Butler University - Carillon / Drift Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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William Herschell, of Long Boy fame, read this poem, The Invaders, at the banquet given by the Indianapolis Rotary Club at the Claypool Hotel, November 28, for the Butler football squad. ill Herschell The Invaders It ain ' t no special privilege to be a guy no more, De girls in coppin ' all de games us fellers had before. Dey ' re not contented now with dolls an ' other female toys, But got to jim around an ' git de pastimes of de boys. Fer instance, look cd baseball — dey ' ve burgled it, by jing; Dey ' re playin ' golf — dot ' s shinny — and every other thing. Dey ' ve got de roller-skatin ' craze, an ' wearin britches, too, Aw, huly gosh, dere ' s nothin ' left fer reg ' lar guys to do. But, — oh, somebody hold me! — th ' worst of all has came — Dey ' re gittin wise to football an ' coppin ' out de game. Today, out on de commons, a lot of Stelles an ' Myrts Wuz playin ' football wit ' deirselves — she-quarterbacks in skirts. My heart sunk down within me as I lamped dat sorry sight, A sad voice deep inside me said: Aw, aw! Football goodnight! Dem females raced across de field like leapin ' tongues of flame, An ' when it come to tacklin ' — say, dem Julias knew de game! 1 heard ' em givin ' signals, too, just like de reg ' lar guys, Say I: If Pat Page sees em, dot ' s where dat guinea dies! Dey talked uv kicks an ' passes, uv penalties an guards, Say, had it been a bargain sale dey ' d gained a thousand yards! Aw, well, no use to roar, I guess; dey ' re in de game to stay — Dey ' ll soon be makin ' all de rules an learning us to play. An ' I suppose it ' s just as well to not kick up a muss — Fer when dey ' re kickin ' footballs — well dey ' re layin ' off of us!

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. $$£§ J OWED TO BEAUTY Upon a day in autumn as I stood in Butler ' s hall I mused upon odd words I heard that would a contest call. At first I thought them baffling, and my scorning turned to ire; But soon my heart within me rose from churlishness and mire. The spirit of my musing changed, so sweet was one maid ' s smile, I fain would live a thousand years to bask in it the while. But such splendor as was her ' s I found was not for mortal man, It was a vision for the gods though built on human plan. To worship her was justice, and to give to her the crown, — this maid fc very simple ri. of fair renown ' We rejoiced in finding virtue and art no wealth could buy And the pledges of high heaven left no reason to ask, Why ?