Lane College - Lanite Yearbook (Jackson, TN)

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Baseball Early Spring training has given us evidence to believe that the 1928 baseball team of Lane College will be very successful. Quite a number of new players will be seen in action when the season gets under way. Judging from the way the old players, as well as the new, have been getting into form, a. vast improvement over last year's team is assured. The following men can be relied upon: Pitchers-Hardy, Graham, Murrell and Second Baseman- Graves, Turner and Johnson. Chatman. Catchers - Woodson, McReynolds and Shortstops-Ragan, Owens and Brent. Davis. Third Basemen-Nelson and Sims. First Basemen-Person, Strayhorn and Right fielders-Croom and Partee. Hamner. ' Center fielders-Triplette and Ivie. Left fielders-Berry and Roebuck. ZVWQSISQNX Basketball The first basketball team that Lane College has ever boasted in its history was produced this year. Playing only two games and winning both of these, the Lane College basketeers proved themselves worthy of much comment. We hope to have a new gym next season which will give the school more prestige in this form of athletics. Line-up: Forwards- WOODSON MCREYNOLDS COUNTEE BRENT . TRIPLETTE BERRY A BR OWN STRAYHORN Cenlers- T URNER GALLOWAY BRONAUGH GRAYE Guards- BRONAUGH SIMS Page ninety

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Yelllls and Songs Dux Clamoris HYUM-I! Y-u-m, yum, yum, yum, Yum, yum, yum, yum, Yum, yum, yum, yum, Yum, yum, yum, yum. We play football, We play football, We play football, We play you hard, We play you hard, We play you hard, UP AND DOWN When you're up, you're up, When you're down, you're down, But when you're up against Lane You're up side down. VEVO With a vevo, With a vivo, Wfith a vevo, vivo, vum! With a boom! get a rat trap bigger than a Cat trap, boom! get a rat trap bigger than a cat trap. Anybody ask you who we are-Lane, Lane Is our cry, V-I-C-T-O-R-Y, victory. Tune-SMILES There are teams that play a little, There are teams that play some more, There are teams that think they are play- ing As no team has ever played before. There are teams that clean up for a season, There are teams that only know defeat, But this team is sure to bring the bacon, For the Dragons cannot be beat. 1 -M. E. Brooks. This is the t-e-a-m, team On which the hopes of Old Lane lean. We defeated Ole Shorter, beat Ole Phi- lander, And swept Rust campus clean. On the last d-a-y, day They had to all s-a-y, say That the team that Old Lane has this year is the best in the U. S. A. We are the b-e-s-t, best Of all the r-e-s-t, rest Just watch us put our Dragon right on top of Roger's chest. We'll hit the li-n-e, line For a hundred ninety-nine, For we love Ole Lane, yes we love her all the t-i-m-e, time. Tune--Show Me The Way To Go Home. Show 'em the way to go home, They're beat and they want to go to bed. Had a game with Lane about an hour ago And the score ran to their heads. Wherever the Dragons may roam, on land, sea or foam, You can always hear them sing this song, Show 'em the way to go home. - -M. E. BROOKS. RAMBLE Now didn't they ramble, they rambled, They rambled all around. Hey! In and out of town. Hey! They rambled, they rambled, They all rambled 'til Lane Dragons cut 'em down. They rambled in the Dining Hall to get a bowl of soup, The matron hit 'em on the head and made 'em loop the loop. Rust had a rooster, they put him on the fence, The rooster crowed for Lane because he had some sense. Philander Smith had a Lion with long and shaggy hair, Lane didn't have a Lion, but Oh! her teddy bear! SWEET MEATS They were nothing but Sweet Meats for our football team. They were nothing but Sweet Meats for our football team. We baked Philander Smith, Boiled Shorter, Fried M. I., And Rust Slaw. They were nothing but Sweet Meats for our football team. HONK, HONK! That mule said honk, honk, honk, Honk, honk, honk, Honk, honk, honk! Give that mule some more hay. I had a little mule I named Lane, Give that mule some more hay. I rode his tail just to save his mane, Give that mule some more hay. I had a little mule I named him Rust, Give that mule some more hay. I fed him so much his lil' belly bust, Give that mule some more hay. -By M. E. Brooks. Page ninety-one