St Joseph Academy - Sajoscript Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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SANDALPHON All Shakesperean Star Basketball Smintet . LINE-UP MARC ANTONY .... ........ . . .R. F. HAMLET ......... . . .L. F. RIACBETH ........... ...... C . flENRY V, Captain . . . . . .R. G. SHYLOCK .......... .... L . G. lll'ARC ANTONY Cforwardb : Fans, rooters, spectators, lend ine your cheers, I come to shoot the ball, not to fumble it. The scores that forwards make, encourage them,-M The fouls oft lead them to their doom! The noble coach hath told us That long passes are seldom completed. If we throw one, 'tis a grievous fault And grievously must we answer it. I-IAMIIET Cforwardj : To shoot, or not to shoot,-That is the question: Whether 'tis better on the tioor, to suffer The bold affronts of persistent guards, Or to take a chance 'gainst enormous odds, And, by shooting increase the score U!-to win,-A to conquer, No more, and, by a trick pass to center To win the cheers and applause That basketeers fall heir to-,Tis a sport Greatly to be admired. To win, to conquer ,- To win, perchance the Tournament! Aye, there's the rub! lllACBETH Ccenterj : Is this a basket-ball I see before me, Descending toward my hand? Come, let me tip thee: I'll catch thee not, neither will I drop my arm. Art thou not, oh pigskin, liable To punishment from mortals U! or art thou but A spherical body, proceeding through the ether? I jump, and it is done, the whistle calls us. Mark it Well, playersg for it is a sound That signals us to victory or defeat. HENRY Cguardb : Once more into the fray, 0 guards, once more, And break up that pass with outstretched arms! On the sidelines, there is nothing so becomes a player As peaceful quiet and solicitude: But when the shrill whistle sounds in your ears, Then put up a front like a brick wall, To grit your teeth, and steady all your nerves, Hold fast the ball, and rouse up every spirit To its full height! page one hundred twenty-nine

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SANDALPHON SIIYLUCK Cguardj : You call me unfair and rough- Ofttime, e'en from the sidelines I hear The hiss of ignorant mortals and their complaints Well then, it now appears you m-ed my help: 'l'l1e1'efo1'0, you come to mo, and you say, Shy1ock, we must not let them have a basket. You, that did scorn me after 'l'u0sday's graino xvllllll you said that I committed too ma11y fouls- And thus we lost the 'll0llI'I12ilIl011t. What should I sav to you? Should I not sa 6 n U I 1 . I , ' Fan' ones, you looked on me NVltll illSll21lIlg You s llI'll,d me such a da - another time 7 You called me rougrhg and for these C0lll't0S10S I'll play with all of you 'V' Yea for such is the life of a ffuard! ! D L ,Q H V Q2li 1 T, fi Nm, pm wx 4' ES!! H+ 4 Fi 9?-Wil . 0 'f-,clls p page one hundred thirty