Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1932-12-04

Then the coach put a friendly hand on Bon9
shoulder. I'm starting Tug Evers," he said.
Wen need you to finish OF this game-fresh.'
Bob nodded, as If he heard without gathering
the words full import. With 10 minutes of
the final period left to play and Princeton out
ahead by one point, he still appeared daz [.
But when finally he replaced Evers he was
act on incarnate
With Joe Nelson vainly trying to skate even,
Bob swung down the ice AS if to attack
Princetons goal from in front, he drove straight
for the Tigers two defense men. But just as
Wlding, with determined smile, set himself
to check the Hobarth forward Bob dropped
the puck behind. Nelson, coming up, swept to
the right. Cutting back before Princeton's other
defense man could touch him, Nelson whammed
the rubber into the cage to tie the score at
fall
AS the puck slammed into the net, Bob Baker
an6 Ted Wilding slammed into the sideboards
The entire arena rose to its feet with thrill
Of expectant catastrophe. For it Bob who
bore the brunt of the resounding crash!
Peters, on the Hobarth bench waited for
red arm and bulky fist to shoot out from the
melee. In the Hobarth section a slim girls
heart stood still Next to her, a tall man in N
ulster barely breathed.
A split second passed The red arm did not
shoot out
Instead the referees white-sweatered arm
jerked toward the PENALTY box and, numbering
to his feet Ted Wilding skated reluctantly of
the ice. Without glance at his opponent, Bob
Baker slowly reached for his stick.
1t was with only five minutes of that nights
hockey game to go that the spectators of a
sudden realized they were watching the finest
exhibition of skating and stickhandling q
decade had seen on college ice. Bob Baker was
covering the rink like man in dream All
team play had gone into the discard. Hobarth
skaters were feeding their lanky center as If
for years they had trained only for these last
transcendant moments of his hockey career.
But although the Hobarth team continued to
rain veritable shower of rubber on Princeton's
goalie, the red light failed to flash.
1t was with 80 seconds to go, and overtime
looming, that Wilding of Princeton shared q
long rebound from his overworked goal-tender's
shin pads. Down the ice he plunged. Between
him and the goal lay only Hawksworth of Ho-
barth on defense and Sam Baldwin in the cage
itself But after him, from out the swirling
pack, burst lanky form in red with speed
that tore the crowd from its seats.
Hawksworth lunged at the Princeton attacker,
missed, and left the goal clear, Wilding had the
puck on the. end of his stick for a short
angle shoti
THEN the stands saw flashing skater sweep
long, red blade-to hook the puck clearly
from the end of the unsuspecting Vikings
stick. The next instant Bob Bakers lanky legs
struck out for Princeton's ice.
Above the roar of the crowd lifted vibrant,
feminine voice. Skate 1t, HOBBY boy! Skate It'll"
Newspapers next morning described that final
sortie:
TN dash the full length of the ice with q
speed and weaving agility unparalleled on COLI
lege Kinks in recent years, Bob Parker of Hobarth
last night proved himself one of the greatest
players collegiate hockey circles ever have
known. In the HOBBY Baker Memorial Rink
another Baker rose to the heights"
Ted Wilding verified the newspaper enco-
miums. In the dressing room where overjoyed
Red-and-White players lolled under warm, soul
soothing showers, he held a towel around his
middle with one hand and stretched out the
other to Bob Baker.
"Feller," he said handsomely you're skatin'
foo!"
His right hand bulky in bandages, Bob laugh
ed and took Wilding's In his left.
But it was In brilliantly lighted restaurant
far from the environs Of HOBBY Baker arena
that girl in red hat had her say. when
Wilding sent you into the boards that last time.
Bob, you gave me the most narrowing 10 Sec
onds of my nfe.''
1T was tough 10 seconds for me- too Sally.
Because while the deal with Uncle Tom had
kept me from poking Ted up to that time
Bob looked across the table at his broadly sinil-
ing uncle-"the only thing that saved me then
was that my broken middle finger hurt like
tarnation and couldn't double my fist" Bob
grinned infectiously.
Are you that was why you held back?s
asked Sally.
We'll" said Bob simply, "I just had to havs
that job, didn't ~"