Ten score and seven years ago, our four horsemen rode forth from Boiler Nation, beating Tecumseh’s lesser brother like a drum. A false Prophet. Conceived in Victory, Purdue was dedicated to the proposition that all Boilers have no equal.
Now we are engaged in a great Big Ten war, testing whether Boiler Nation, better than any nation, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war, Ross-Ade Stadium. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting place for our latest foes, the redcoats, Michigan’s little brothers down south, and for those who stand by so that the goalposts might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we have bliss.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not concentrate -- we can not Halloween the Breakfast Club -- this ground. The Brave Boilers, living and dead, who played here, and the fans who flew out here, have dedicated it, far above our power to add or multiply.
The world will little note nor long remember who we play here, but it can never forget what we do here. It is rather for us Boilermakers to be dedicated to the unfinished work beyond this stadium and nobly advance that great grandstand. That, from what the Boilermakers have said and we’ve read, we all take increased devotion to the cause for which they gave their full measure of devotion. We highly resolve to win for Tyler and utterly defeat the Common Monster that threatens all, that this Nation shall have a new birth of effort, that the research of the people, by the people, for the people, shall drive Cancer from the Earth.
Now we are engaged in a great Big Ten war, testing whether Boiler Nation, better than any nation, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war, Ross-Ade Stadium. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting place for our latest foes, the redcoats, Michigan’s little brothers down south, and for those who stand by so that the goalposts might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we have bliss.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not concentrate -- we can not Halloween the Breakfast Club -- this ground. The Brave Boilers, living and dead, who played here, and the fans who flew out here, have dedicated it, far above our power to add or multiply.
The world will little note nor long remember who we play here, but it can never forget what we do here. It is rather for us Boilermakers to be dedicated to the unfinished work beyond this stadium and nobly advance that great grandstand. That, from what the Boilermakers have said and we’ve read, we all take increased devotion to the cause for which they gave their full measure of devotion. We highly resolve to win for Tyler and utterly defeat the Common Monster that threatens all, that this Nation shall have a new birth of effort, that the research of the people, by the people, for the people, shall drive Cancer from the Earth.
