[82lsju]

"The Immortal 21"

Surely you've heard of Glenford Brunson, William Eberwine, Robert Loofbourow and James Trimmingham. Well, then perhaps you remember Gerald Bettman and Gordon Snodgrass? Don Kropp? 

And you call yourself a Stanford student! For shame! Those men are immortal, as every Stanford student should know.  For they and fourteen other conspirators comprise the "Immortal 21," a group that will no doubt live forever in the minds and hearts of old grads everywhere

https://archives.stanforddaily.com/1966/...17#article



an interview in 2004 with the last surviving member of "The Immortal 21"

https://stanfordmag.org/contents/the-last-of-the-21

#BeatCal

[82lsju]

"The Immortal 21"

Surely you've heard of Glenford Brunson, William Eberwine, Robert Loofbourow and James Trimmingham. Well, then perhaps you remember Gerald Bettman and Gordon Snodgrass? Don Kropp? 

And you call yourself a Stanford student! For shame! Those men are immortal, as every Stanford student should know.  For they and fourteen other conspirators comprise the "Immortal 21," a group that will no doubt live forever in the minds and hearts of old grads everywhere

https://archives.stanforddaily.com/1966/...17#article



an interview in 2004 with the last surviving member of "The Immortal 21"

https://stanfordmag.org/contents/the-last-of-the-21

#BeatCal

[ElDoradoRed]

An investigation into why they are called "the weenies"

https://stanfordmag.org/contents/whither...mb2te4k8EA

BC

The author relies far too much on written references.  Referring to kal folks as weenies was common before the 1980’s.  When I was on campus in the mid-1970’s they were called weenies.  There was the weenie cheer at Big Games:

The Weenies, the Weenies
Beat Beat
The Weenies!

[ElDoradoRed]

An investigation into why they are called "the weenies"

https://stanfordmag.org/contents/whither...mb2te4k8EA

BC

The author relies far too much on written references.  Referring to kal folks as weenies was common before the 1980’s.  When I was on campus in the mid-1970’s they were called weenies.  There was the weenie cheer at Big Games:

The Weenies, the Weenies
Beat Beat
The Weenies!

[gailtate]

An investigation into why they are called "the weenies"

https://stanfordmag.org/contents/whither...mb2te4k8EA

BC

The author relies far too much on written references.  Referring to kal folks as weenies was common before the 1980’s.  When I was on campus in the mid-1970’s they were called weenies.  There was the weenie cheer at Big Games:

The Weenies, the Weenies
Beat Beat
The Weenies!

Raucous, vivid memories of that one.
And it should clarify the origin or metaphor or significance or analogy or...what-have-you. In particular, usage of "beat".

[gailtate]

An investigation into why they are called "the weenies"

https://stanfordmag.org/contents/whither...mb2te4k8EA

BC

The author relies far too much on written references.  Referring to kal folks as weenies was common before the 1980’s.  When I was on campus in the mid-1970’s they were called weenies.  There was the weenie cheer at Big Games:

The Weenies, the Weenies
Beat Beat
The Weenies!

Raucous, vivid memories of that one.
And it should clarify the origin or metaphor or significance or analogy or...what-have-you. In particular, usage of "beat".

[cctop]

When I was on campus in the late 1980's, I never once heard someone actually call Cal fans "weenies".

I did however see lots of references that we called them weenies, especially in print as cited in the article.

It's similar to how some people now say the fog in San Francisco is named Karl.

[cctop]

When I was on campus in the late 1980's, I never once heard someone actually call Cal fans "weenies".

I did however see lots of references that we called them weenies, especially in print as cited in the article.

It's similar to how some people now say the fog in San Francisco is named Karl.

[CliffSpeed]

Don't waste your opportunities when studying overseas. https://archives.stanforddaily.com/1984/...D_ARTICLE6

[CliffSpeed]

Don't waste your opportunities when studying overseas. https://archives.stanforddaily.com/1984/...D_ARTICLE6

[qwerty49]

When I was on campus in the late 1980's, I never once heard someone actually call Cal fans "weenies".

I did however see lots of references that we called them weenies, especially in print as cited in the article.

It's similar to how some people now say the fog in San Francisco is named Karl.

When I arrived in Fall '66, the term used was not weenies.  It started with T and referred to fecal matter.  Ironic because I first heard it from my RA who subsequently went to Boalt Law School.

[qwerty49]

When I was on campus in the late 1980's, I never once heard someone actually call Cal fans "weenies".

I did however see lots of references that we called them weenies, especially in print as cited in the article.

It's similar to how some people now say the fog in San Francisco is named Karl.

When I arrived in Fall '66, the term used was not weenies.  It started with T and referred to fecal matter.  Ironic because I first heard it from my RA who subsequently went to Boalt Law School.

[82lsju]

Don't waste your opportunities when studying overseas. https://archives.stanforddaily.com/1984/...D_ARTICLE6

[82lsju]

Don't waste your opportunities when studying overseas. https://archives.stanforddaily.com/1984/...D_ARTICLE6

[PVTree]

An investigation into why they are called "the weenies"

https://stanfordmag.org/contents/whither...mb2te4k8EA

BC

I still call the weenies weenies. How else could you refer to them? The name is fitting... They're weenies!

[PVTree]

An investigation into why they are called "the weenies"

https://stanfordmag.org/contents/whither...mb2te4k8EA

BC

I still call the weenies weenies. How else could you refer to them? The name is fitting... They're weenies!

[martyup]

An investigation into why they are called "the weenies"

https://stanfordmag.org/contents/whither...mb2te4k8EA

BC

Maybe we should not use the term "Weenie" because it might offend a cal student or alumnus?

[martyup]

An investigation into why they are called "the weenies"

https://stanfordmag.org/contents/whither...mb2te4k8EA

BC

Maybe we should not use the term "Weenie" because it might offend a cal student or alumnus?

[Phogge]

I have never heard a fellow native San Franciscan call the fog “Karl.”

[Phogge]

I have never heard a fellow native San Franciscan call the fog “Karl.”

[cardcrimson]

I have never heard a fellow native San Franciscan call the fog “Karl.”

Perhaps not, but the rain is Tess, the fire Joe, and the wind Maria.

[cardcrimson]

I have never heard a fellow native San Franciscan call the fog “Karl.”

Perhaps not, but the rain is Tess, the fire Joe, and the wind Maria.

[82lsju]

perhaps the best Big Game prank

For the Stanford pranksters, the best part of the whole hoax might have been watching some Cal students cry.

Or, it could have been making up a bogus NCAA rule. Or fake-quoting Golden Bears football coach Joe Kapp as saying, “Life isn’t fair. I swear to God it isn’t.” Or getting kudos from Brent Musburger on national TV. Or creating a two-for-one ad for the Cal bookstore that created havoc later that morning.

https://www.espn.com/blog/playbook/fando...al-history

an oral history of the prank

‘It’s just not fair’: An oral history of The Play and the 1982 fake Daily Cal

https://stanforddaily.com/2017/11/16/its...daily-cal/

[82lsju]

perhaps the best Big Game prank

For the Stanford pranksters, the best part of the whole hoax might have been watching some Cal students cry.

Or, it could have been making up a bogus NCAA rule. Or fake-quoting Golden Bears football coach Joe Kapp as saying, “Life isn’t fair. I swear to God it isn’t.” Or getting kudos from Brent Musburger on national TV. Or creating a two-for-one ad for the Cal bookstore that created havoc later that morning.

https://www.espn.com/blog/playbook/fando...al-history

an oral history of the prank

‘It’s just not fair’: An oral history of The Play and the 1982 fake Daily Cal

https://stanforddaily.com/2017/11/16/its...daily-cal/

[Phogge]

I have never heard a fellow native San Franciscan call the fog “Karl.”

[Phogge]

I have never heard a fellow native San Franciscan call the fog “Karl.”

[Treebound]

I still have a copy of the fake Daily Californian.  It was a great prank and it did take some of the sting out of that loss.  That was my first Big Game and it was a great battle even without The Play.  We used the "fake touchdown" sign from an earlier bad play call for many a year after that game.  Time to Beat the Weenies and get our Axe back!  

As for Karl the Fog, I like that too!   Sorry Fogge/TC!

[Treebound]

I still have a copy of the fake Daily Californian.  It was a great prank and it did take some of the sting out of that loss.  That was my first Big Game and it was a great battle even without The Play.  We used the "fake touchdown" sign from an earlier bad play call for many a year after that game.  Time to Beat the Weenies and get our Axe back!  

As for Karl the Fog, I like that too!   Sorry Fogge/TC!

[qwerty49]

I have never heard a fellow native San Franciscan call the fog “Karl.”

Yeah, wassup with that?  I'm a native San Franciscan and never heard that either.

Must be one of them newfangled fads like the Electric Slide or the Macarena.

[qwerty49]

I have never heard a fellow native San Franciscan call the fog “Karl.”

Yeah, wassup with that?  I'm a native San Franciscan and never heard that either.

Must be one of them newfangled fads like the Electric Slide or the Macarena.

[BostonCard]

https://twitter.com/karlthefog?s=21&t=hv...gP0jbinjYQ

You guys probably don’t know of it because it’s only been a thing since 2010.

Here’s the origin story.

https://archives.sfweekly.com/sanfrancis...id=2826334

BC

[BostonCard]

https://twitter.com/karlthefog?s=21&t=hv...gP0jbinjYQ

You guys probably don’t know of it because it’s only been a thing since 2010.

Here’s the origin story.

https://archives.sfweekly.com/sanfrancis...id=2826334

BC

[82lsju]

The Night Before Big Game 2022

     with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore
 
'Twas the night before Big Game, when all through the Bay
Not a Cardinal was stirring, not even Elway;
The jerseys were hung by the lockers with care,
Knowing that Big Game soon would be there;
 
The Cardinal were nestled all snug in their beds,
Visions of Touchdown Cookies danced in their heads;
 
And Deanne in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
 
When out on the Oval there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the tailgate to see what’s the matter.
 
Away to the stadium I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The sun over the field had just begun to glow
Gave the lustre of gameday to objects below,
 
When, what to my wondering eyes should I see,
But a Cardinal Block S, and eight mighty tree,
 
With a haughty young driver, and his long snapper too,
In a moment St. Joshua kicked right on through.
More rapid than eagles his teammates they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
 
"Now, Tremayne! now, Wilson! now, Sanborn and all!
On, Yurosek! on Bailey! on, Moi, come all!
 
To the top of the post! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!
 
As dry leaves that before the wild blitz fly,
When they meet with a stunt, mount to the sky,
 
So to the goal his field goals they flew,
With a playbook full of place kicks, and St. Joshua too.
 
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the street
The prancing and pawing of each little cleat.
 
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Who but St. Joshua came with a bound.
 
He was dressed all in white, from his head to his foot,
And his jersey was tarnished with grasses and soot;
 
A bundle of defenders he beat with his leg
His kicks a weapon that made others beg.
 
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks covered in eye black, his pose was quite scary!
 
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the helmet he wore was as white as the snow;
 
The stump of a mouthpiece he held tight in his teeth,
As field goals circled him like a holiday wreath;
 
He had a quick step and strength that could freeze
And when he kicked the ball the bears scattered like fleas.
 
He was powerful and chiseled, a right jolly young Card,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of my guard;
 
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had little to dread;
 
He spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
And kicked over the bears; then turned with a smirk,
 
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
Up to the post his field goals they rose;
 
He sprang to his left, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
 
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Let’s get the Axe, it’s our sacred right”

[82lsju]

The Night Before Big Game 2022

     with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore
 
'Twas the night before Big Game, when all through the Bay
Not a Cardinal was stirring, not even Elway;
The jerseys were hung by the lockers with care,
Knowing that Big Game soon would be there;
 
The Cardinal were nestled all snug in their beds,
Visions of Touchdown Cookies danced in their heads;
 
And Deanne in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
 
When out on the Oval there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the tailgate to see what’s the matter.
 
Away to the stadium I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The sun over the field had just begun to glow
Gave the lustre of gameday to objects below,
 
When, what to my wondering eyes should I see,
But a Cardinal Block S, and eight mighty tree,
 
With a haughty young driver, and his long snapper too,
In a moment St. Joshua kicked right on through.
More rapid than eagles his teammates they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
 
"Now, Tremayne! now, Wilson! now, Sanborn and all!
On, Yurosek! on Bailey! on, Moi, come all!
 
To the top of the post! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!
 
As dry leaves that before the wild blitz fly,
When they meet with a stunt, mount to the sky,
 
So to the goal his field goals they flew,
With a playbook full of place kicks, and St. Joshua too.
 
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the street
The prancing and pawing of each little cleat.
 
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Who but St. Joshua came with a bound.
 
He was dressed all in white, from his head to his foot,
And his jersey was tarnished with grasses and soot;
 
A bundle of defenders he beat with his leg
His kicks a weapon that made others beg.
 
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks covered in eye black, his pose was quite scary!
 
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the helmet he wore was as white as the snow;
 
The stump of a mouthpiece he held tight in his teeth,
As field goals circled him like a holiday wreath;
 
He had a quick step and strength that could freeze
And when he kicked the ball the bears scattered like fleas.
 
He was powerful and chiseled, a right jolly young Card,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of my guard;
 
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had little to dread;
 
He spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
And kicked over the bears; then turned with a smirk,
 
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
Up to the post his field goals they rose;
 
He sprang to his left, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
 
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Let’s get the Axe, it’s our sacred right”

[gailtate]

I have never heard a fellow native San Franciscan call the fog “Karl.”

I remember Karl LaFong. Capital L, small a, capital F, small o, small n, small g. La Fong. Karl LaFong.

[gailtate]

I have never heard a fellow native San Franciscan call the fog “Karl.”

I remember Karl LaFong. Capital L, small a, capital F, small o, small n, small g. La Fong. Karl LaFong.

[82lsju]

well that did not turn out well, we lose Big Game 20-27....

Charge of the Cardinal
with apologies to Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I
Second and long, third and long,
Fourth and long onward,
All in the Canyon of Strawberry
Rode the one hundred and seven.
"Forward, the Cardinal!"
"Charge for The Axe!" they said:
Into the stadium of doom
Rode the one hundred and seven.

II
"Forward, the Cardinal!"
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the players knew
Someone had blundered:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to Beat the Bears:
Into the Canyon of Strawberry
Rode the one hundred and seven.

III
Fumbles to right of them,
Incompletions to left of them,
Penalties in front of them
Blitzed and blocked;
Stormed at with run and pass,
Boldly they tackled and covered,
Into the stadium of doom,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the one hundred and seven.

IV
Flashed all their defenses bare,
Flashed as they turned in air,
Tackling the runners there,
Sacking a quarterback, while
All the world wondered:
Plunged in the evening-haze
Right through the line they broke;
Tackles and ends
Reeled from the double team
Tackled and sacked.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the one hundred and seven.

V
Fumbles to right of them,
Incompletions to left of them,
Penalties in front of them
Blitzed and blocked;
Stormed at with twist and stunt,
While flanker and quarterback fell,
They that had fought so well
Came through the stadium of doom
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of one hundred and seven.

VI
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Cardinal,
Noble one hundred and seven.

[82lsju]

well that did not turn out well, we lose Big Game 20-27....

Charge of the Cardinal
with apologies to Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I
Second and long, third and long,
Fourth and long onward,
All in the Canyon of Strawberry
Rode the one hundred and seven.
"Forward, the Cardinal!"
"Charge for The Axe!" they said:
Into the stadium of doom
Rode the one hundred and seven.

II
"Forward, the Cardinal!"
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the players knew
Someone had blundered:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to Beat the Bears:
Into the Canyon of Strawberry
Rode the one hundred and seven.

III
Fumbles to right of them,
Incompletions to left of them,
Penalties in front of them
Blitzed and blocked;
Stormed at with run and pass,
Boldly they tackled and covered,
Into the stadium of doom,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the one hundred and seven.

IV
Flashed all their defenses bare,
Flashed as they turned in air,
Tackling the runners there,
Sacking a quarterback, while
All the world wondered:
Plunged in the evening-haze
Right through the line they broke;
Tackles and ends
Reeled from the double team
Tackled and sacked.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the one hundred and seven.

V
Fumbles to right of them,
Incompletions to left of them,
Penalties in front of them
Blitzed and blocked;
Stormed at with twist and stunt,
While flanker and quarterback fell,
They that had fought so well
Came through the stadium of doom
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of one hundred and seven.

VI
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Cardinal,
Noble one hundred and seven.

[martyup]

I have never heard a fellow native San Franciscan call the fog “Karl.”

I remember Karl LaFong. Capital L, small a, capital F, small o, small n, small g. La Fong. Karl LaFong.

I thought the fog was Mel Torme.  Velvet even.

[martyup]

I have never heard a fellow native San Franciscan call the fog “Karl.”

I remember Karl LaFong. Capital L, small a, capital F, small o, small n, small g. La Fong. Karl LaFong.

I thought the fog was Mel Torme.  Velvet even.