were, the Oberlin College more-or-less-Marching Band! And there
they played; they attempted some sort of jazz-rock sort of thing, all
the while standing very still in their compact little four-by-four group.
since Lake Forest's show had been so long, the teams were about ready
to go again. The referee blew his whistle at Our Band, but Our
Band kept playing; they weren't done yet. Lake Forest's team
went out onto the field and lined up to receive the kickoff; Our Band
kept playing. On the other side of them, Oberlin lined up to
kick off; Our Band kept playing. The head linesman stood with
his hands on his hips and stared at the sight: sixteen
musicians rooted to the 50-yard line, surrounded by football players,
continuing their concert bravely despite the gathering storm
clouds. The referee seemed to be wondering, "What sort of
a silly conglomeration is this, anyhow?"
I have a
feeling that if Our Band had been bigger, the officials would have
left them alone. But what are sixteen against a College
Football Game? The referee tried to shoo this inept little crew
off the field like so many stray dogs. No one in the band knew
what to do, but one girl in the front row eventually stepped forward
timidly, and then the whole band walked off the field. They
managed to come off in formation, thoughmore or lessand
they were still playing.
And how we
cheered them! They were Our Band. Our football team is
the New York Mets of the NCAA anywaywe lost the game 43-14 and
haven't won one yetand this musical outfit fit right into the
image. After the game, President Carr himself congratulated the
bandsmen, and we cheered again. We loved them.
then. North Union's band isn't so hot, right? And it
seems doomed to perpetual mediocrity, right? After all, not too
many more Shoemakers are going to find their way to the little
village of Richwood, and without a strong director the band's going nowhere.
this, those North Unionians connected with the band are going to be
continually frustrated, and the fans are going to be subjected to a
series of blah halftime shows. Therefore, it would be better to
avoid the frustration and the blah, right? It would be better
to quit trying, right? Right?
rinky-dink band like Oberlin's wouldn't require much effort. It
wouldn't be expected to be good, so no one would be frustrated by the
fact that it was terrible.
important, it would give the fans a good laugh. Ha-ha is more
to be desired than ho-hum, runs the old Chinese proverb.
Union would have something to be proud of! We can never boast
of the best band in Central Ohio, but we can have the worst
one! All it takes is a little less effort.
update: the Oberlin College Marching Band still exists!
I saw it in person. Click here
for other pictures.
update: the band also existed ten years before my time!
In the WOBC
Frank Porath '58 said:
remember broadcasting a game from here in Oberlin. At
halftime, the marching band from the other place would come out and
they would dazzle everyone. One time the Oberlin marching band
marched onto the field very snappily, then they rolled out a little
dolly with the timpani and did Ravels Bolero.
Then they rolled the drums off and the band smartly marched off and
that was the halftime.