448 ST. JOHN'S RECORD
The final game, with Stout Institute November 11, has been canceled at their request. And so for this season at St. John's old King Football is dead: Vive le Roi, Basketball! It is useless and unprofitable to enumerate excuses for the many defeats. Without doubt there was something decidedly wrong, but who can say with justice where the fault lies? Let the curtain be mercifully drawn over one of the most disastrous seasons in the annals of any sport at St. John's and let the balm of future victories soothe the sting of these past defeats.
Despite the scarcity of scalps with which to deck their winter leggings, the Collegeville braves will now bury the hatchet.
ARE WE DOWNHEARTED?
SIDELINE CHATTER
By Broderick
The story runneth thus: The Conference football season of 1922 is over and the cold, bare facts show that St. John's reposes on the seventh rung of the ladder.
But the cold, bare facts do not show that in the course of the season, the 1 Fighting Johnnies ' playing their first season as a full fledged Conference team developed from a second-rated aggregation into an eleven which, in the words of Minneapolis sports writers will * henceforth be feared throughout the state/
' Your St. John's football team has improved seventy-five percent over last season,' remarked Referee J. C. Henderson to the writer last month. And the gentleman in question knows what he's talking about.
We asked Andy Parnell to give his selection of the luminaries during that Macalester battle. Andy confidentially told us that when he got poked in the eye by a Macalester cleat they all looked like stars.
Something new in the line of thrills hereabouts was inaugurated during the Ole-Johnnie mixup. Telephone lines, running from the press box on the sidelines up to the radio station carried the story of the game play by play. Thence it was flashed by radio to the fans in Northfleld.
Dick Pichotta said he first realized the victory of invention over incalcuable space when down in the press box he was introduced to a man from St. Olaf by another Northfielder up in the Science Hall. The wire connection was the medium.
Rev. Gilbert, who chanced to be in the cities during the Viking game saw two middle-aged fans reading the foobtall extra of the St. Paul Daily News which contained the result of the local game at the end of the first quarter.
* The Fighting Johnnies are three points ahead of St. Olaf,' remarked one of the sportsmen, * I hope that they'll win. The Collegeville football team is the cleanest aggregation in the state.' And his friend agreed heartily.
Late last month there occured a landslide at Terrace Heights. We refer, of course, to that St. Mary's game. We can't explain it. After the manner of Topsy, such things just happen.
