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Weekly features from college archivist, Fred Burwell.

Each week college archivist Fred Burwell shares a story from the college archives on the Terrarium. Complete with pictures, these wonderful blasts from the past have become a favorite feature on the Terrarium. Below is the complete collection of "Fridays With Fred" posts.

 

FRIDAYS WITH FRED: The great Cane Rush of 1906

September 1, 2011 at 4:55 pm

CAne Rush 1 

Saturday, September 22, 1906, early afternoon.  Seventy-five men from Beloit College’s incoming class of 1910 meet at Professor Robert Coit Chapin’s empty lot on Chapin Street, to strategize, sympathize, and limber up. In an hour, they have a do or die rendezvous with the men of the sophomore class. The repeated attempts at bravado peter out into nervous conversation. Few know what to expect. A couple of friendly junior class members offer advice and check over the ten stout hickory canes, making sure they’re strong and intact.

By 2 p.m., a boisterous crowd of spectators throng the portion of the park opposite the First Congregational Church. The men of the sophomore class assemble on the grounds, watching the line of sophomore women march into the park. The women shout class yells, sing class songs, tootle on pipes and beat on miniature drums, wearing gleaming white dresses accented with bright red sashes and hats, matching their fluttering class of 1909 banners. Representatives of the class of 1910 arrive next. 

Cane Rush 2Senior Hal Townsend, acting as referee, explains the rules governing Beloit’s annual Cane Rush, an event dating back to at least the early 1890’s when the unsanctioned melee cost students a fine of $5 each, a handy method of college fundraising.  Beloit’s faculty tacitly approve the day’s event, avidly reported by the local press.

“The contest will last fifteen minutes,” Townsend tells them. “There will be a warning after ten minutes.” The other rules are simple: The freshmen have to protect the ten canes. The sophomores have to break them. If they break more than five canes, the sophomores win the contest.

The sophomore class forms in a wedge-shape and face the freshman. Townsend screams “Go!” and the two sides launch into each other. The largest and heaviest freshmen plop down onto the canes and hold tight while others leap on top, adding a second layer of protection. Oomph!  Groan! Sophomores pile on, grasping at clothing and hair and trying to reach the curve-handled canes. 

Cane Rush 3Those at the bottom eat grass and feel their muscles stretching, bones bending. Sam Ransom, one of the college’s finest athletes, feels his shoulder thrown out of joint, dislocated, although he’ll be back on the gridiron before you know it. Crack! A cane snaps in two and someone hurls it into the air. One down.  Then another.  The wriggling mass of bodies writhes in ever greater frenzy, slippery with sweat, grungy with turf and soil, pressed in by the cheering and taunting crowd.

 Dust clouds rise like smoke. Crack!  Crack! A time-keeper tweets a shrill warning—ten minutes down, only five to go. By 3:15 p.m., torn sweaters, ripped shirts, a trouser leg here, a trouser leg there, and eight broken canes litter the ground. After the referees confer, Hal Townsend calls out that the class of 1909 wins the 1906 cane rush and a wild cheer erupts from the women in white and the men in grime.

Hours later, the class of ’09 celebrates their victory at a lawn party on College Avenue, hosted by Miss Marjorie Gregory, where they convene under Japanese lanterns and feast on late-season watermelon. The freshmen spend a more subdued evening at the home of Miss Hazel McIntosh on Emerson Street, licking their wounds, planning strategy for next September’s encounter with the class of 1911.