WHAT'S THE SHOUTIN' FOR?

On every Saturday for six weeks undergraduates have gone to the Stadium. They have sat in the cheering section and shouted when told to by the cheer leaders. Or, perched on the East side, they have exhorted each member of the team by his, first name, establishing in this way their superiority to their hostile surroundings. Or, whenever a Crimson-clad player hit the line, they have jumped up in their seats and shrieked, "Atta boy, George!"

Outside of this somewhat impersonal acquaintanceship, the undergraduates as a whole have had no chance to know the team. Tonight the opportunity comes. The College, the coaches, and the team will get together face to face and there will be very few students left to lean out of dormitory windows and wonder sleepily, "What's all the shoutin' for?" The University has complete confidence in its team and tonight is the first occasion to show it.