Intramurals Intramural sports equipment is not limited to one ball and a bare spot of ground. There are enough badminton birds at Weber to stock an aviary. Tiny ping pong balls, baseballs, volley balls, basketballs, service balls-the key room attendants see circles. Mesh masks, padded jackets, button foils bring back the days of Dumas' heroes. The stout yew bow of Robin Hood finds a modern counterpart in polished cherry wood with arrows enough to make any Indian jealous. The Feminine Touch Seeing double. Volley Ho! Right between the eyes. A chart hung outside the girls' locker room proclaims to passsers-by the latest ranking of intramural scores among the feminine teams. It would seem logical for the Squaws to choose archery, for the Sea Nymphs to take to the water. But among all groups a hot contest wages continually for supremacy on land and in the water. The basketball tournament, which drew one of the largest audiences of the season, was carried off by Sophvita. Wielding squash paddles puts muscles into many complaining arms. The lighter badminton racquet and the baffling birds working as a team erased many pounds originating from College Inn malts. The faculty by might and main and default won the basketball from struggling male teams. Golf, not all caddying, put new aches into fallen arches. Baseball, with new curve pitches and screwballs, made diamonds dangerous places for picnics. Managers Maxine Whittaker and Norman Fox were well satisfied with their charges. Time out from squash. Shades of Dumas.