I was cleaning out bookshelves and found an old,
undated book of poetry, “Trail Of My Pen,” by Miss Nettie Stump. Her
family owned the Stump House Hotel, presently being restored on Main
St., Grantsville. One of my sons had used the poem below as part of a
project in his 11th grade English class.
With the high school football season extended to
the playoffs, we decided to honor the present team with sentiments that
never grow old about Calhoun football.
It is also an appropriate time to recognize the
athletes for their gentlemanly and thoughtful behavior when they were
guests of First Baptist Church for pre-game meals. The women of the
church were so impressed that they wanted to make this a matter of
Grantsville clashed with Spencer
Last Saturday afternoon,
Everything was in harmony;
Red Warriors in perfect tune.
A number from our sister county
Came over to witness the game,
And we always welcome them,
If their trip was in vain.
Both bands furnished the music,
In a friendly, soothing air;
Giving each and everyone
A welcome to be there.
Calhoun High wears the colors,
All in red and white;
With a meaning and a feeling
We must win the fight.
Coach Hamrick was on the spot,
You could tell it on the air;
As the game rolled on,
By the Calhoun cheering there.
Red Warriors know their stuff,
By the victories they won,
And it shows on the banner,
What they really have done.
Two Yellow Jackets knocked out,
And laid on the tick;
We felt sorry for them,
For we knew they were sick.
Game rolled on in second half;
Grady tried to tear us in shreds,
But we never had a fear;
We could count on the Reds.
At last the game was over,
Crowd commenced to mix;
Calhoun won the victory,
Over Spencer 20-6.