(Without comment, the Crimson reprints this poem which originally appeared in its Yale Game issue for 1935.)
Harvard men are mad as crickets
Popping up from all the thickets
Piping, "Mr. Bingham! What's
The story on the tickets?"
What's the story here?
Who can raise a cheer
When his neck is full of cricks
Off in section 36?
After all, it's common knowledge
Half the fun of Harvard College
(And there's nothing quite so nifty)
Is a ticket on the fifty.
This is getting rather scarey,
How explain to Jane and Mary
That by one of Bingham's tricks
We're in section 36?
Does he know the mental anguish
Of a senior made to languish
In the horrid imperfection
Of an undesirable section?
Freshmen freezing in the shade
Of the windy colonnade!
They may all come down with rickets--
Why, the idea of such tickets!
Oh, the anguish! Oh, the shame!
Never mind about the game,
Tell us something we can say
To Roberta, Flo, and May.
Let's surround the H.A.A.
Night and day in angry pickets
Bearing placards that will say
DOWN WITH BINGHAM AND HIS TICKETS!
Well, it's quite a howdy-do
And perhaps too late for kicks,
But our sons go to Purdue
If we sit in 36!