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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 23, 1957)
Of Braves & Beavers Ry the waters of Willamette In the land of PCC, Dwelt two tribes of bright young Injuns Camped in lodges, chiefed by wise ones Teaching crafts and purity. One such clan lived down the river, In a camp of cows and dairies; Indians here learned homely topics, Tanning hides and making bricks, Raising maize and picking cherries. Alpha Tau Omega Higher up the river's courses. Dwelt the other learned clan. Drinking from the fount of learning, Injuns here with minds slow-burning. Learned of law and dealt with Man. Beta Theta Pi Then one day, in time of leisure Strong young braves devised a game. Used a buck-deer’s blown-up stomach. Ran and kicked it ’cross a hummock; Labeled it their Football Game. Chi Psi Here the Chiefs of Ducks and Beavers Saw an answer to their needs. Saw a way to halt the feuds Raging on and off between their broods, In defense of different creeds. Delta Tau Delta “Let us cease this bloody scalping— Play the Football Game" they said. In this manner something started, No more scalps from heads were parted (Until the games began, instead.) Kappa Sigma One dozen moons times five plus two The Ducks and Beavers met to see Their strongest warriors play the Foot-game; Mask their urge to kill or maim Under guise of rivalry. Lambda Chi Alpha To keep in trim for future battles The Ducks and Beavers joined a group Of other tribes who played the Game: Specific Ghost League was its name. Nine tribes of redskins made its troup. Philadelphia House Thus our two clans met each fall Other, oftimes strdbger tribes, Who played the game with fearsome strength, And proselyted braves at length— The Southern tribes were worst of all. Phi Gamma Delta Some years the Beavers had swifter braves. More often, Ducks gave it to them on the chin. But regardless who had won Most games before the Final One, No witch-man knew which team wtiuld win. v Phi Kappa Psi Until some years, in recent times, When Fortune smiled on both our clans When kindly gods sent sturdy Injuns, To Duck and Beavers to wreak a vengeance On Foot-ball teams of Southern lands. The farming Indians -\yon the first year, Triumphed on Specific Ghost. Journeyed south to fight the Hawkeyes, Lost the “Bowl”—no great surprise, The Ducks had beaten them—almost. And so another Indian summer came, The Duck tribe kept their war-ground quiet And worked long hours with tightened lips, Prepared their braves for football trips: “This is our year” was their fiat. An Epic Tale By Jerry Ramsey and The Following Men of Oregon TSfcw m Illustrated by Le.s Gong Here’s what they had, in terms of strength: A wise, cannv chief and four top aides. A front-line of braves both smart and large, Reserves who could hold most any charge. Phi Kappa Sigma What's more they had, in addition to these: The swiftest runners in Indian I.aud, Morris, Phelps, and Jack Crabtree; Tourville and Osborne and Jim Shanlry. All were as quick as a deer ever ran. Pi Kappa Phi The season opened the W«;bfoots won. Hut just by three the Vandals were tough. A visiting tribe from the Hast came then A last minute pass gave the battle to them. And the Ducks knew then that things would be rtfugh. Sigma Alpha Epsilon So they worked like demons all through the week And slaughtered the Bruin-clan In twenty-one The Cougar tribe followed a crucial, of course. Tile Ducks’ first Big One- a job well done. Sigma Alpha Mu From this point on, the Ducks moved apace, They rolled with vigor like high-piled logs; Knocked the Bears down, handed the Injuns A narrow defeat—another "lug one." Then, weary and "down," they fell to the " 1 Jogs.” Sigma Chi All of this time, though their tribe was shouting “Let's get to that Bowl let s take the <d’ | Dhost,” The \\ ebfoot braves ignored their fast climb They vowed "We’ll win them- one at a time 'I he very next battle is what counts the mo-t." Sigma Phi Epsilon So thev journeyed down South, to meet the /»• 1 rojans, And a brave named Morris spear headed their win. Then the whole wide Willamette flooded it shores, 'I lte tops of the tepees were lifted bv roars: ”\\ e go to the Bowl—by skookum, we’re in!" Sigma Nu But before that, the Ducks had a job; C.uess what tribe from the North was to be their next.foe— 'I hose scalp-grabbing Beavers were once again due. They’d won several games—in fact all but two. And planned to give Ducks the royal heave-ho. Tau Kappa Epsilon All autumn long, the tension had grown— The Beavers had stolen the Duck’s totem "<).” The Ducks had answered by swiping three maids, Who were chosen to reign o’er their Blowing Parade. The situation resembled a smoking volcano. Theta Chi Whoo-ee! We’re up to the present... A few short hours and all will he solved. Doubts about either tribe soon will dissolve. Ducks 1 rack Hack, and old {'Tads are humming The Web foot Fight Song—it must be Home coming ! By the waters of Willamette, In the Land of PCC, Dwells a clan of mighty players. One thing now is in their prayers— Simply this: HEAT OSC! 1 have ended.
