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16 THE NORMAL RECORD. Blossom the lovely stars, the for-get-me-nots of the angels." I gaze for quite a while into the sky thinking about the "how, why, when, and wherefores" of the stars. But oh! The full October moon is beginning to appear from behind tho Sierras. All is suddenly changed. The indistinctness of twilight has gone; the moon sheds its pure, peaceful, mellow light over all; the trees cast long fantastical shadows. It is certainly the kind of a night that I should imagine the so-called "faries" and "spirits" would be abroad. Something is peculiarly strange and beautiful about it all and,-- "I yield myself to the perfect whole." B. N. H. FIRST TERMER. " Impressions From the Side Lines." By Edith Campbell. "When Greek meets Greek" was the terse way that the Ancients had of expressing the indomitable courage and unyielding spirit of those who contested for the prize in the time of long ago. "When Californian meets Cali- fornian" we may say now-a-days and still the meaning will remain unchanged. Let him who holds a doubt, go forth some Autumn day and witness the battle royal—a football game. Add to the silvery haze of October, a somber hued sky; trees brilliant in their Autumn coloring; some thousand or more restless people; the dull brown earth crossed and re-crossed with white lines—and there you have the setting of our modern football game, the game that calls for the brawn and muscle of energetic young America. As I crossed the field from the entrance, the most striking feature of the scene beyond me, was the glorious blaze of color that seemed to be everywhere. The grandstand loomed up literally swathed in the cheery hue of the cardinal—pennants, ribbons, caps and sweaters. The people were partial in choosing their color. Nature was not. The trees that stand like sentinels on two sides of the field, radiated a mass of tints and hues in which the green and gold were not found wanting, even though the visiting eleven held these colors as their standard. A crowd is always intersting, but a "football crowd" of people is particularly entertaining. You do not know what they will say next. If you do know, you may find it difficult to interpret, for football brings out the language of the "yell"—that impossible conglomeration of sounds which causes distress to the aesthetic ear of the uninitiated. After one of the most inspiring "yells" had been hurled defiantly at the Auburn eleven, a spectator remarked triumphantly, "Chico ought to do something after that." And Chico did "do something.' The appearance of the Auburnites suggested to the rooters that song was needed, and out of the chaos of sounds, drifted: "O! won't there be a hot old time, When our boys go on the field, Every Auburn lad will know his fate is sealed. With a ha, ha, ha, and a yell, We'll help them in their play, And we'll make tracks through Auburn, on this Saturday!" There soon appeared to be a doubt in the minds of many as to whom the roped In portion of the football field was intended for. The majority of the spectators held the idea that they should be allowed to wander thereon. Some few had a lurking suspicion that the field might have been set aside for the benefit of the twenty-two who were to take the leading part in the proceedings. The announcement that such was the case, and that only the twenty- two chosen ones were to hold sway on the enclosed ground, caused active hostilities to begin at once. The forbidden territory held irresistible charms for the Auburn coach, for the Chico coach, for the ex-football player in the green sweater and for a swarm of small boys. Their motto appeared to be, "Don't give up the ship," or rather in this case, "Don't give up the field." The faculty representatives expostulated. The spectators evinced disapproval. The Normal football manager tried moral suasion, and impressively flourished a gold- headed cane. This summation of stimulul should have been successful—but it wasn't. It remained for the Normal coach to retire gracefully and then the Auburn coach lowered his
Object Description
Title | The Normal Record. November 1904 |
Original Date | 1904-11 |
Description | The Record. Published by the Associated Students of Chico State College. |
Creator | Chico State College |
Location of Original | Archives |
Call Number | LD723 C57 |
Digital Collection | The Record: Chico State Yearbook Collection |
Digital Repository | Meriam Library, California State University, Chico. |
Description-Abstract | The Record served as both a student magazine and a commencement program for Chico Normal School. In the year 1904 it was published every month - except the Summer months. |
Date Digital | 2013 |
Language | eng |
Rights | For information on the use of the images in this collection contact the Special Collections Department at 530.898-6342 or email: specialcollections@csuchico.edu |
Format | image/tiff |
Filename | index.cpd |
Description
Title | 1904_11_NormalRecord.018 |
Original Date | 1904-11 |
OCR- Transcript | 16 THE NORMAL RECORD. Blossom the lovely stars, the for-get-me-nots of the angels." I gaze for quite a while into the sky thinking about the "how, why, when, and wherefores" of the stars. But oh! The full October moon is beginning to appear from behind tho Sierras. All is suddenly changed. The indistinctness of twilight has gone; the moon sheds its pure, peaceful, mellow light over all; the trees cast long fantastical shadows. It is certainly the kind of a night that I should imagine the so-called "faries" and "spirits" would be abroad. Something is peculiarly strange and beautiful about it all and,-- "I yield myself to the perfect whole." B. N. H. FIRST TERMER. " Impressions From the Side Lines." By Edith Campbell. "When Greek meets Greek" was the terse way that the Ancients had of expressing the indomitable courage and unyielding spirit of those who contested for the prize in the time of long ago. "When Californian meets Cali- fornian" we may say now-a-days and still the meaning will remain unchanged. Let him who holds a doubt, go forth some Autumn day and witness the battle royal—a football game. Add to the silvery haze of October, a somber hued sky; trees brilliant in their Autumn coloring; some thousand or more restless people; the dull brown earth crossed and re-crossed with white lines—and there you have the setting of our modern football game, the game that calls for the brawn and muscle of energetic young America. As I crossed the field from the entrance, the most striking feature of the scene beyond me, was the glorious blaze of color that seemed to be everywhere. The grandstand loomed up literally swathed in the cheery hue of the cardinal—pennants, ribbons, caps and sweaters. The people were partial in choosing their color. Nature was not. The trees that stand like sentinels on two sides of the field, radiated a mass of tints and hues in which the green and gold were not found wanting, even though the visiting eleven held these colors as their standard. A crowd is always intersting, but a "football crowd" of people is particularly entertaining. You do not know what they will say next. If you do know, you may find it difficult to interpret, for football brings out the language of the "yell"—that impossible conglomeration of sounds which causes distress to the aesthetic ear of the uninitiated. After one of the most inspiring "yells" had been hurled defiantly at the Auburn eleven, a spectator remarked triumphantly, "Chico ought to do something after that." And Chico did "do something.' The appearance of the Auburnites suggested to the rooters that song was needed, and out of the chaos of sounds, drifted: "O! won't there be a hot old time, When our boys go on the field, Every Auburn lad will know his fate is sealed. With a ha, ha, ha, and a yell, We'll help them in their play, And we'll make tracks through Auburn, on this Saturday!" There soon appeared to be a doubt in the minds of many as to whom the roped In portion of the football field was intended for. The majority of the spectators held the idea that they should be allowed to wander thereon. Some few had a lurking suspicion that the field might have been set aside for the benefit of the twenty-two who were to take the leading part in the proceedings. The announcement that such was the case, and that only the twenty- two chosen ones were to hold sway on the enclosed ground, caused active hostilities to begin at once. The forbidden territory held irresistible charms for the Auburn coach, for the Chico coach, for the ex-football player in the green sweater and for a swarm of small boys. Their motto appeared to be, "Don't give up the ship," or rather in this case, "Don't give up the field." The faculty representatives expostulated. The spectators evinced disapproval. The Normal football manager tried moral suasion, and impressively flourished a gold- headed cane. This summation of stimulul should have been successful—but it wasn't. It remained for the Normal coach to retire gracefully and then the Auburn coach lowered his |