two points. The Lions took the first game by a score of
44-40, a feat which set the tongues of even loyal Grads’

supporters wagging.
“They’re slipping! The great Page-machine is about to

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crumble! . Such were some of the hoarse whispers
heard in the stands on that memorable night. But as the
timekeeper began to take in first pressure on the trigger,
something happened—a miraculous something, character-
istic of the Grads in a crisis. A spark fused, streaking like a
directed meteorite from some concealed force, to detonate
in the form of Miss Noel MacDonald, the world’s greatest
centre ace.

Miss MacDonald has snatched a pass out of thin air.
With two rangy Eldorado checks flashing down on her, the
Edmonton star coils weaves, ducks, all in the one motion.
She flys down on the enemy basket and shoots on the fly.

A breathless pause! To a thunderclap of cheers Noel
scores. She has knotted the count at 35-35.

Again this marvellous centre wizard snags a
pass. She evades a check, fakes a pass, then
whirls down the floor. But she realizes that
there is no more time left. Eldorado girls
swarm down on her but suddenly she wheels
in an amazing double pivot. Her slender arms
stretch. Her wrists snap!.. .

A pin could be heard to drop as thousands
of eyes follow the trajectory of the ball. It
zooms, then sinks. . .

The crack of the timekeeper’s gun is
smothered beneath a terrific cataract of sound
as excited fans pour down from their seats.
Noel has won the most spectacularly dramatic
game the Grads ever engaged in. But what of
Noel?

_ At centre floor she reels dizzily and crumples
to the boards. Mr. {Continued on page 41}

 

The mighty coach and his unbeatable

Commercial Grads, greatest women's

sporting aggregation of modern times . .

with a record of 417 wins out of 431

games. Photographs by Alf Blythe,
Edmonton