ROSCOE'S HAT AND
whose coolness toward Harvard was well known, raced out of the stands, lugged
McMillin around on their shoulders, leveled the goal posts and snake danced
until exhausted. It was some time before all the Centre players escaped the
ecstatic fans. Some were surprisingly nonchalant. A few sold their game jerseys
at souvenir prices ranging from $10 to $50. Probably Roscoe had the best time
of all. M.I.T. students shanghaied him and began a house-to-house visit along
fraternity row, pausing frequently for refreshments. Well after midnight they
sent Roscoe to the Lenox Hotel in a cab, but they kept his dearly prized hat
and coat. For years these souvenirs hung in the Beta Theta Pi house under a
sign which read, "Roscoe's hat and coat."
Down in Danville
the carnival spirit held sway and business closed down for a week. Bonfires
dotted alleys and streets. The legend "C 6, H 0" was smeared on
sidewalks, fences, store windows, telephone poles, mailboxes, cars. One
energetic youth climbed the water tower and painted the score there too. Not
even cattle were safe. College boys rounded up 10 or 12 milk cows, painted the
"C 6, H 0" on their hides and drove them, bewildered and bawling, down
Danville's normally quiet main street.
met the returning heroes at Lexington and escorted them the last 50 miles to
Danville. Stores were closed, classes forgotten. The players, draped over the
city's flashiest fire truck, were paraded up and down tree-lined streets.
Finally, Bo was called upon for a speech. He delivered it with commendable
brevity: "This is the happiest day of my life."