University of Wisconsin Madison - Badger Yearbook (Madison, WI)

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The first thrill comes when the hand steps off down the field in their colorful uniforms for the traditional flag raising. Peggy and Tom and the thousands of others watch the stars an l stripes rise to the top of the j ole. Then a moments (jniet. and the pla ers rush out on the field in their cardinal and gold . . . Tiieir throats he hoarse for days, hut who cares — xshen those tense moments come, the hall is on the five- ard line, there ' s notliin : to do hut ell and ell just as loud as ou can and mayhe pra a little too . . . nd the elling worked, liecause it ' s a touchdown! The pla ers ke|)t the hall mo - ing down the field, closer ami closer to the goal line, and now its over and isconsin is in the lead — Stuhldreher heams. the isconsin team is prou l. an«l I ' eggy and Tom go wild along with e eryone else, hecause there is no sight ccpial to that of the |)igskin lying on a coveted spot heneath the posts. ft i 1 iM p 1 Hi m jil u -wii P

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The Saturday afternoon begins, and its time to start the walk to the stadium. Peggy and Tom are just part of a crowd of thousands of Wisconsinites, all stepping out of their houses to spend a bright afternoon rooting for what they hope will be a victorious team . . . Show your ticket books, please. Every gate is jammed, the pennant sellers are busy and from inside the stadium the band can al- ready be heard. Things may get a bit rough, but who minds a little pushing on a football week-end? . . . Peggy and Tom climb to their seats and take their places with the other spectators. The benches are jammed and everyone is excited. The candy sellers appear, programs are purchased, someone yells to someone three rows down, someone else yells to someone six rows across. Nobody expects to be heard, it ' s just good to be making noise and letting off excess energy until the game begins at last . . .

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Certainly nobody in the stadium works harder than the elieerleaders. They contort in unison, flinging themselves around careless of life or limb, urging the crowd to scream a little louder, making the spectator spirit resound throughout the afternoon . . . the game goes on and the touchdowns mount up, as Peggy and Tom watch the team go on to sure victory. It gets colder in the stands as the sun sinks lower, but who notices the temperature? Cheer after cheer keeps coming out, people huddle deeper into their coats, the drum beats out the score, and the clock is pointing to the final minute of play. A gun sounds. Varsity is sung, and it ' s time to start an evening fit to celebrate a victory . . . But football week-ends must end, and after the last toast is drunk and last song sung, Peggy and Tom say the traditional good- night under a harvest moon — Wisconsin has won another victory and Peggy and Tom have wrapped up another memory of Wisconsin.