Well! Well! Well! Yell! Yell! Yell! Spell! Spell! Spell! L--O--W--E--L--L Oh! Well! Oh! Well! Go Tell! Go Tell! Everybody we’re from LOWELL echoed and reëchoed over the field. Then, just as the last echoes were thrown back from the distance, the Lowell boys, not to be outdone by the delicate compliment of their rivals of their own accord also, struck up the Jefferson song, ALMA MATER. More quickly than before it was taken up by the vast audience, because they were now on the alert, the band joined in and for five minutes more the resounding notes of the Western song were thrown upon the air from sixty thousand throats to be followed by the familiar Jefferson yell, which made the biggest noise of all because more of the crowd were familiar with it. J--E--EFF J--E--EFF J--E--EFFERSON JEFFERSON JEFFERSON RAH ROW RAY RI REE RAW RUN That’s the music for JEFFERSON. Then for the forty minutes of practice allowed the team, the Jefferson crowd, the band and Lowell’s representatives in turn sang their best songs, and gave their yells, all but the band, of course, which in this instance made less noise and also less music than any one of the three, if you can ever call noise music. Jefferson would start her baseball song going to the tune of “Maryland, My Maryland.” Thy sons are battling for thy name Jefferson, dear Jefferson They go to die or win this game Jefferson, dear Jefferson Give them your cheers in loud acclaim Help them to-day withstand the strain And they’ll add glory to your fame Jefferson, dear Jefferson. The Champions are our foes they say Jefferson, dear Jefferson For twenty years they’ve blocked our way Jefferson, dear Jefferson We have a team to cause dismay To any nine that tries to play Baseball with this big school to-day Jefferson, dear Jefferson. We’ve got the lads who hit the ball Jefferson, dear Jefferson Where Lowell boys are not at all Jefferson, dear Jefferson We’ll make those Champions look small We’ll hit them over the outer wall And raise that rag on Chapel Hall Jefferson, dear Jefferson. And just as soon as they had finished, the Lowell contingent would cut loose with their version of the “Battle Hymn of the Republic.” The Lowell team is on the job Her nine is fit and strong She has got the boys who hit the pill And they’ve been champions long She’s better this year than ever before She’s never yet been wrong, So let the game go on. _Chorus_ Here’s three cheers for good old Lowell, Here’s three cheers for good old Lowell, Here’s three cheers for good old Lowell, So let the game go on.