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...University wrestling team will face strong opposition this afternoon when they meet the Princeton mat-men at Princeton at 2 o'clock. The Orange wrestlers had had a fairly successful season till they bowed before the M. I. T. mat-men on February 25. Captain Morrison of the Tiger team is a wrestler of exceptional ability and in the Technology meet he distinguished himself by gaining a decision over Butler, the M. I. T. captain who has twice held the New England championship in the 145-pound class. Cutis Nolson '24 will face him in the feature bout...
...this evening on the main floor of the Hemenway Gymnasium. The Union grapplers are a strong lot and defeated Cyclone Burns' feet M. I. T. team by the score of 14-9. Meyerson, the Union's captain, and amateur middleweight champion of New England, is an especially clever wrestler, but he will have stiff opposition in Cole, who wrestles in the 158-pound class. Captain Walker and Freedman are also expected to show up well for the Crimson. This will be Lockwood's first appearance in University bouts but he has shown some excellent work in practice with his lighter...
...first meeting of the Freshman wrestling team yesterday in Hemenway Gymnasium was attended by 25 men. J. F. Brown '22, captain of the University wrestling team, and Mr. Frank Jeddey, a professional wrestler, spoke on training while J. P. Merrill '23, manager of the University wrestling team, outlined the plans for the season. The competition for the managership of the Freshman team is still open. Candidates should report today at 3 o'clock at Hemenway Gymnasium...
John Fiske Brown '22 of Plymouth, Mass., has been reelected captain of the University Wrestling team for the coming year. Brown, who is a heavyweight wrestler, also played on the championship University football team of last fall, and is now throwing the hammer for the track team...
...chosen with an eye for pleasing these feminine sycophants. The performance was lightly considered; the real work of the evening began on the waxed floor after the final curtain had rung down. The play itself was pitifully colorless: an unmitigated burlesque from its slap-stick dialogue to the heavyweight wrestler who, resplendent in pink tights and a blonde wig, tripped coyly around an umbrela, designed as a parasol, and sang about the pattering raindrops, as a member of the pony chorus. The loyal alumni were sorely tried, and equally disgusted, but the house was still packed and applauded faithfully...