Each year when the ice was strong enough, the hockey players in the club would take us non-skaters down to the lake in front of the boathouse for some “tripod hockey.”  Goals were set up and we would play with brooms.  If either of your legs or the broom came off the ice you would likely fall.  Afterwards, we’d make a long, long skate to the King’s Inn for burgers and beer.

Jack Doran ’68
Bellevue, Wash.