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THE BATTALION.
ducing him to remain there and neg- next to the training of the soul this
lect the cultivation of his body. For is the greatest gift a man can receive.
OUR TEAM.
Now glory to our Coach, Murray,
To whom much glory’s due!
And glory to our players all.
And our brave captain, too!
Now let there be a merry sound
Of shout and college yell,
To praise our gallant foot ball team
That played the games so well.
First came the Houston High School
team,
They’re gritty players all,
But when our team made 43,
They said, “That’s true foot ball.”
The ’Varsity’s great “rep” was lost,
The next succeeding game.
For our team took the ball up the field
And won enduring fatne.
And when we pierced the ’Varsity’s
line
It made our president laugh.
For his boys were in for a good touch
down.
In “double time” and a half.
But the ’Varsity said this would not do,
And took her only chance,
So they managed to get Mr. Referee
To say ’twas a forward pass.
Our players proved that they have
grit,
And played an honest game;
The referee robbed them 6 to 0—
They held ’Varsity just the same.
Our team’s third game was withSewa-
nee,
The champions of the South.
They beat our boys by a little score,
With smiles upon each mouth.
Though it was not a victory.
According to the score.
We’ve beat the University,
Which ne’er was done before.
This expression is frequently heard
since the Harvard-Yale foot-ball game:
Our next was fought with young Tu-
lane—
For sure they are good stuff.
And yet we showed them, man to man,
Some others could be tough.
We took the ball away from them
And went merrily on.
For we were going to make a touch
down,
Before so very long.
Not only one, but three we made,
And a place kick, Schultz made, too,
Which gave us a score of 22—
Our equals are but few.
Our next was Baylor ’Varsity—
Their team looked like a wall;
But these big boys some day w'ill be
Much better at foot ball.
They’re a plucky set, I fully agree,
And played a right nice game,
But when they met the A. M. C.
They missed the foot ball fame. .
The last good game that we did play,
Was played with Louisiana;
Although they’re not so far away,
They thought ’twas in Montana.
The game was by a large crowd seen,
Who thought it famous sport.
Enough to cure one of the spleen.
And bring a laugh to court.
For when our wondrous team began
To pile up such a score,
“Why, beat the ’Varsity, you can,”
Said Baton Rouge, “I’m sure.”
We flamed this fame by feast and ball,
And late, last Friday night,
In Mr. Sbisa’s banquet hall,
There was a gracious sight.
—X. Y. Z.
“It was .certainly a surprise to me
that Harvard did not win, and Yale