Word: rahs
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...discussing the Class Dance question, let's keep "Joe College" out of the picture. We want no rah-rah affair, but there is nothing to prove that a Junior Prom week-end at Harvard would take on the aspect of a University of Miami brawl. Hobart A. Lerner...
...well here, that there might be a more ideal attitude. And certainly they would not wish to see Dartmouth hide its spontaneous war-whoops under a hypocritical cloak of assumed indifference. It is not for Harvard men, but they see something vital and healthy in the rah-rah spirit which pervades most of the nation's campuses. So back to the tepees of your fathers, young bucks...
Lustily singing this battle hymn, 10,000 Washingtonians jampacked ten special trains last week, journeyed to Manhattan. Marching up Broadway behind a 90-piece brass band decked in Indian costume, the hilarious invaders were amazed to see no excitement. Back home in Washington the rah-rah spirit was everywhere. On the streets, in the night clubs, at the movies, in the Supreme Court corridors, people were humming...
Washingtonians liked the Marshall whoopee between the halves: Indian war dances, shag contests, crooners, swing bands and the intricate maneuvers of his 90-piece marching band. Most of all they liked the latest Marshall innovation: a rah-rah song, Hail to the Redskins, with music by Barnee Breeskin, band leader at the swank Shoreham Hotel, and words by one-time Cinemactress Corinne Griffith (Declasse, The Lady in Ermine), wife of Big Chief Marshall. The nine other owners of big-league professional teams, well aware that the Redskins have attracted the largest crowds (440,000 in 13 games) this season...
...recovered fumbles and intercepted passes until they had put the Redskins to rout, 36-to-0. Although lacking Marshall music, war whoops and cow bells, the Giants fans had plenty of spirit. They ended the powwow by tearing down both goal posts while the Redskin rooters murmured a feeble rah...