Re: Welcome to the Club SMU
Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 11:14 am
BIGHORSE wrote:Tom Rossley played w.r. for Cincinnati.
Mr. Cunningham?
Mr. Cunningham?
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Mr. Cunningham?
Re: Welcome to the Club SMU
Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 11:27 am
smupony94 wrote:We are doing due diligence on our new conference mates. If you would, please post pictures of your coeds. We will return the favor.
smupony94,
you got me to thinking. hope this link works.
http://www.campusgirlsusa.com/gallery09.php?gid=47
Re: Welcome to the Club SMU
Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 11:30 am
lwjr wrote:smupony94,
you got me to thinking. hope this link works.
http://www.campusgirlsusa.com/gallery09.php?gid=47
Thanks, that's another hour that I am now distracted at work.
Re: Welcome to the Club SMU
Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 11:30 am
I have heard of Tom Rossley.
Texas Chili over Cincy Chili. I will east both though. Cincy Chilli was created by greek immigrants.
The Bearcat name actually came about,
"A new era was born when Kentucky came to town. The Wildcats were a formidable team and UC was struggling. During the second half of the game, cheerleader Norman "Pat" Lyon, building on the efforts of fullback Leonard K. "Teddy" Baehr, created a new chant: "They may be Wildcats, but we have a Baehr-cat on our side."
Also our most inspirational football Alum is Jimmy Nippert,
James Gamble Nippert was born in 1900 at The Christ Hospital and grew up on Cincinnati's west side. He went to Hughes High School before matriculating to Culver Military Academy in northern Indiana. He graduated in 1918 and enlisted in the army's artillery, which was fighting the final year of the first World War (a picture of Nippert in uniform hangs in the Music Room at the Sigma Alpha Epsilon house). He stayed in the military for six months and reached the commission of second lieutenant before he was discharged.
His father, Alfred K. Nippert, had graduated from UC, and after leaving the army, Jimmy matriculated there as well. After graduating pre-law, he attended Harvard's law school briefly, then transferred back home, wishing to obtain his law degree from UC. Just like his father.
By all accounts, Nippert was a popular, upstanding young man.
One newspaper called him "the perfect type of American youth. His morals, courageous sense of duty, loyalty and honesty were of the highest." Boyd Chambers, UC's first athletic director, called him "the finest type of boy he ever met."
When Nippert returned to UC, he, like his father, pledged Sigma Alpha Epsilon, becoming the Ohio Epsilon chapter's first legacy. He set out to make a name for himself -- in the classroom and on the football field, where this story truly begins.
He joined the squad in 1921 as a backup, but buoyed by his strength and his ability to play center on the offensive line -- even on what was considered an average frame -- he earned the starting position in 1922. Yes, the Bearcats were lousy that year, winning once in nine tries, but Nippert performed admirably. He was one of the heroes of the campus.
His parents were well-respected, his grandfather James Gamble was a partner at Procter & Gamble, he was a second lieutenant in the middle of a great war, and he was good on the football field. Who couldn't admire a guy like that?
Nippert, though, had enough of football. He had one year of law school remaining, and the 23-year old left the team to concentrate on his studies. His brother, Louis, replaced him as the team's center. It didn't go so well. UC lost three of its first five games in 1923, and because, as one wire story delicately put it, Louis "failed to fill (Jimmy's) shoes as center," Nippert returned to the team.
From then onward, all was well, and the Bearcats won the next three games, including an outlandish 69-0 victory against Case. Next up: the annual Thanksgiving contest against rival Miami (Ohio). The day was rainy, and the field was muddy. Although players didn't wear metal spikes on their feet, they wore long leather cleats to help them gain traction on the soggy turf.
All eleven Bearcats who started the game versus Miami, including Nippert at center, finished that tilt. This day, there were no substitutions. Just twenty-two young men on a muddy field colliding into each other, oblong leather helmets covering their heads for protection.
Early in the third quarter, an unnamed Miami player stepped on Nippert's left leg, puncturing it and opening a cut to his shinbone. It was painful, but Nippert remained in the game, thinking the injury was simply a scratch. Since the field was so muddy, he didn't know how badly he'd been injured, and once the game was complete and the Bearcats had stopped their intrastate rivals 23-0, he probably didn't care what his leg felt like. There was a win to celebrate and a turkey to eat.
Afterward, Nippert, with his muddy legs, stepped into the warm shower and began to wash off the sod and dirt that had accumulated. That's when he noticed a stinging sensation in his leg and realized the extent of the injury. He had the wound on his leg cleaned and dressed and he went to his Westwood home and rested in bed the next few days.
In the December 2, 1923, issue of the Cincinnati Post, sportswriter Tom Swope suggested UC -- based on its 6-3 record that season, the best year for the Bearcats since 1914 -- should play one more contest. Reward the boys for their hard work and success. Plus, Swope had another issue in mind: "We have not sounded out the players as to how they feel about it, but, knowing those boys as we do, we feel perfectly safe in stating every man of them would be glad to play one more game against some good team, especially for the cause we have in mind.
That cause is the Carson Field stadium.
The need of more seats for Carson Field is apparent. Funds with which to build them are not going to pour into the treasury of the Athletic Council. We don't know how much could be raised by a post-season game in which the Bearcats would appear against a good team, but we feel certain it would be a considerable amount."
Little did Swope know that the senior law student who wanted to follow in his father's legal legacy and who lay resting in his bed would be the catalyst for the new stadium that was erected by the next season. Little did he know that Nippert was going to have to give his life.
***
Two weeks after the injury, Nippert appeared to be climbing his way back to health and had planned to return to class by early December. But a blood infection was ravaging his body, and soon after, he found himself in The Christ Hospital, where he had been given life twenty-three years earlier, growing sicker and sicker.
Two theories about how he became septic:
1) After the Miami player caused the cut, a piece of muddy uniform stuck to Nippert's leg, and the dye used to color the cloth mixed with his blood. Thus, the infection. This theory is a bit flawed -- could a tiny amount of dye in the blood stream really cause Nippert to become septic? Probably not, but perhaps some bacteria on the piece of fabric might have done the trick.
2) Before the game, a chicken race was held on the field. Naturally, there were droppings on the grass, and perhaps, in all the mud and slop, some of that bacteria-laden excrement found its way into Nippert's wound. Thus, the infection. This theory is a little more sound, but it still seems rather unlikely.
Either way, he grew weaker and weaker each day. Today, when one suffers from sepsis, doctors treat the patient with antibiotics to combat the disease. The treatment isn't perfect -- to this day, people die from bacterial infections in their blood.
Antibiotics, though, weren't used regularly and safely until two decades after Nippert's struggle, and as he struggled with his infection in 1923, doctors took every precaution possible. But their options were limited, and the wound could not be healed. Instead, it was a death sentence.
For the twelve days Jimmy was in the hospital, his mother refused to leave his side. He was in and out of consciousness and, as Christmas neared, his health was deteriorating. On December 24, doctors believed a blood transfusion might save Nippert's life, and after hearing that announcement, every member of the Bearcats team within earshot -- and a few UC students -- offered their own.
Russell Glasgow, Lee Hallerman, Joe Bowen, Reuben Perrin, Fred Prather and Jimmy's little brother, Louis, gave blood specimens. They knew what Nippert meant to the team, the university and the community. They knew what kind of sacrifices Nippert had made and they knew what Nippert wanted to be. They knew they wanted to help save his life.
But doctors eventually determined Nippert was too weak for the transfusion, and the donated blood was of no use. On Christmas morning, Nippert grew delirious, and with his last bit of strength, he called out the play.
"Five yards to go -- then drop," he said.
It was a reference to the play UC had run when the anonymous cleat opened his wound. In his rapidly-deteriorating mind, Nippert replayed the game. A few minutes later, wrapped in the arms of his mother, Nippert died. Cincinnati was devastated.
"Jimmy's death affected the whole university," said Jordan Moss, a former Ohio Epsilon chapter president. "It affected the entire city."
Moss, meanwhile, is pointing out the negative of a photo, enclosed behind glass in the George A. Kress Memorial Library on the bottom floor of the frat house. It's a picture of Jimmy and Louis Nippert. Jimmy, in plain clothes, is demonstrating to Louis the appropriate way to hike a football. Both appear to be having fun while trying to maintain a semblance of decorum for the man behind the camera.
Louis Nippert, also a member of SAE, was hit hard by his older brother's death, Moss explained as he walks the halls of the lodge. Look at the rest of Louis Nippert's life -- before his death in 1992, he was part of a business syndicate that bought the Cincinnati
Reds in 1966, he was a two-term member in the Ohio House of Representatives, and he was described as the ultimate gentleman. One an easily conclude that he lived an existence for two.
One for him; one for Jimmy
Texas Chili over Cincy Chili. I will east both though. Cincy Chilli was created by greek immigrants.
The Bearcat name actually came about,
"A new era was born when Kentucky came to town. The Wildcats were a formidable team and UC was struggling. During the second half of the game, cheerleader Norman "Pat" Lyon, building on the efforts of fullback Leonard K. "Teddy" Baehr, created a new chant: "They may be Wildcats, but we have a Baehr-cat on our side."
Also our most inspirational football Alum is Jimmy Nippert,
James Gamble Nippert was born in 1900 at The Christ Hospital and grew up on Cincinnati's west side. He went to Hughes High School before matriculating to Culver Military Academy in northern Indiana. He graduated in 1918 and enlisted in the army's artillery, which was fighting the final year of the first World War (a picture of Nippert in uniform hangs in the Music Room at the Sigma Alpha Epsilon house). He stayed in the military for six months and reached the commission of second lieutenant before he was discharged.
His father, Alfred K. Nippert, had graduated from UC, and after leaving the army, Jimmy matriculated there as well. After graduating pre-law, he attended Harvard's law school briefly, then transferred back home, wishing to obtain his law degree from UC. Just like his father.
By all accounts, Nippert was a popular, upstanding young man.
One newspaper called him "the perfect type of American youth. His morals, courageous sense of duty, loyalty and honesty were of the highest." Boyd Chambers, UC's first athletic director, called him "the finest type of boy he ever met."
When Nippert returned to UC, he, like his father, pledged Sigma Alpha Epsilon, becoming the Ohio Epsilon chapter's first legacy. He set out to make a name for himself -- in the classroom and on the football field, where this story truly begins.
He joined the squad in 1921 as a backup, but buoyed by his strength and his ability to play center on the offensive line -- even on what was considered an average frame -- he earned the starting position in 1922. Yes, the Bearcats were lousy that year, winning once in nine tries, but Nippert performed admirably. He was one of the heroes of the campus.
His parents were well-respected, his grandfather James Gamble was a partner at Procter & Gamble, he was a second lieutenant in the middle of a great war, and he was good on the football field. Who couldn't admire a guy like that?
Nippert, though, had enough of football. He had one year of law school remaining, and the 23-year old left the team to concentrate on his studies. His brother, Louis, replaced him as the team's center. It didn't go so well. UC lost three of its first five games in 1923, and because, as one wire story delicately put it, Louis "failed to fill (Jimmy's) shoes as center," Nippert returned to the team.
From then onward, all was well, and the Bearcats won the next three games, including an outlandish 69-0 victory against Case. Next up: the annual Thanksgiving contest against rival Miami (Ohio). The day was rainy, and the field was muddy. Although players didn't wear metal spikes on their feet, they wore long leather cleats to help them gain traction on the soggy turf.
All eleven Bearcats who started the game versus Miami, including Nippert at center, finished that tilt. This day, there were no substitutions. Just twenty-two young men on a muddy field colliding into each other, oblong leather helmets covering their heads for protection.
Early in the third quarter, an unnamed Miami player stepped on Nippert's left leg, puncturing it and opening a cut to his shinbone. It was painful, but Nippert remained in the game, thinking the injury was simply a scratch. Since the field was so muddy, he didn't know how badly he'd been injured, and once the game was complete and the Bearcats had stopped their intrastate rivals 23-0, he probably didn't care what his leg felt like. There was a win to celebrate and a turkey to eat.
Afterward, Nippert, with his muddy legs, stepped into the warm shower and began to wash off the sod and dirt that had accumulated. That's when he noticed a stinging sensation in his leg and realized the extent of the injury. He had the wound on his leg cleaned and dressed and he went to his Westwood home and rested in bed the next few days.
In the December 2, 1923, issue of the Cincinnati Post, sportswriter Tom Swope suggested UC -- based on its 6-3 record that season, the best year for the Bearcats since 1914 -- should play one more contest. Reward the boys for their hard work and success. Plus, Swope had another issue in mind: "We have not sounded out the players as to how they feel about it, but, knowing those boys as we do, we feel perfectly safe in stating every man of them would be glad to play one more game against some good team, especially for the cause we have in mind.
That cause is the Carson Field stadium.
The need of more seats for Carson Field is apparent. Funds with which to build them are not going to pour into the treasury of the Athletic Council. We don't know how much could be raised by a post-season game in which the Bearcats would appear against a good team, but we feel certain it would be a considerable amount."
Little did Swope know that the senior law student who wanted to follow in his father's legal legacy and who lay resting in his bed would be the catalyst for the new stadium that was erected by the next season. Little did he know that Nippert was going to have to give his life.
***
Two weeks after the injury, Nippert appeared to be climbing his way back to health and had planned to return to class by early December. But a blood infection was ravaging his body, and soon after, he found himself in The Christ Hospital, where he had been given life twenty-three years earlier, growing sicker and sicker.
Two theories about how he became septic:
1) After the Miami player caused the cut, a piece of muddy uniform stuck to Nippert's leg, and the dye used to color the cloth mixed with his blood. Thus, the infection. This theory is a bit flawed -- could a tiny amount of dye in the blood stream really cause Nippert to become septic? Probably not, but perhaps some bacteria on the piece of fabric might have done the trick.
2) Before the game, a chicken race was held on the field. Naturally, there were droppings on the grass, and perhaps, in all the mud and slop, some of that bacteria-laden excrement found its way into Nippert's wound. Thus, the infection. This theory is a little more sound, but it still seems rather unlikely.
Either way, he grew weaker and weaker each day. Today, when one suffers from sepsis, doctors treat the patient with antibiotics to combat the disease. The treatment isn't perfect -- to this day, people die from bacterial infections in their blood.
Antibiotics, though, weren't used regularly and safely until two decades after Nippert's struggle, and as he struggled with his infection in 1923, doctors took every precaution possible. But their options were limited, and the wound could not be healed. Instead, it was a death sentence.
For the twelve days Jimmy was in the hospital, his mother refused to leave his side. He was in and out of consciousness and, as Christmas neared, his health was deteriorating. On December 24, doctors believed a blood transfusion might save Nippert's life, and after hearing that announcement, every member of the Bearcats team within earshot -- and a few UC students -- offered their own.
Russell Glasgow, Lee Hallerman, Joe Bowen, Reuben Perrin, Fred Prather and Jimmy's little brother, Louis, gave blood specimens. They knew what Nippert meant to the team, the university and the community. They knew what kind of sacrifices Nippert had made and they knew what Nippert wanted to be. They knew they wanted to help save his life.
But doctors eventually determined Nippert was too weak for the transfusion, and the donated blood was of no use. On Christmas morning, Nippert grew delirious, and with his last bit of strength, he called out the play.
"Five yards to go -- then drop," he said.
It was a reference to the play UC had run when the anonymous cleat opened his wound. In his rapidly-deteriorating mind, Nippert replayed the game. A few minutes later, wrapped in the arms of his mother, Nippert died. Cincinnati was devastated.
"Jimmy's death affected the whole university," said Jordan Moss, a former Ohio Epsilon chapter president. "It affected the entire city."
Moss, meanwhile, is pointing out the negative of a photo, enclosed behind glass in the George A. Kress Memorial Library on the bottom floor of the frat house. It's a picture of Jimmy and Louis Nippert. Jimmy, in plain clothes, is demonstrating to Louis the appropriate way to hike a football. Both appear to be having fun while trying to maintain a semblance of decorum for the man behind the camera.
Louis Nippert, also a member of SAE, was hit hard by his older brother's death, Moss explained as he walks the halls of the lodge. Look at the rest of Louis Nippert's life -- before his death in 1992, he was part of a business syndicate that bought the Cincinnati
Reds in 1966, he was a two-term member in the Ohio House of Representatives, and he was described as the ultimate gentleman. One an easily conclude that he lived an existence for two.
One for him; one for Jimmy
Re: Welcome to the Club SMU
Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 11:31 am
I will never read that much information. Please put it in audio or video form. Thanks.
Re: Welcome to the Club SMU
Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 5:52 pm
Wow, that was a sad story. Don't ever forget him!
Re: Welcome to the Club SMU
Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 6:05 pm
Thanks for the post. Nice to know we have new mates with some tradition and pride.
Re: Welcome to the Club SMU
Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 6:56 pm
Interesting story. My mother went to Miami (O) and the rivalry between Miami and Cincy was as fierce as the Okla- whorens games.
GO PONIES!!!
GO PONIES!!!
Re: Welcome to the Club SMU
Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 9:11 pm
That's a beautiful story
Re: Welcome to the Club SMU
Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:19 am
DONE DEAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Re: Welcome to the Club SMU
Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 10:13 am
Back to geldings, black uniforms, JJ's lei, the band, fan attendance
Re: Welcome to the Club SMU
Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 10:15 am
CMF- boring? absolutely not. We will manage to get a new thread started about future realignments that might occur in 3-5 years and how we might fit into each new conference. That should be worth about 80 pages of high emotion and considerable frustration. 
GO PONIES!!!
GO PONIES!!!
Welcome to the Club SMU
Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:50 pm
Plus everyone can complain that we didn't hold out for a bid from SEC or NFC East.
Re: Welcome to the Club SMU
Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 1:06 pm
Or start a new conference.
GO PONIES!!!
GO PONIES!!!
Re: Welcome to the Club SMU
Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 2:49 pm
2ndandlong wrote:Plus everyone can complain that we didn't hold out for a bid from SEC or NFC East.
WE COULD GO TO THE SEC?!?!?!??!?!??!