The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1898-11-19
A COLL GE YELL.
The Wonderful Cry Evolved by q Doze
Athletic Young Fellows.

HI! Hi, vi! Hi, vi, vi! Booma-
lacka, bow-wow! Hullabaloo! Yah.
wah! Chick-a-go-runk! go-runk! Siss
boom 'rah! Hep-hi! hey-ip! Siccpm!
'Rah-zoo! Wah-hoo! Bang! XII
vi, m~ockali-on! Buzz-saw! Boom
'rah! Hobble-gobble, razzle-dazzle!
Breke-kek-ex, ko-ax, ko-ax! Skookum,
skookum!"
This marvellous language was not the
small talk of the debating society of an
insane asylum, nor was it a kennel Of
mad dogs broken loose. 1t was only
the joint efforts of twelve solemn
young gentlemen to decide upon a club
yell. Each man had his own howl,
and insisted on singing out with it,
while all ther rest were rehearsing their
own. 1t is reported that when this
grand combination broke loose all the
small boys in town thought a circus
was coming along with it's calliope
ilWnlch, OF course, they pronounced
'callle-ope'D, while the two small po-
llcemen that pretended to protect the
town OF Lakerim are reported to have
thought thai a gang of outlaws was at
itack1ng the place, and to have craWled
into the deepest ditch in town, and
pulled the ditch in after them. After
every one had yelled himself hoarse,
each of the Twelve began yelling again
to quiet the others, and the noise was
amos greater than before. At length,
however, they quieted down enough to
listen to the various candidates for the
yell. History proposed a long Latin
quotation, and insisted on at least hav-
ing some big words in the yell. He
and Boobies joined forces, and COM
promised on the following gem: "DOo-
dle-um! Diddle-um! Dandle-um! The
duodecimal Dozen!" Punk, however,
said that this was beneath the dignity
OF such great men, and proposed one
which he persuaded them to try over.
1t could hardly be called short, but it
was certainly complete, and consisted
moi only in spelling out the full name
of the club, but surrounding this with
most of the well-known yells of all the
colleges. 1t went something like this:
"Breke-kek-eX, ko-ax, ko-ak! Siss
boom 'rah! Hullabaloo, ha! L-a-k-er-
I'm Athletic Club! 'Rah,
rah, 'rah! 'Rah, 'rah, 'rah! 'Rah,
'rah, 'rah!" The Dozen started vigor-
ously to yell this out and kept together
fairly well until they came to the
spelling of the long name, but there
they began to fall by the wayside;
they dropped to the ground, exhausted,
n by one, so fast that by the time
they reached the last Rail" only one
man survived, and that was the long
wlnded Punk, and even he gasped il
out like a sick rooster. After this
they all sat still on the ground where
they had fallen, and thought hard for
some time, and debated in whispers.
The result of this debate was the final
selection of a brisk yell that left some
breath in the body of the yellers,
though it threatened to break all the
windows for miles around. The word
"Lakerim' was given three times, with
the long a and a short i, and the yell
went out in a burst of glory, all the
voices keeping together until halfway
through the last long "Hoo!' when the
boys divided and took different VOW
els. This gave the yell a blood-cur-
ding sound that reminded B. j. OF
the tribes of Indians he had never
seen.