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...Only members are allowed to eat in its restaurant and have the expense put on their college bills. Only members are allowed to use its Library. "The Best Bentleman's Library in the Country," its reading room where current magazines and newspapers are on file, or its pool and billiard room...
...many of the balls he tried vainly to return; they marveled, at the same time, at the assurance of blond, pouting Vincent Richards, who paid no attention to the spots but drove, lobbed, half-volleyed as if every ball rose to his racket from the immaculate baize of a billiard-table. Without glaring, without sacerdotal muttering, he defeated Champion Tilden...
This is the old familiar plaint of those who are continually weeping over the American college. It is shown that if a man receives a real education at college, he does so in spite of the college and not because of it. Statistics are produced to show that the billiard room of the Harvard Union is more popular than its library; that only six men submitted essays in the Union essay contest, while over one hundred entered its bridge tournament. The doubtful inference is drawn that the college is responsible for this deplorable state of affairs...
...father was a barber ..." With this curt outline of his genealogy, William Hoppe, billiard "champion of champions," opens his autobiography,* proceeds to tell how he learned to play billiards when he was so small that h' had to stand upon a chair; how he won the world's championship, played before kings, statesmen, presidents; how Mark Twain, that voluble billiard-fan, told him a funny story; how he toured the world with Jacob Schaefer, "the Wizard." Hoppe defeated Jake Schaefer, but the old man trained his son, young Jake, to take revenge. Once, indeed, young Jake defeated Hoppe...
...ivory spheres, the game began that was to be an epilog, an answer. Schaefer won the bank, missed his shot; Hoppe, attempting a difficult around-the-table shot, failed, too; again Schaefer missed. The gallery shifted uncomfortably; gentlemen regarded one another in amazement. Were these scratchers the two greatest billiard players in the world? Hoppe chalked his cue, made a run of 86. This, the gallery thought, was something like it. The game went on. Neither man was at his best, but Hoppe was the smoother of the two. Then Schaefer got the balls against the cushion, began...