1912–13 Volume 37 No 1–5 - Phi Delta Theta Scroll Archive

220 THE SCROLLuable addition to the next edition of the fraternity song book. Itstuneful measures were played by the orchestra as an overture at thetheatre party. The words and music are reproduced on other pagesof this number.The point of the following song is that at the smoker of everyconvention from the first smoker at Louisville in 1900, until theChicago convention, there was always plenty of beer, perhaps toomuch, but, by decision of the Chicago convention committees all formsof intoxicants were excluded from the smoker at this convention, andthe convention declared that hereafter they should be excluded fromall fraternity and chapter meetings.AIR—BEAUTIFUL DOLL,GOOD-BYEIt seems like years,Since we had our beers>It used to be our delight,To order up and drink through, the night;It's different now, since we took that vow,You scarcely ever drink with meExcepting milk or else cold tea.CHORUSOh, my "bottle of booze,'' good bye;My lips are parched, I'm surely going to die.If you were with me then my thirst I'd slake,Oh, goodness me, what a sad mistake,—I never thought this function would be dry.Oh, you marvelous town of "Chi,"'Twill do no good for me to pout and sigh,The smoker crew has "rushed the can,"Far away fr'om the Phi Delt man.Fare thee well my "bottle of booze," good bye.The following song refers to the Aztec club at Iowa State College,which long petitioned Phi Delta Theta for a charter, which some timeago was reorganized under the Cadduria Club, and which was charteredby the Chicago convention.SOME MOREROOMAIR—"Sumurun."The Aztec Club had a "dub" with ambition quite beyond compare,It was his aim, a Greek name, to secure to kill that "Barb" affair."Phi Delt for me," then said he, "Wait and see, I'm going to set our snare,"We'll petition them hard, show records by yard, so rich and rare;In Sunday best, we'll get dressed and go up to see the great "G. C.";We'll treat the boys, make a noise and we know that they will soon agreeTo take us in and begin right away to have a jubilee—Take that name off the door, 'tis "Aztecs" no more, FRATERNITY!CHORUSSome more room,—some more room,If your school has wads of "mon,"We will take you one by one.Some more room,—some more room