Read all about it: College newspaper 1924-2012 available online

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November 06, 2012

Old issues of the college newspaper – published under various titles including The Black and White, The Gold Bug, Scrimshaw, The Phoenix and since 2004 The McDaniel Free Press – are online for all to peruse and enjoy.

The archives begin with the Jan. 22, 1924 edition of The Black and White and continue through the most recent edition of The McDaniel Free Press.

Here, from the college times of alumnus Ken Gill for whom the new stadium was named and dedicated Nov. 3 and football teammates Don Rembert, Tony Wiles, Fred Dilkes and – mentioned in this article by his nickname “Punchy” – Don Leneski.

An Apology: What It Was, Was Football
From The Gold Bug, Oct. 10, 1958
Editor in Chief: Albert T. Dawkins, Jr.

The opening game of the football season brewed up a special brand of excitement on the campus. The Terrors met the Eagles on the gridiron and proved to be fiercer than their visitor. However, not all the action was on the field.

Alumni, who vowed that they couldn’t wait to get out, thronged back to their Alma Mater.  The men ushered in new girls, old girls with new looks, and wives. The women came back to compare diamonds and to talk to the other Alumni to find out what was new among old friends. The “Alumni” who never received their diplomas returned to see if anyone was surpassing the colorful memories that they had left behind. The $1.50 admission came as a shock, but the news was worth it.

The freshman class swarmed onto the cinder track like rats following the Pied Piper. High school cheers and Terror yells permeated the air with enthusiasm that only college football can evoke.  All rumors and misgivings that they had had about the team were dispelled as they cheered valiantly for victory. Clad in rat hats and new bulky-knit sweaters, they distinguished themselves from the apathetic upperclassmen in their “bally-knits.”

The PA announcer reported the details of the lineup and the game, but the wind blew the sound away. A noble effort! Also in the press box were announcers from station WTTR broadcasting the play-by-play. Transistor models and car radios were tuned in as WMC football hit the air waves for the first time.

“One two, three, four. Who are we for?” “Ice cold Cokes!” The fraternity men interrupted the cheers with their salesmanship. Programs for information and jokes, seat cushions for comfort, and food for – proved to be an integral part of the game for those who had the money. The sudden temperature drop left the concessionaires with a lot of left-over lemonade.

Even the seniors went to their last first game. Most of the men were selling things, but the women took seats to visit with the Alumni and to see who came with whom. This was also a good chance to get a late date for the fraternity party that night.

As the score mounted, Punchy’s fan club voiced their opinions and asked for their “idol” to be put in. Strains of “Put me in, coach, I don’t smoke!” were discerned coming from the grandstand managers.

Sophomore women displaying various tokens of their newly-pledged sororities rejoiced in the fact that they could talk to upper-classmen again. The confusion of the night before extricated itself, and each girl found out what group her friends had joined.

The band, reinforced with a group of talented freshmen musicians, proudly played the various fight songs. The drummer pounded the pulsating rhythms of the cheers as the cheerleaders shouted. The cheers came fast and furious so that the leaders could keep warm, but often the most exciting plays were missed as the “locomotive” ran through the stands.

Junior men were either selling their wares or keeping an eye on their freshman dates for that evening. The gals huddled together to talk over sororities, men and things in general. More people began to notice the score board as the Terrors “held that line.”

Two young ladies, during the fourth quarter, discovered that they were thirsty. The older of the two said to her friend, “Not yet. Let’s wait til the half.”

At the final whistle, cheers went up, the Alma Mater was played and sung, and fans swarmed the field to hug the players with congratulations.

No sir, not all the action was on the field. However, with due apologies to Deacon Andy Griffith, it must be said that “What It Was, Was Football.” 

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