Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-16
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Georgia and Tech Students Swarm
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promptu Scrimmages.
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of an Irish wake. There came Sc
ries OF stirring conflicts, close on the
heels of one another
A bunch Of Georgia men stroIled
along Peachtree. They brushed ell
bows, in the thickest OF the throng,
with a glum-f faced party who still
wore loyalty the gold and white rib
bons.
One young Mr. Georgia--he must
have been freshman-naunted the
IA to 0 in the face of husky Tech
lite. Surely he must have been a
freshman. or at the most sopho-
more, because his Judgment was al
most as poor as that of a certain
Nictoriano Huerta.
Mr.. Tech, thus insulted. had the
weight the reach and every other pu-
gilistic advantage on him. Neverthe-
less, Mr., Georgia pulled the colors,
laughed fiendishly and passed on with
the muchly overworked Tell with
Tech" on his lips.
Tech Wins at Last.
Mr.. Tech looked after him.
Come back here and try that
again" he dared.
Mr. Georgia laughed over his shout
der.
"Al right" he said, but walked on.
We'll, you amt tied" yelled Tech,
and added one or two sulphurous re-
marks, a record Of which set down
here would put Uncle Sans ban on
The Sunday American.
Mr.. Georgia turned and came aft
er him For ten seconds IT was a
lively mill, right there in front of the
Piedmont Hotel, but Tech had the
best this time.
That was just one OF the conflicts.
All the rest were more or less ike
it. But that was before the police
took their stand in front of Nunnally's
and before the crowd mellowcd into
something like geniality.
II was a natural consequence or the
evening that they should mellow.
Rathskellers, cabarets, inns, empori-
ums of the brass ratings We're
thronged with the young knights Of
the ribbon. After n while you would
see q yellow ribbon in the midst OF a
group of reds. and hear jovial, COM
rade conversation about the conflicts
between Dolly and AL Loeb, or how
lust in time to prevent Homer from
getting awav, or how Kid Dorsey but
ted AT Mcdonald in that indefinable
portion of his anatomy known as his
wind
Colors Gradually Mingle.
And gradually red and black and
white and gold intermingled 1t was
really an exceptional occasion, for as
all Atlanta knows, the usual Tech
Georgia footbar game Is the occasion
of one prolonged riot up and down
Peachtree when police look well to
their night sticks and sober citizens
or mere grammar school Affiliations
grimly grasp their umbrellas with the
avowed determination OF knocking the
tar out of the first hoodlum who yells
at him.
But this time-oh, but II was
brotherly crowd.
Jack Daniels and Burk Hood in
separable Georgia sophomores. so
far extended the freemasonry of their
coed fellowship as TO lock arms with
a Tech freshman and offer to buy
him any number OF chocolate milks.
Professor Herman and his bulldog
sauntering by, bestrewn with Tech
colors were the occasion of joyous
yells from the yellow and red alike.
Three From Auburn.
Then an alien note chimed in. but
nobody minded. Three young men
arm in arm, showed through the
crowd telling everybody they were
the Chrysapthemum triplets, and
from Auburn. Whether they meant
1t or not. they were in full flower.
"Wait'll mex Sat'dy." they told the
and told them to go TO II. That's
how Georgia felt, and Tech. too. early
in the evening.
A certain element with a mellow
ing influence was an aggregation OF
OF the prettiest girls in the world Csc
University OF Georgia Georgia Tech
singly and collectively. announced)
from Brenau.
They were bewitching maidens, and
each had the whistle OF her favorits
fraternity on her lips. Mr.. Tech and
Mr.. Georgia were both we'll behaved
gallants in the presence OF the girls
Sponsors Are Cheered.
Miss Kate Cooper and Miss Bertha
Moore, Tech sponsors, won a round
of yels from both crowds. There
We're any number of such softening
influences apparent during the even
ing. and Tech and Georgia were kept
from blows.
Even George Harrison, most mill
tant of the Athens aggregation, for
got his tell with Tech later on in the
evening, and ventured n consolatory
We'll Preas was out of the game
20 a Tech man he had never seer
before.
TIE two teams. the days heroes
We're out of all the fun That's the
nr"ular part of football. The mer
"1o make the enjoyment possible
must stay away from 1t all. They
must GO To the theater or to parties
vH"~e the only inspiriting beverag,
is f~uit punch-and they muslin
drink much of that.