Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-11-24

Penn-syl-va-ni-a-
Because the Tiger nipped you when you tried
to twist his tail,
You're not disEraced so deeply that revenge
will not avail
Heal the wound forever by humiliating Yale.
So, boys, go in and win.
Yale is not invincibIe and trembles at the news
or Pennsylvania's prowess and is shaking in
her shoes
Snatch the pennant, Quakcrs, it's a chance
you daren't lose.
So, boys, SO in and win,
As everybody knows, the Quakers did not
indulge very extensively in the pennant
snatching business, but they did succeed in
scoring and went home singing to the tune
of THE Man Who Broke the Bank at Mon
to Carlo
We're the team that broke the rush line from
New Haven
When the Harvard cohorts were gather
ing at Springfield. Mass, for the great an
nual battle with Yale in 1890, their courage
was undaunted by the defeats of II years.
and they sang the following prophetic song:
In eighteen hundred and ninety. too,
Skew ball, skew ball;
In eighteen hundred and ninety, too.
Skew ball, says.
In eighteen hundred and ninety, too,
Well plant the crimson above the blue.
Then well all drink till we're stone blind,
Johnny, I'LL up the bowl.
They kept their word about the crimson
planting by defeating Yale II to 6, and the
truthful historian is compelled to add that
the stone blind business was not altogether
neglected, for far into the early hours of
the next morning the streets of Springfield
re-echoed with the words of a song that
was geographically reported as follows:
In eighteen hun'rd n nine. too,
Skhew ball! Skhew ball!
N eighteen hun'rd n nine, too.
Skhew bnlli Szhil
" eighteen hun'rd II nine, too,
We planted the ohrimzhn above Ehe blue,
" we'll all drink till weNro stone blind
Johnny, flup zhe bowl
Other wearers of the crimson celebrated
their victory in q song that glorified Lake
and Trafford:
The lying old sons OF Eliku,
They said their line couldn't break,
But they probably sprung n leak somewhere,
And they found that they'd let through q
Lake
Here's to old He1felanser:
Yale thought he would sin them the game.
But when he ran up against Trahord
He found that Dennis was his name
This morn when we started from Cambridge
The sky 1t was blue overhead;
Tonight when the sun set DER Springfield.
II changed TO a glorious red.
Let 'em sing. let 'em YELL" said dis
consulate Yale wag as a party of Harvard
men went by. 1T only happens once in IA
years"
No participant in football game is sa-
cred in the college poets eyes. Even the
high and mighty referee occasionally re-
ceives attention. In 1890 Referee Beatty of
Wesleyan was charged with having asked
= policeman to decide whether or not q
player had kicked a goal, and the incident
inspired this poetical effort:
fiat a football meeting
You attempt to referee,
And a knotty point arises
And the captains disagree,
Don't make quick decision
AS the proper rule defines,
But consult the big policemen
Who arc ranged along the lineA
II your Judgment is in doubt.
Ask pleeceman.
II you are ratified and put out,
Ask pleecemap,
For II he's on the force
NN~anN
He has foot ball down, OF course.
| II you want to know the score,
Ask the pleeceman.
A Boston paper declares that the follow
ing golden rules are posted on the locker.
of the football players in Bowdoin colleGt
gymnasium:
Never line up without kicking some
body's shins."
Never get out OF a Scr1mmage, II posi-
BILE, without giving r. man black eye"
When you down your man, fall on him
Remember, the more you use him up, tn
sooner you'll get the ball"
In smuggling. strike quick and hard will
the bare knuckles. Never mind the referee
Keep your eyes on your man"
The way they drop into football poetry il
Canada is weird and strange. When
Queens college player does not know wheth
er he is ready for the hospital or the hearse
he inspires the Toronto football poet {.
sing:
His cheeks are etched In Rosedale mud;
His eyes arc one too few;
His skull Is fractured, both ears torn,
His arms are handaged too.
And as he limps his sad way out
Upon the air is borne the shout
That gathers volume on the fly
And drowls all else save this one cryf
"QueensI Queensl QueensI
On-thigh ma Banrighinn GU brathl
Cha Rheili cha gheini cha Rheiil!
Ot-thigh ma Banrighinn gu brathi
| Cha gheln. cha gheini cha gheillf-A
When Princeton's Tigers defeated Yal
10 to o at New York in 1859, the wearefs 0
the orange and black sang with great vim