Vanderbilt University - Commodore Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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THAT NEVER-TO-BE-FC October 27, 1921, Is a date that will go down in V ' anderbilt history as one of the greatest in her annals. A date on which the glory and fame of Vanderbilt scaled the heights and wafted to the mountain tops. A dale on which new luster was shed on the name of Vanderbilt by the achievements of her sons. On that date the fighting Commodores of Dan McGugm invaded Dallas and dehorned the mighty Texas Longhorns by the decisive score of 20 to 0. The arrogant beast, full of boasts and overconfidence, met with the greatest surprise of his life when that mere shell of former V ' andy teams, that shadow team from Vanderbilt, as the haughtj ' Texans dubbed the ' 21 Commodore gridiron warriors, defeated the Wonder Team of the Southwest so decisively. They reckoned not with their ho3t. They reckoned not with the spirit behind (hat shadow team. They reckoned not with the craft and cunning of Dan Mc- Gugin. And much to their sorrow, for one thing is sure. Texas will never forg=t the lesson ihey were taught that bright Saturday afternoon. This victory ranks as the most significant of our athletic achievements of recent years, said an editorial. This was no ordmary game, more depended on it than immediate victory. Playing before a record-breakmg crowd in a section of the country where for fifteen years there had been no Vanderbilt team and where the uni- versity enjoys an honorable reputation, derived from the fact that many influential alumni live in that section, the IVIcGui;iniles to a great extent were fightmg for the future slandin ; of Vanderbilt in Texas. And the victory went far in raising the prestige of the Gold and Black throughout the South and Southwest. For five years loyal Vandy alumni in Texas had been waiting for such a day. chuck full of Vanderbilt spirit, manifesting itself in every possible form, in athletic prowess, in rooting, and culminating a gloriously successful banquet, at which over four hundred loyal sons and daughters met once more around the festive board on the roof garden of the Jefferson Hotel. It was one of the greatest Vanderbilt affairs ever held anywhere. Toastmaster Woodall Rogers was able to call on prominent alumni from every section of the country, as Frank Godchaux, Sr.. of New Orleans, whose boy playing quarterback that afternoon secured revenge for a broken leg sustained by his father twenty years ago when playing the same position in a game in which Texas defeated the Commodores. Charles Cason was there from New York. F ' .d Seay of the Law Faculty, who journeyed down with the boys, also spoke, as did the late Max Souby, beloved alumni secretary, to whom most of the credit for the occasion was due. Above: Dallai Below : Panoramic halves. Longh Ij iiUjt.i iiiijJjLiUi

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Just a Memory Soupif. .Sou! i JSoupii Bacon. Hacon. Bacon I Coffee. Coffee. Coffee! Remember ihis Doesn ' t it bring back sweet, tender memories? Doesn ' t it revive fond recollections of your heroic past in your manly breast? Yea. do not wonder- fully delightful thoughts flood your mind, and fast little thrills, little ten-second thrills, chase one another up and down your spinal column as you look at this heroic scene, and while looking dwell upon it. and while dwellin ' . live again those wonderful, wonderful days? No? Well, that ' s because you didn t gel a S. A. T. C. bid. and consequently are not a hero, like the above. Every senior remembers it. that is. every one who in his verdant freshmanhood had his anatomy prop- erly assembled, and who happened to be bom at least eighteen years prior to September 12. 1918. i. c. 1900 (arrived at by process of subtraction). Yes. they all remember it. whether they admit it or not. They can t foriiel it. Who could for«el those wonderful days when VC esley s last name was Barracks and Kissam boasted an army mess hall. And even if they do feinn to forget their great military careers, the above caught-in-the-act ' will serve to refresh their memories. We have circumstantial evidence on some of them. Look at Private Harold Gladstone Lowe, second from the left, standing like yon Cassius with a lean and hungry look. Move two up the line and we find old Ted Davis, also with a ' my-stomach-thinks-my-lhroat- is-cut expression on his face, while the fourth kh;iki- clad hero in front of Ted is Cheerful John Neely. who quotes over and over again as he waits, The hungry lambs stanj up. but are not fed. ' Dec Gordon, just in front of him. never having had Eddie, can ' t quote such applicable poetry, but being in ! Witlmut a sinsl ! l)ean, AVitliout :i strip o ' lean. Witliiiut ;i (Imp o cream. — Bugler. the Law Department, is well equipped to emphatically tell the slow cooks their particular rank in the animal kingdom, which he was doing to the satisfaction of all behind him, when the photographer interrupted his Sun- day school disiertation. Farther up the line we see Red Harrison, who has about attained the goal after following the line of mof t resistance. Now standing to the extreme riiiht whom do we find but our shekel-grabber. Corporal Major Hutton (Major ' s his name, not title) holding up his plate of liver and grits so it can gel in the picture. Who would think that such a country-looking S. A. T. C.-ite could ever be the business manager of such a stupendous volume as this? Moral: Freshmen, eat liver and grits and you may he manager of the CoMMODORE some day. Just in front of Maje stands the famous Candidate for Armenian Relief. Kay Provine. star bugler. X hen the flash went off Kay got so excited he dropped his plate, a matter which he holds personally a ;ainst Mr. Wiles till this good day. The head-top in the immediate foreground belongs to Adlai Lyles. human sink hole, who as usual was too busy eating to look up for anybody ' s old picture. This IS only a sample, the rest of us poor, hungry heroes are lined up outside from Kissam court to Dudley held waitino for our liver and grits. Quite a hungry bunch, you say. Yes. quite hungry: but that was the way that old S. A. T. C. life affected you. oftener than three times a day too. as the Y. W. canteen in Westside Row can testify, cash register re- ports to the contrary nolwithstandin ;. But after all. what was there to do after meeting forty-eight forma- tions per day. but to eat. and live lo eal again — back in those wonderful, wonderful days.

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RGOTTEN TEXAS TRIP umni Banquet V of field between band in center Many old boys were in evidence, such as Ray Morrison, Doc Denton. Andy Thuss. Rabbi Robins. Ike liaker, Patterson, and many others. I he attendance of Rabbit Cuny ' s father added much to the occasion. Mr. Curry was introduced by Charles Cason, who spoke of the marvelous moral courage of the gritty little quar- terback, who fell in the World War. Rabbit ' s remains were only a few miles away at Marlm. and his spirit seemed to be present and pervade the whole atmosphere. Never was a visiting team more royally treated than were the Commodores at the hands of the Dallas alumni. Ray Morrison, coach at S. M. U. in Dallas, gave the Commodores use of his gym and field to practice on. and helped personally in every way till the final whistle Cadillac cars were put at the team ' s disposal to see the town, and the Dallas Country Club was turned over to them the whole day of the game. If training rules could have been set aside, there is no limit to what the Dallas boys would have provided for the gridiron lads. There were no restrictions, however, on those Tiddy- Bums who journeyed down, and the only reason they didn ' t paint the town completely red — or rather Gold and Black- -was because the paint ran out. From the time they sneaked through the gate and boarded the team ' s private Pullman in Nashville unlil they dodged the last conductor and special agent in the yard at Dallas the dozen Tiddy-Bums who made the trip were somewhat in suspense and had to keep con- stantly circulating from bagnage car to observation platform to avoid check-ups. But once safely arrived, they celebrated by taking the town. Though a mere handful, they gave a big account of themselves. They organized the Vandy alumni for cheering and made nearly as much noise as the host of Longhorn backers. Between halves they pulled off a snake dance on the field, and then formed a and sung Alma Mater and Cheer for the Gold and Black. with much more pep than the sagging Texan hordes sang The Eyes of Texas Are Upon You. And when the game was won this wild bunch, led by Chief Bum Blinkey Horn, staged a White- Apron Parade down the principal streets of Dallas, counting the score, crying Who ' s right ? an ' j then yelling the answer. Meanwhile the Texas cheer leaders untied the Longhorn steer they had tied to the stands to lead in their victorious parade, and much to the delight of Coach McGugin started the said steer southbound with vigorous kicks from the north. it was a wonderfully successful trip in every respect. The Commodores won a glorious victory, the Athletic Association got a 50-50 split of $18,000. Vandy alumni had the time of their lives, the Texas gang lost $3,000 invested in fireworks for celebrating, and the Tiddy-Bums en toto got back safe and sound.