Stetson Weekly Collegiate

l^M^A/^O^t^ EC Q STETSONS FIRST INTER-COLLEGIATE FOOTBALL GAME OF THE CTPTQfllV • r^ ^» SEASON, FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 4. EVERYBODY COME. * J> J> 4^ 1 Li 1 aJV/H STETSON WEEKLY COLLEGIATE OFFICIAL STUDENTS' PUBLICATION OP STETSON UNIVERSITY. VOL. XVII. DE LAND, FLA., WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 1904. NO. 4. STETSON SONGS AND YELLS. For the last two years or more it lias been the custom to publish a little yamphlet containing our songs and yells. This year there will be a change in the proceedings. The Collegiate will be the only source from which these can be obtained. The current issue of the paper contains the old ones that have stood the time test, with the addition of two new songs, one to the tune of "Rambled" and the other to that of "Good Old Summertime." A mass meeting of the students will be held this week, (probably this afternoon) at which a cheer leader will be chosen and the "rooting'' practiced. Every student old enough to yell and young enough to know how, should come to the meeting. How can you expect your team to do good work unless you back them up with your hearts and voices? Let's have no more erratic shouting but good systematic rooting. Come out, everybody, to the meeting! Bring your copy of the Collegiate if you don't know the songs and yells. If yon haven't a copy, you can nrocuro them at the offijce. Smoke up, now and show your loyalty! ! The good old Stetson team. When they start down the field, You might as well yield To the good old Stetson team. Eor they're playing to score, Then to score 'em some more this good old Stetson team. Oh, the good old Stetson team! They kick the ball; they tday it hard, This good old Stetson team They work some alright schemes, They drive you back by foot and yard. You know just how it seems To buck against a hard brick wall When you hit our Stetson team. SONGS. Tune—"And He Rambled." When you buck our Stetson line, then you're up against a brick, And before we're through with you, you'll be looking awful sick— Chorus—And they rambled, they rambled, They rambled all around, in and out the town, And they rambled, they rambled; They rambled till old Stetson cut 'em down. Eor Botts, he kicks the ball and he kicks it mighty hard, And when you try to bring it back it doesn't come a yard— — Chorus— When Staley snaps the ball, then you'd better watch for Mac For you'll know him pretty soon, as our dandy Stetson back. Chorus— When Duncan bucks the line then we're sure to make our gain. And then our boys'll back him up and he'll do it all again. Chorus— When Lindy wears his shoes then he stands up pretty tall, And he'll block you every time if you try to kick the ball. Chorus— Of all the teams you ever saw, ours is the Cracker Jack, They'll do their duty to a man, from the center to the back, Chorus—And they'll ramble, they'll ramble; They'll ramble all around, in and out the town, And they'll ramble, they'll ramble; They'll ramble, for you cannot cut 'em down. Tune—"Dolly Gray." You have done your best today, E.F.S. But you're not the stuff for us, E.F.S. We have won the fight so true It is henceforth up to you To go home and be good boys, E.F.S. Don't you hear our college yell, E.F.S.? Dcn't you think it sounds quite well, E.F.S.? We're the boys of Stetson U., V.Vie the lads that outclass you, And we say goodbye to you, E. F. S. Chorus— |.$( J Go home, boys, and learn to tackle, Tho' you are husky and a' that, Something more than that is needed, In the line for that a' that Watch our scientific playing And the score you may then guess Hark! We hear our captain calling, Goodbye, E.F.S. Tune—"Good Old Summer Time." There's a team in this state That's right up to date, It's the good old Stetson team. Wherever you find them They've the school right behind them, Tune—"Dutch Company." Oh, when you see the boys of the old S. U. Then you see the boys that will outplay you. Chorus— For the S. U. team is the very best team That ever played under the White and Green. Why don't you stay at home and learn to plant corn? For when you meet old Stetson your glory shall be shorn. Chorus- When the ball's snapped back then look out for center rush, For when Stetson bucks the line it's no use for you to push. Chorus—• Tune—"Chicken." S—am do way it begins T—am de next letter in E—now dat am not all T—we've a cinch on de ball. S—am de fillin' in O—am nearin de end, S—T—E— T—S—O—N dat am de way to spell Stetson. HALLOWE'EN AT SLEEPY HOLLOW. Hallowe'en has ever been known as the time of strange, unearthly doings, as the time when evil deeds are piously performed and you carry off your neighbor's front gate with as clear a conscience as you ordinarily struggle with a Physical Culture luncheon. Last evening, as the writer was making his way through the pine woods on a mission, the questionable purpose of which need not be mentioned here, his attention was attracted by a dull glow in the sky, and the sound of weird, ominous voices wftich seemed to come from the bowels of the earth. Seized by curiosity, he approached nearer to investigate this strange phenomenon which seemed to fit in so perfectly with all Hallowe'en ideas and traditions. Still keeping the dull but ever brightening glow in view he stumbled on over undergrowth and fallen trees until a sight came into view which was equally surprising and pleasing. Spread out at his feet, though far beneath him, was a brilliant array of Chinese lanterns, whose light, together with that of a huge, crackling bonfirje in the center, revealed carpets and cushions strewed over the ground, a fortune-teller's tent, and a large table loaded with curious looking packages. What could it all mean? Then slowly a forgotten something began to take form in the observer's mind. Suddenly it burst upon him in definite form. Yes, this could be no other than the famous Sleepy Hollow, the annual camping ground of the ancient and mystic order of Hablometics, whose virtues and cordial invitations, so showily depicted on the bulletin board that morning, had caused secret pleasure to the favored few, but deep mystification to the unfavored, gymnasium-loving many. But even as this thought took form, the solemn, monotonous tramp, tramp of approaching feet sounded through the moaning pines. Hidden in shadow, the unexpected witness of these uncanny sights saw a silent, mournful procession go by in single file. In front was a collection of fair young damsels hard to equal anywhere. But the interest centered not in this exceedingly interesting attraction, for close behind them, blind-folded and Right in the neck, the neck, the neck! Right in the neck, the neck, the neck! Right in the neck t Right in the neck! Right in the neck! There! Hip it up, Hip it up! Hip it up again! S—T—E—T—S—O—N! YELLS. J. B. S. U. Rah! Rah! Rah! J. B. S. II. Rah! Rah! Rah! - Hoo, rah, hoo, rah, hoo, rah, ree Stetson, Stetson 'Varsity! Give 'em the axe, the axe, the axe! Give 'em the axe, the axe, the axe! Give 'em the axe! Give 'em the axe! Giv 'em the axe! Where?? Bully for — , Stetson! Stetson! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah, hoo, rah! Zip, boom, bah! J. B. S. U. J. B. S. IT. Stetson! Stetson! What's the matter with He's all right! Who's all right? strung in single file by a long rope looped about the neck of each, stumbled a half dozen downcast young men conducted by fierce looking guards who kept them in order and led them along by vicious jerks on the cruel hawser. These, then were the pitiable victims— those to be newly initiated into the sacred secrets and mysteries of the Hablometics. Sadly, meekly, they advanced, "as lambs that are led to the slaughter." The initiatory acts which followed are perhaps not matter for public knowledge. Suffice it to say that these young men, still in life's early morning, passed through such dire, soul-racking experiences that they all came out with hair liberally streaked with gray. This over, the blinds were removed and all vied with each other in the accomplishment of the common desire to have a good time. The fortuneteller in her brilliant, Oriental costume and low, dark tent, was a great attraction. Many and interesting were the devices for foretelling one's future fortune, but it must be admitted that the predictions were not over consistent. Other games and pleasures were carried merrily on with a lightness of heart and hand which showed how little worrying was being done over the slighted lessons of the morrow. In the meantime a few business-like fair maids and equally business-like but less fair lads were cooking a wonderful repast over the bonfire. The chief item was a most excellent chicken pillau, but baked potatoes, fried sausages, pickles, olives, ets., etc., were much in evidence also. Needless to say, they remained in evidence only an extremely short time. Having become inwardly satisfied, these spooky celebrators of Hallowe'en engaged in more frivolities until a very early hour (in the morning) when the chaperon called time and they all departed sorrowfully to their respective homes. As they filed away, the silent, secret observer noticed the faces of the following among them: Misses Jackson, Fuller, Harriet Fuller, Coulter, Bessie Coulter, Holden, Moffatt, Grace Moffatt, Sparkman, Lulu Sparkman, Hamlin, Ethel Hamlin, Messrs. Blake, Woodward, Ste- Avart, D. Carleton, Stevens, Allen, Botts, Moffatt, Walker, Sparkman, Lofberg and Hamlin; Mrs. Hamlin chaperon. •-+-+ The Art Studio. One box of Miss Hill's pictures has arrived and the pictures are hung.They are studies done by herself during her three years' stay in Paris and Italy and range from originals to copies of the works of Raphael, the heads of Rembrandt, Van Dyke and a charming Italian madonna and child. Miss Hill invites all the students to visit the art studio. There are seventeen students now in the art class, and they are preparing designs for Mr. Colton's manual training. Miss Hill will have another box of her pictures hung soon. A study of McNally's of Paris in charcoal, of a beggar man is especially good, and valued by Miss Hill as coming from her teacher.