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The Secret Source of that Silly Tune
"Boola
Boola" has now been part of Yale's repertory of football fight
songs for exactly a century. But a stash of documents recently uncovered
by the composer's grandson reveals that while it helps in beating
Harvard, it has nothing to do with Hawaii.
October
2000
by Philip Hirsh '60
Philip
Hirsh, M.D., is a member of the Class
of 1960 and practices medicine in Lynchburg, Virginia.
The fall
of 1956 was an exciting time to be a freshman at Yale. Judy
Holliday was at the Shubert,
Richard Nixon spoke on the green, and Herbert von Karajan and Billy
Graham were booked at Woolsey Hall. (Adlai Stevenson tried to play
Woolsey, too, but he was turned back by an unmannerly crowd of Eisenhower
supporters.) The basketball team made the NCAA tournament, our oarsmen
won an Olympic gold medal in Australia, and the football team was
poised to win the Ivy League. President Griswold put out a brushfire
started by the rumor that women would be admitted to the College,
reassuring all concerned that the deans were "nowhere near" such a decision. And a real fire was extinguished
in the basement of Wright Hall.
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My grandfather wrote two Boolas, "Sentimental" and "Athletic," each with its own words and tempo.
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For me, there was
an additional—more personal—reason for excitement: hearing the marching
band play "Boola Boola" at the season opener against UConn. My grandfather, Allan
M. Hirsh, Class of 1901, had written the song in the fall of 1900. It was published
in early 1901, and along with his many other accomplishments, had long been part
of our family lore. I heard him play and sing it many times as a kid; yes, it
has words, lots of words. The repeated words "Boola Boola" that we think of as
the entire song make up only a small part of the chorus, itself a fraction of
the entire piece.
In fact,
my grandfather wrote two Boolas, "Sentimental" and "Athletic," each
with its own words and tempo. A third version, "College Trio," was
"Bright College Years" set
to the Boola tune. The original sheet music tells us that the words
"can be sung with the Yale Boola March if accented properly."
My grandparents
had four sons, all of whom had gone to Yale, and now it was my turn.
To be sure, I had heard "Boola" before at Yale games; once, standing
at Grandfather's side in the Bowl.
But I was finally there as a true son of Eli, and I was going to
savor the moment to the full.
The
band played, and I swelled with pride; in retrospect, it seems embarrassingly
grandiose. But I was in the grip of the moment, 15 rows up
on the 40-yard line, sitting next to a grumpy alumnus who had been
nursing a monogrammed silver flask through the disappointing first
half. (We trailed 14-6.)
"Do you know who
wrote 'Boola?'" I asked.
He looked
at me suspiciously and said: "Sure. Cole
Porter," and went back to his bourbon.
I was devastated.
Later, I quizzed my father for some hard information on the origin of the song.
My grandfather had died in 1951 when I was 13, and beyond having "Boola" song
sheets from 1901, an obituary, and a few newspaper articles about his life, I
didn't have any hard information about the song.
Even
the word "Boola" was unexplained. It meant "good" in some
Polynesian language, I had been told. Sure. Maybe some friends
had helped with the tune; but that wasn't clear, either. It was said that Grandfather
wrote the tune in Vanderbilt Hall and posted it on a tree before
a football game, a common practice in the days when new competitive
cheers were learned before each game. He is credited with starting
"The
Undertaker" that way. ("The Undertaker" was a wordless wail
used to unsettle the opposition. The mournful cry went around the
stadium much as the "wave" does today.)
A little
digging produced the fact that John Philip Sousa played "Boola" at a concert in New Haven in April 1901. And it sold
more sheet music in the first half of that year than any other song
in the country.
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"Baseball was the reason Grandfather went to Yale in the first place."
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But no
one in the family knew anything more. Grandfather had always been evasive about it, my father said, because it suited his nature to
be mysterious. He was an accomplished pianist who loved to say that
he couldn't read a note of music. Yet he played with Jimmy Durante
(my grandmother hated Durante's visits—the two men spent hours
in Grandfather's "music room" playing the piano, smoking cigars,
and generally ignoring my grandmother), Fritz
Kreisler was a friend, and Grandfather sometimes played jazz
at Kelly's in New York—until James Petrillo, the head of the American Federation
of Musicians, threatened to pull the band if he didn't join
the union. Grandfather hated unions in general and Patrillo in particular;
that was the end of the Kelly's gig. Or so the story ran.
I
was resigned to let the details of the song's origins remain a mystery. But in 1992, my father's brother, Malcolm, found a box of
sheet music and sent it to me. At the bottom of the stack were dozens
of Grandfather's compositions, including marches and a clarinet
piece, the words and music all written in his neat hand, dated and
signed. So much for the "I can't read a note" fable. Then in 1995,
another brother, Allan Jr., then 86 and about to sell the family
home in Montclair, New Jersey, called to say he had found a box
of Yale papers and books hidden under insulation in the attic. Inside
the box were class notes, baseball game pamphlets, a stash of photographs
taken between 1898 and 1901, and a 1901 yearbook. The most interesting
photograph was of 6 Vanderbilt, where "Boola" was written. The piano
in the photograph later found its way to our house where it was
known as "Mr. Practice." My associations with it are not all positive.
At age 10, in the middle of an otherwise uninteresting lesson, my
teacher fell over dead of a heart attack. His face hit the keys
with a mighty crash, a sound I'll never forget.
Another photo in
the box was a portrait of the Yale baseball team for which Grandfather was the
catcher. One of his roommates, Frank Robertson, was the pitcher and team captain;
he was also first tenor in the Yale Choir. Baseball was the reason Grandfather
went to Yale in the first place, though the trail from Richmond, Virginia, to
New Haven was convoluted. It started at Richmond College in 1894. He was a wizard
baseball player, and for two years went on baseball barnstorming trips with the
Richmond team throughout the east, taking on college, town, and industry teams.
In those days, Southern
colleges generally weren't academically what they are today, and in 1896 he went
to Andover for a tune-up year before transferring to a northern college. Apparently,
he wasn't up to speed in Latin, and he returned to Richmond where he "prepared
by tutor," to quote the 1901 Yale yearbook. While being tutored, he went back
to playing baseball for the C of R, even though he wasn't enrolled at the time.
The Yale team came
through on its spring tour expecting an easy win over Richmond. But they were
beaten, and the coach was so impressed by Grandfather that he asked him to travel
with the team for the rest of the tour. He did, and joined the Class of 1901 in
the fall of 1897.
While he weighed
only 135 pounds, Grandfather's throwing arm was amazing. He was able to throw
the ball to the second baseman from the catcher's crouch—without standing up—with such a flat trajectory that the ball would pass under the pitcher's arm.
No one stole second on him, and pitchers had to be quick to get out of the way
of his pick-off throw. He played semipro ball after Yale, but a foul tip fractured
his larynx and ended his plan to play professionally.
But
there was an item in the box even more fascinating than the old
pictures: a carbon copy of a typed letter written to a schoolgirl
in Midville, Georgia, dated May 7, 1930, responding to Miss Gertrude
Coleman's letter to the University asking for information about
the history of the "Boola Song." My grandfather answered that the
song "came out in the fall of 1900, and was gotten up jointly by
two of my classmates, F. M. Van Wincklen, A. H. Marckwald and myself."
He continues:
Just how
much each of us did in regard to it is difficult to say, as it
was one of those things that just more or less happened. The tune
was gotten up and we only had one word which we set to it, and
that word was "Boola," which to our minds had a very euphonious
sound. The tune is not altogether original with us, but was undoubtedly
adapted from some other song, although later on we did discover
that there had been published a song, which at the time was out
of print, called "La Hula Boola," and the air was quite similar
but the time was different.
A group
of us started singing the song and it occurred to me that it would
make a good football song, so with the aid of another of my classmates,
James L. Boyce, I put words to the song. This was on a Friday
afternoon, and the next day, Saturday, I got up a group of classmates,
taught them the song, and we went to the football game that afternoon
and it was then sung as an athletic song for the first time. It
immediately made a hit and has been sung at Yale ever since, and
in addition, I believe, has been adopted by a number of other
colleges. [The University of Oklahoma borrowed the tune for "Boomer
Sooner."] I therefore believe "Boola" achieved popularity as quickly
as any other song on record after it was finally written.
It is
interesting to note that many people have asked us what the word
"Boola" meant, and we said it was an Hawaiian word and meant a
joy cry. We stuck to this for several years until someone came
along and pointed out to us that there was no B in the Hawaiian
language and therefore Boola could not possibly be an Hawaiian
word. So the fact remains that we do not know what it means, except
that it was euphonious and easy to sing and to our young ears
sounded good.
The game Grandfather
referred to was the Harvard game, played on November 24, 1900. Yale won, 28-0.
Grandfather
was an entertainer and a man who loved a practical joke. Keeping
the details of "Boola" just a bit obscure no doubt played well with
family and friends, but he did come clean for Miss Coleman—and
saved the evidence. Perhaps he hid it on purpose; more likely, he
simply put away some valued memories, then forgot about them. Either
way, the song is still euphonious, and the mystery of its origin
is solved. 
The rest of the song
Well,
here we are; well, here we are!
Just watch us rolling up a score.
We'll leave those fellows behind so far,
They won't want to play us any more!
We've hope and faith in Eli Yale!
To win we cannot fail!
Well, a "Boola, Boo, Boola, Boola, Boo, Boola,
Boo,
Boola, 'oola, Boola, Boo!"
Chorus:
Boola, Boola, Boola, Boola,
Boola, Boola, Boola, Boola,
When we're through with these poor fellows,
They will holler Boola, Boo,
Rah, Rah, Rah,
Yale, Eli Yale.
Oh, Yale, Eli Yale,
Oh, Yale, Eli Yale,
Oh, Yale, Eli Yale!
Now
isn't it a shame, now, isn't it a shame,
To do those fellows up so bad?
We've done it before, we can do it once more,
Though they'll feel very very sad.
We'll roll up the score so very high.
That you will hear them sigh,
"Boola, Boola, Boo, Boola, Boola, Boo,
Boola, Boo, Boola, 'oola, Boola, Boo!"
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