Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1909-01-29
State College De-
feats Idaho.

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of the saccharine quality in the
victory over the University of
Idaho basket ball team in the loc-
al gym. last Saturday night.
This may be attributed to
the fact that Idaho came over
here determined to win at all e.
vents no matter how many men
might be killed off on either side
to secure the desired end.
The game was about as close
and as heartbreaking in all re-
spects, with the exception of the
final score, as the most eXacting
fan could desire. 1t was see
saw from whistle to whistle.
First the blackboard would show
a lead in favor of Washington
State only to be changed in a
few minutes to a lead opposite
the l." The final score of 21
to 20 tells the tale of a game
which would have been a world
beater had it not been so rough
at times as to resemble the, an
nual football battle in many
ways. And such a finish. With
the score tied at 20 and with but
a half minute Of play remaining
the crowd which lined the walls
of the gymnasium, both upstairs
and down. began to experience
a feeling as of an icy chill from
the Artic regions or the sudden
switching of the Japan current
about 1000 miles to the westard.
But a polar bear would have froz-
en- to death when Putnam calmly
entered the circle to try for a
free goal after foul had been
called on the Idaho quintet. They
very steampipes themselves be-
gan to crack with the extreme
cold when the ball began to sail
through the air in graceful form,
with the lots of English" F." and
seeming to twitch nervously as it
settled within the limits of the
iron rim as if in answer to the
silent prayer of the watching
Idaho players fain would disobey
the steady command of the mas
ter Putnam hand but could only
diverge slightly from its intend
ed path of rectitude. Then came
the hot wave. 1t was not one of
those gentle June zephyrs watt
ing in the scent of violets; it was
one of those real old dog day"
scorchers which would have made
the fierce Numidian lion meow
like stripping cat or the Fiji
islander hunt the shade in ten
seconds fiat. Just then the
whistle blew and everyone woke
up. Some of them jumped up and
came down stiff legged. The
game was over and the score
was q to 20, the former repre-
senting the sum total of the eff
orts of the Washington State
College basketball team. They
are Andy Anderson, captain;
Eddie Holcomb, manager Ivan
Putnam, Bunk Barnes and Pat
Crane.
1t is a matter of tradition,
borne out as we'll in recent years,
that every time the Washington
State College and the University
of Idaho come together, the offic-
ials figure more than ordinarily
in the results Of the contest.
Now, this is not the old after
math howl heard so commonly.
AS long as we have won we have
a right to state a plain, unvarn-
ished fact. Referee Halleck had
poor eye sight, perhaps tempo
prarily only. He apparently did
not see big HerK Smith slip over
those hay making punches or
numerous other roughness.
Pat Crane was the star basket
thrower for W.S.C., getting a
total of six baskets; Putnam Sc
cured one basket and seven free
throws; for Idaho, Lundstrum
shot two baskets, Montgomery
five and Smith one, while Ed
mondson got four free goals.
Referee Halleck called eight
fouls on the locals, nine on Idaho
and six on doubles.
The team lined up as follows:
w. S. c., Anderson, c.; Barnes
and Putnam, forwards; Crane,
Holcomb and Price, guards. ID
aho, Montgomery, c.; Smith and
Lundstrom, forwards; Cliff Ed
mondson, captain, and Edmond
son, guards.