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SMAD. An Organ of Student Opinion. 1936. Volume 7. Number 5.

Basketball

Basketball.

After going without tea and waiting around in a draughty corridor, "Smad" was kept at bay for twenty minutes with social small talk before MISS BELL condescended to tell us something about the basketabllteam's chances at Tournament. Even then we suspect her maidenly forbade her to spill much despite our most searching questions.

Glancing furtively at our wrist-watch we decided not to mince matters.

"By the way, what do you think of your chances?"

"Well, I really don't know. You see—" We were not to be beaten likethat, however, so we put it another way.

"How's the team going?"

"Oh, yes-of course!" This last admonishingly, but we deterred.

"And working up a good combination?"

"Yes the team's all right." We were glad of this, but felf we were losing our grip somewhat, when we were interrupted.

"There's one thing that isn't quite so good."

"What's that?"

"Marie Walker has developed appendicitis and will have to be replaced."

"Appendicitis?" We at once endeavoured to assume an air of surprise and sympathy.

"That will mean playing an emergency."

"Tough luck," we murmured.

"How will that leave you?"

"Naturally weaker, but—"

"You think you'll pull it off? Of course you will," "Smad" reassured her, not wishing to dwell on morbid topics. "Now what about other Colleges?"

Miss Bell hedged once more with her "I don't know," but we gather-eventually that C.U.C. are stronger than last year, but A.U.C. considerably weaker, with O.U. still an unknown but probably strong quantity.

"Now," we began, working up to the all-important question, "how do you think you'll go against them?"

"I really don't—"

But, no! "Smad" was not to be baulked again. This was the time for drastic measures.

"Do you know there's a bloke in the College laying odds that V.U.C. won't win a match?"

"Well, he'll jolly welllose his bets. I reckon we'll get into the Finals."

"Smad" relaxed-our work was done.