SMYRNA BASKETBALL TEAM

We left the High School at nine o'clock. Mrs. Banks and the team, making eight, including the driver. The day was clear and warm. We had a fine trip, no "breakdowns" or accidents. We arrived at Newport at twelve o'clock. The game was to be at three-thirty. We went to the "hotel" Reste then went out and bought lunch. Next we went to the school building, dressed and praticed (sic) until the game. This being our first game, we felt doubtful as to the outcome. Our greatest handicap tho was the absence of any "rooters." The game was real rough. We had to play fast and hard. But the victory was ours. Score 10 - 5. We went back to the "hotel" and there met Mr. Banks and the boys who had just arrived via Morehead. We told them all our "troubles." We had to stay in Newport until the train came. We bade farewell to the town at eight o'clock p.m. "just as the train pulled out." We arrived at Beaufort where we hired a truck to take us home. We reached home at ten-thirty, tired but satisfied.

We left home at ten o'clock on the "Bernice Cree." This sea-worthy craft was under the able command of Captains T. R. Bell and Charles Smith. We made a short stop at Davis where a few more passengers were added to our list. Here also, we bought a supply of crakers (sic), pickles and oysters of which we were all very fond, (especially Mr. Banks). At one o'clock we cooked and served lunch. We reached Atlantic at three o'clock. The game was scheduled for this hour so we played immediately upon our arrival at the school building. This time there was no lack of "rooters." The game was full of "pep" tho rather rough. Ethel was hurt in the first quarter. At the close the score was 18 - 1 for us. We departed from Atlantic "just as the sun went down." We served supper on the return trip. Then we sang songs and danced. We greeted Smyrna again at about eight o'clock. We all voted this "a very pleasant trip."

This game was to be on the home court. The weather was cold and cloudy. The team was on the court and the crowd had gathered two hours before St. Paul got here. This was the roughest game we had played yet. There were a lot of fouls called on both sides. Still it was easy work for us to run the score up to 27 against thiers (sic) of 2. We went home very tired but feeling that "the work was well done."

The weather was almost freezing. We went on an open boat. We were almost "stiff" when we reached Beaufort, whether from cold or fright it would be hard to tell, for we were well acquainted, thru various reports, of the excellent work of this strong team. Here we expected to meet our "Waterloo," but we determined to die fighting. On reaching Beaufort we learned that they were scared of us as well. There was a large crowd of spectators each yelling for thier (sic) favorite team. This game was fast but not rough. We surprised ourselves. We beat Beaufort. Score 19 - 12. We received the congratulations and praise feeling that we justly deserved them. We came home feeling that we could beat anyone, for hadn't we beat Beaufort?

This game was to be on the home court. We went into this game feeling confident of wining, this was on the help and the hearty support of the whole school. As to the yelling, was the greatest help of all. Morehead City was easily vanquished. This was a rough game. We had to be "up and doing" to keep from being killed or cripled (sic) for they were big people and clumsy. Never again will we be afraid of the "City Wonderful." The score was only 32 - 2. That wasn't so bad for the people in the "sticks," was it Morehead?

This game was on the home court. It was witnessed as the larggest crowd of spectators that we had yet had. This game was rought "with a vengence." They threw all rules and regulations to the winds (if they had any) and "walked into us" intending to win or kill. At first we were too surprised to do much of anything, but we soon woke up and let Atlantic known that we were made of the "stuff" that could get rought too. We had a lively old time for a while and had the score 15 - 4 (in our favor) when our "honorable opponents" got "mad" and quit. No ammount (sic) of persuading could get them to finish the game. "Ain't I made?" They are some sports, those people from Atlantic are.

We left home at nine o'clock on the "Cherokee." We had a full load of passengers. We sang almost all the way there. The game was at two-thirty. It was rough and fast. A lot rougher than the last game with them. They seemed to think that there was more than one way of winning. But, old Morehead, you had to "hand it to us again." We were too much for you. Score 18 - 2. We had a fine trip back in the moonlight. We came home signing songs of victory.

This was the last and the most important game of the season and was to be on the home court. This game was the cause of considerable interest on both sides, for in a way it was the deciding game. We were nervous over the matter for we realized what was expected of us and what we wanted to do. The game started off snappy. For a while Beaufort was in the lead, but not for long. For who wouldn't do thier (sic) best with all that "yelling" by our loyal supporter? We got ahead and stayed that way. Didn't we feel proud over winning the "championship of Carteret County." But there is "never a rose with a thorn" and Beaufort we don't blame you for all those tears.

Newport forfeited thier (sic) second game by not coming. 2 - 0.
St. Paul forfeited thier (sic) second game by failing to play after we went down there. They knew we would get it anyway, but we were not satisfied we like to play and win that way.