wink,
neck to neck, nose to nose, thumb to battered thumb. The tiddling
arena grew larger and larger as these two champs battled it
out to the end.
The final shot (that will be heard all around
the world) was a beauty. Baker tiddled 28 feet, caromed off
a passing cat, and into the pot. |
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Ray
for Rusty
He's my lad
I raised him from
A little tad
Ray for me,
I'm Rusty's Dad. |
A
cheer for Gary
And for his brother
Then cheer for me
'Cause I'm his mother! |
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Hip,
hip for Charlie
See him pant
Hip, hop for dear
Ole Charlie's Aunt! |
You
can't read
And you can't write
But I'll give an "A"
If you win tonight!
Yeah, teacher! |
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Oh,
do cheer dewey
He's a pearl
And do cheer me
I'm Dewey's girl! |
Go
Joe! Go Joe!
Tear down the house!
Hip, hip, hooray for
Joe Hobbs' spouse! |
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