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Caption: Magazine - The Siren (1911 Selections)
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THE SIREN grip, and. in the enchanting morning mist, arrived by the journey-fatigued Wa bash. Imagine her joy and surprise ai finding herself in a land, as guild* of Muses as is a babe of (cctb. A veritable Utopia, inhabited by the pink of i hivalry and culture, men who had never heard of jealous Muses. The Siren chuckled with joy, took out her tape, and signed a contract for monthly appearan ad infinitum. • • • • • w E sincerely appreciate the support which certain of our alumni have given us. OW encouraging it is to know, that, despite the many adversities of the season, we at last have attained the ne plus ultra of football happiness. We are to play Minnesota. The air is tingling. We bang our feet against the bleachers and hug ourselves with eager anticipation of the fray. Yet some of us, those who have brought co-ed friends, are lost to the world. Poor fellows, who cannot even have the joy of sitting on their hands. Then the band marches onto the field. "With one accord we rise and. with bared heads, we pledge our loyalty to our alma mater. We settle back into our seats. The field is quiet, except for the murmur of voice and the cracking of peanuts. Suddenly the gate is opened and we again spring to our feet. A moment more and we reseat ourselves. It's the Minnesota team. But we cheer lustily, and the mighty volume of our voices booms down the field. Scarcely have the echoes died away when the orange and blue trots upon the gridiron. We catch our breaths and' simultaneously the great "oskee wow wow" bursts forth, for the battle is on! T H E KING IS DEAD! LONG LIVE T H E KING! ' " T H E Palace was very still that night, Save for a wailing cry, As a radiant angel wondrous bright Slipped through the gates of eternal light T o earth, from the realms on high. T h e Palace was full of wild delight. But one heart was filled with woe, For another King on the wings ^\ night Had come to rule \\it[, a rod ^\ might. And they said that he must go. The fallen King From his trundle bed Sobbed in the dark alone, ''ill -i gentle V0i From o'er his he.id Whispering comfort softl aid That he niigiu h.uc the throne 9
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