Polk County observer. (Monmouth, Polk County, Or.) 1888-1927, 1905-02-24
"HELLO, ROOTERSl"

"a iAhO " soy my otpJ
And now just wink at biunders made,
While we get down to play.
1t seems to me that victory,
Down on the old Gym floor,
Where now you send your shirts to
boil,
Should live forever more.
We hadn't won a thing that year,
But when the Baptists came,
You pulled your coats and broke your
throats
And made us win the game.
And then you didt howl us down,
When, over-trained, we slumped-
Ralph Williams broke a seat or two,
And ran and howled and jumped.
When Portland, on our first trip there,
Forgot that we were guests
And robbed us Of the vain conceit
That labored in our breasts.
And do you not recall the night
That "Old Willamette" came
With footing horns, sarcastic smiles,
To win that last big game?
Do you remember how you lined
The Gym from door to door
AND how you nerved the lads in red,
When first they hit the floor?
OF course, you knew the chance was
slim;
But ah, as from dream,
At last our Salem friends awoke
To hear young Dallas" screaml
"You came, you saw, and now can go,
But don't forget the score;
We like your style, and afterwhile
Come back and get some more"
think, perhaps. they did come back
And, in the same old way,
You people filled the big new Gym,
All ready for the fray.
Chet Coad was there, and Azure Ford,
And Walt and Ohio, North and West,
And all the girls with D. @. flags,
The young and old and all the rest.
1t would be useless to begin
And try to play that game
Upon a paper here with pen
You an recall the same
Suffice to say, they came to sIay;
But when the fight was DER,
They had again to take away
The small end Of the score.
Corvallis made the trip to show
The people Of our town
Just how to do it, don't you know !
You all came trooping down
And took your places round the court
And oiled your anxious vocals,
And used them to such good effect
They couldn't touch the locals.
But Teats forgot his name was Zig
And Alex, smiling sweetly,
Announced the score, with bows galore,
We did them so completely.
But, brothers-yes, and sisters, too,
The ladies, loyal rooters,
Who stood as staunch and yelled as
true
AS all the loud male tooters-
The game that brought you to your
feet,
That robbed you of your reason,
Was that one played at 0. A. O.,
The wind-up of the season.
1 used to read of Sheridan;
OF how he rode ride;
But that has paled before your trip
Across the countryside.
And how, with anxious hearts, SO long
We waited, watched in vain;
And how, with what delight we heard
The whistle Of your train.
You took your seats above the court,
And watched that first half through;
But when the score read seven-four,
And things were looking blue,
You used your chairs to stand upon,
You rallied from the rout;
And when the smoke had cleared away
You roared the victory shout
Down in the dressing room, the team
Was singing "Palms of Glory"
While Sheriff Ford and President
Both tried to tell the story;
And, through the floor we heard your
scream
You had a right to boast
Not every college colors stand
For Champions of the Coast" d"
And now 1 must begin to close;
And, closing, let me say
That those who did the yelling act,
That those who strip and play,
Have each their own and proper share
OF every score to make,
And when the glory pie is cut,
All equally partake.
So, comrades Of some big old times,
Who've eheered at contests won,
Who've sympathized in sore defeats
Now, that my play is done,
I'd like to thank you for the help
That you have been to me,
When, oft together in the Gym,
We fought for victory.
DAN POLLING.
Canton, Ohio. Feb. IA, 1905.
Mrs. Rilla NJ. Hyde, wife Of Charles
HYDE, died Saturday morning, Febru-