Northeastern University - Cauldron Yearbook (Boston, MA)

' ' Vitat Hampaba " Tlic tinu ' was in the latter ])art of May. 19 ' -21,an(l the scene was the historic Harvard Stadium. There, as the gokl-phited sun sank soggily in the well-known west, a bitter struggle was taking place; one to test whether the men of the class of If) " ' ! would graduate triumi)hant, buy a house and a flivver, have a garden and a cellar, and stand in the l)ack yard able to thumb their noses at the world and points west. Every- thing hung on one string like a ham in a smokehouse. The football team hatl sent West Point to a crushing defeat ably abetted by the Tech staff; Dartmouth Ouija-board team lost three guesses to two at the hands of the Northeastern engineers; and the Cornell Tiddledy- Winks warriors never had a chance. Now came the great test, the track meet with Harvard. The Northeastern heroes were attendant (as the French say) at a smoker on the evening jirevious, and, as a result, the Faculty were sent against Harvard. The meet was half over and the score was close. The crowd shelled their ] > eanuts in silence as they watclied the scoreboard change. Har- vard 8;}, Northeastern 5. " Joe " Spear, A.B., had won the standing broad grin and things looked bright for the " Tilted Arrow. " The next event, the hannner throw, was called. The Harvard men did well, very well, but the loyal men of Northeastern knew and the consuming fire of devotion for their " Ammo Motter " shone from the eyes of each and everv one as Professor Durkee swaggered out to the circle where the iron pellet lay. A hush fluttered over the classical arena. Breaths were held in silence and it took strong men to hold some of those breaths. An- other hush followed the first in rapid continuity and the sun continued its westward journey. Seizing the weight as a toy in his brawny arms he whirled once, twice, gaining velocity, and consequently momentum with each succeeding turn. When he reached the velocity at which centrifugal force became a dangerous factor and the wire groaned under the strain, away flew the spheroid high and far, higher and farther. W ' ould it ever stop? Yes, it would, for it crashed against the dressing rooms at the far end of the stadium, causing aforesaid building to as- sume the proportions of a frame house in Kansas on the morning after 182