Batavia High School - Bee Aitch Ess Yearbook (Batavia, IL)

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. Bee Aiich E55 - 1912 Page One H7l7ld7'6d T hiriy-T h-ree The Championship Games fin Detail, 'Twas a February morning, and on the twenty-third, The hnal call for Championship we all had plainly heard. Our High School team was ready, with rooters just a few- Bound for old DeKalb town, to see what they could do. The players went on business, not on pleasure bent, They went to claim the honors in the High School Tournament. The classes from the High School bade a glad farewell- In hopes to be successful and victory to spell. Vve reached our destination, just about at noon, Conhdent and happy as we'd be a day in June. p Strolling thro' the city, strolling up and down, At leisure walked our people as if they owned the town. We went to the gymnasium and found a place to sit: A place which had a graveyard on ev'ry side of it. Nevertheless we entered, regardless of all means- The place filled toits limit, and packed in like sardines. The basket-balls were thumping, waiting was not long- Then DeKalb and Hinsdale were ready for the gong Instructions then were given to each team's eager man, After which-the whistle-and the Tournament began. Starting like a whirlwind, DeKalb took quite a lead, lt seemed the Hinsdale players, their signals did not heed. Neither used much team work, it should have brought a hiss-- VVhen nearly ev'ry player would throw a hit or miss. But still the game amused us, they kept right at the grind- VVith Hinsdale working furiously to comeiup from behind. The game was full of free throws, which Hinsdale threw first rateg DeKalb, the hrst half gathered, thirteen to l'linsdale's eight. l2v'ryone was happy and practising their cheers- Cheers we will remember, for years and years and years. After intermission the same teams trotted out-- ' They looked to be quite equal, the outcome was in doubt. They played the second spasm, as they did the first, Wlien Hinsdale, energetic, rallied with a burst. The final gong was sounded, DeKalb one point aheadg Officials checked the scorebooks, a tie was found 'twas said.

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