Judge — June 29, 1929 — page 23: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

AIG A few weeks ago I referred to my participation in a Ping-Pong tournament. My participation at that time should be only slightly referred to, however, what with being out of training—T've been going in for sweets heavily of late—and the fact that I lasted but two gasping sets. I had never played the game before this tournament. 1 opened cold, if you please, against a seeded player. His was a) lightning serve—a_ hippitty-hoppitty serve which confused both ball and me. During the first set’s play I failed ty return a ball across the net until the fourth point of the sixth game. I had been stroking gracefully and fanning the ball most of the set. Ao spectator, JUDGE PING PONG , WHAT Ho! | handle of the racket. The ball shattered into thirty-nine pieces as it sailed back toward the net. There was considerable discus- sion as to whether [ had won the point. Part of the pieces of the ball had fallen on one side of the net and part on the other. We counted the picces and found that sixteen fragments of the ball had fallen on my side of the net and twenty-three fragments on my opponent's side. 1, therefore, won the point, and glasses were clicked and my health and prow- ess toasted. The second and last set pro- tressed smoothly with ine scoring no more points, Ping-P: or Table Tennis if you prefer, is a game not to be for whom I have little respeet, casually re marked too loudly that 1 might just as well play with’ a palm-leaf fan and keep myself cool, My winning point in the last game of the first set) was sensation ally played and worthy of record. My opponent served a cannon-ball to extreme corner of te, I leaped at with tightly held racket. A buffet lunch had been served a few minutes before and one light of. Its popularity of twenty years ago is on. the to being sur- The élite of Point, in’ the of I Is- land's what-ho North Shore, is missing ils to play the -. Most Country Clubs are installing her and flabby physiques. It is sur- prising the exercise one gets from it. The game should be played dressily. One should of the spectator-guests, for whom I have little re had wandered into the Pong scene cating a banana. At the moment I leaped at the ball the banana 5 slipped from the spectator’s hand and found its haven beneath one of my flitting feet. Considerable momentum was thus added to my rush at the ball. Ia not one to let go a a wear a heavy sweat shirt and white ducks. ers should be worn careless ba aters. I'd like to encourage a Na- tional Ping-1 Tourna ment and if the name Ping- Pong sounds too silly, let's get together and coin a real red-blooded name. In. fact, I'll award an autographed Ping-Pong ball to” whoever sends me a name that doesn’t moment, please know, and : 7 Bi. induce thoughts of — wrist with the help of the banana ad 1 crashed into the ball, hit- I'd like some quick sug ting it firmly just above my SIOWNG gestion from my public—I encircled thumb with — the slapping = lose sleep easily, vor Teen lose sleep easily, you know comicbooks.com