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SPORTS
2nd F. M. S. Game
On February 19 the Virginia Epis-
copal School Bishops handed Fish- burne Military School a 43-40 defeat in Barksdale gymnasium.
The Bishops jumped an early lead and held it. The Bishops led 12-8 at the end of the first quarter and 22-17 at the half.
Fishburne started the ~econd half off big but were unable to keep it up. Then with only a few minutes left the Cadets struck back again only to be cut down as the game ended with a 43-40 triumph for the Bishops.
Carty was high man for the game
with I7 points and WilliaMs was sec-
ond with 14. Schenkel led the losers
The Screaming Wheels· -an original short story
by Hugh C. Edsall
It was dark and bitterly cold on the
top of Beach Mountain, as ~oe All~n sat in the cab of Number N1ne await- ing his orders. Number Nine was the largest and most powerful of the com- pany's trucks. . .
J o e wistful!y looked a t h1s Instru- ments, saw that the engine was prop- erly warmed up and that everything was in order.
Over the roo r of the big Diesel. Joe heard someone beating on the door. He opened it and let the foreman in.
"Allen," yelled the foreman ov~r the din, "you are to take an electron1c calculator, which is being loaded on number five trailer now, to Newland. You are to deliver it to the Bear Trail Atomic Laboratories. Here's your pass. You well know the impo:tance of this assignment. It can ru1n our company or help it tremendously. After careiul consideration, we select- ed you as our best driver, .t? carry the machine. Remember, 1t s deli- cate; try not to jar it. Good luck!"
"Thanks, Mr. King," mumbled J o e . "I'll need it."
As soon as Mr. King had left, Joe gunned his engine and backed off to get his trailer.
"Hey, AI," howled Joe, "where's number five?"
"Down at the end of the platform with that huge crate on it," was the reply.
"Thanks," J o e said as he rolled down to the end of the loading dock. As Joe backed carefully up to the trailer, someone jumped on his run-
ning board.
"I'll give you a clue," said the man.
"That thing on your tail is worth $1 7,000,000...
"Jumping Jehosephat!" cried Joe. "I knew it was valuable, but seventeen million!"
With a bang, the lock on the trail- er's "fifth wheel" caught, and he was ready to roll.
He put the truck in second and en- gaged the clutch. The truck refused to move.
"Holy Cow!" said Joe half-aloud. "Is this thing so heavy that I have to use double-low? '
"Yeah," said the man, getting off. "Eleven tons."
Joe ground it into first and gave his two hundred horses the soup. Slow- ly it started to move. Carefully he put it into second and started toward the gate. There he stopped again to
check his instruments, noting careful· ly his air and fuel pressures. These are very important to the heavy-trud driver.
After making sure that all was we he began his journey. He had thirt~ five miles to cover. It was all dowr hill except for a five-mile 1evel stretc in the center.
Everything went beautiful!~ durin the first half. He retarded h1s spee by keeping the transmission in third low range, and occasional braking.
At the halfway level stretch Jo shifted into ninth and rolled happ1l along with on'y an occasional glanc at his huge companion.
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down (a very labo rious procedure in volving double- clutching for eac shift) from ninth t o fifth. H e didn go any lower because the grade ha not yet become steep. .
"This air-operated clutch IS sure blessing," thought Joe. "It saves sc damn much work."
Then the grade became steeper.
"Have to shift down some more, said Joe as he put his foot on th clutch pedal.
Wham! The pedal dropped to tho floor.
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Hampden-Sydney Game
On February 17 Hampden-Syd-
ney's Junior Varsity. had. l!ttle trou~le after the first half m g1vmg the VIr- ginia Episcopal School Bishops their eighth straight defeat of the year.
The Baby Tigers were shown some real ball play in the first ~alf by the Bishops. But a f t e r t h e n 1t was t h e same old story. You can't win a. garr;e without points, and eight po1nts. 1n two quarters isn't much ... Half-time score had the Bishops trad1ng by one free throw but the second half was purely the Tigers'. As the final whistle blew the Baby Tigers had doubled the Bishops' twenty-four points.
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Joe checked his speed by shiftin Nixon (Samp!
foot hit the floor.
Then the truth hit him.
"Oh Lord! The clutch is gone! Th
air line must be broken. I can't shi~ down now!"
A quick glance at the b.ig glowin
instrument board showed him that tht
pressure in the air reservoir was droF An original t ping. The compressor was workin by Garder D full force. When I re
"Fine!" said Joe ironically as ht about eleph realized the full truth. "No air, 111 laugh. All brakes. How am I going to stop th They hire a
thing?" . large elepha He glanced at the speedometer:. holes in the
showed thirty-eight and was steadll up with sticks
rising.
Joe thought quickly-
"I can't possibly repair the leak," ht there to rot.
thought, "so I won't be able to us All of tho my clutch at all. I'll just have to sto they take onl the air-inlet to the clutch and pra is so easy to that the brakes stop her alone." alive. Why t
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so Iwon't be able to rely on an engine compression at all."
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With one hand Joe tore up tht match boxes.
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