Hoosier Beginnings
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Hoosier Beginnings tells the story of Indiana University athletics from its founding in 1867 to the interwar period. Crammed full of rare images and little-known anecdotes, it recounts how sport at IU developed from its very first baseball team, made up mostly of local Bloomington townsfolks, to the rich and powerful tradition that is the "Hoosier" legacy.

Hoosier Beginnings uncovers fascinating stories that have been lost to time and showcases how Indiana University athletics built its foundation as a pivotal team in sports history. Learn about the fatal train collision that nearly stopped IU athletics in its tracks; IU's first African American football player; the infamous Baseball Riot of 1913; how a horde of students grabbed axes and chopped down 200 apple trees to make way for a new gymnasium; and the legendary 1910 football team that didn't allow a single touchdown all season—but still lost a game. Most importantly, it attempts to answer the burning question, where did the "Hoosiers" get their mysterious name?



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Date de parution 01 septembre 2020
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EAN13 9780253054289
Langue English
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The Birth of Indiana University Athletics
This book is a publication of
Indiana University Press
Office of Scholarly Publishing
Herman B Wells Library 350
1320 East 10th Street
Bloomington, Indiana 47405 USA
2020 by Indiana University Press
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Manufactured in the United States of America
Cataloging information is available from the Library of Congress.
ISBN 978-0-253-05047-2 (cloth)
ISBN 978-0-253-05048-9 (paper)
ISBN 978-0-253-05049-6 (ebook)
First printing 2020
To Nick and Charlie -
1. In the Beginning Athletics Arrive in Bloomington
2. The Arrival of Football and a New Home
3. The Birth of IU Basketball
4. Tragedy and Triumph
5. The Baseball Riot
6. Money Problems and a Massive Improvement
7. A God in Bloomington
8. Jumbo and What Might Have Been
9. What s in a Name?
10. The Old Stolen Bucket
I m surrounded by ghosts. I always have been .
I haven t always seen them, but they ve always been there. They aren t rattling chains or knocking on floors at all hours of the night. I don t need to call Bill Murray and his friends to come bust anything. But everywhere I look, there are ghosts.
They re around you, too.
That s what history is to me. Real ghosts. I can walk down Tenth Street on the campus of Indiana University toward the Herman B Wells Library, and I don t just see Woodlawn Field and some intramural soccer goals. I don t just see the Arboretum. I don t just see what used to be known as the HPER when I was a student in Bloomington from 1993 to 1997.
Instead, I see the golf course that used to be in the area of the Arboretum and Woodlawn Field back when all of it was called Dunn Meadow. Dunn Meadow still exists, of course, as a far smaller area in front of the Indiana Memorial Union, and they used to play tennis there but I digress.
The ghosts get in the way all the time.
Back on Tenth Street, I see the original Memorial Stadium where the Arboretum stands. I can look at the HPER building and imagine an apple orchard blocking my view of the landscape, and I can nearly hear the sound of axes chopping down trees to reshape the campus.
I can walk past Ernie Pyle Hall, where I spent so many hours as an undergrad pursuing my degree from the then School of Journalism, and I don t just see a parking lot outside of the Union. I see Jordan Field and imagine Jim Thorpe and Jimmy Sheldon and Cotton Berndt setting the foundation for football at the university.
I can walk behind the union and see the carpenter s shop that was the original gymnasium, where the first practices for IU basketball were held. I can walk through a parking lot where the original Assembly Hall stood, and I can read a marker that tells the story of what used to be there-a marker I had a part in getting placed on campus.
The ghosts are there. You just have to know to look for them.
I m consistently frustrated by history, too.
I wish so desperately that I could have watched a game at Jordan Field, that I could have cheered on IU at the original Assembly Hall, that I could have seen the buildings on the Seminary Square campus. They are all still real to me, and although they no longer exist, I feel a compulsion to keep them alive.
People love history. They really do. They just don t tend to like it the way it was taught to them in school.
Dates aren t history, no matter what your lazy history teacher told you when you were in class just trying to stay awake. In the who-what-when-where-why-how equation, the when might be the least important part. It s a fact-nothing more, nothing less.
Memorizing facts isn t history. It s trivia. History is a story. It s right there in the word.
History explains the world. It explains the chain of events that leads people to lay out their hard-earned money for tickets, put on candy-striped pants, drive to a midwestern university, and walk into a building built solely for the purpose of hosting people to watch a silly children s game in which someone throws a ball through a ring of iron.
History informs us where we ve been and provides a guide for what may come. History predicts the future if you read it right, if you care enough to make the effort.
Ultimately, nothing new ever happens. Ever.
The biggest reason I consistently find myself frustrated by history is that so many people seem to think the world began the day they were born. Millions of students have walked by the Arboretum, never realizing Memorial Stadium once stood there. It doesn t cross their mind to wonder what the campus looked like ten or fifty or one hundred years earlier. They don t think twice about those who have taken those same steps before them, whether it was a day earlier, a month earlier, a year earlier, or a century earlier.
Yet each one of those ghosts led those students to the IU campus, sometimes literally. A chance meeting on band day at an IU football game may have led to a student s grandparents meeting, and their shared love of IU and each other set into motion a chain of events that led to a student walking down Tenth Street on his or her way to class.
The seed of this book was planted in the late 2000s when I was working as editor-in-chief of Inside Indiana Magazine . I was strolling through a bookstore and flipped through a copy of the Bloomington and Indiana University edition of the Images of America series of books. It s essentially a history of an area told mostly through pictures.
There on one of the pages was a photo of the Faris family farm. The caption read, The Faris house and farm occupied the site until 1956, when these photographs were taken and the site was purchased by Indiana University. The Seventeenth Street Football Stadium was completed here in 1960. In 1971, it was renamed Memorial Stadium. Assembly Hall is located nearby on the east side of the site.
Later that same day, I called my boss, the late, great publisher of Inside Indiana , Ed Magoni, and told him I wanted to do a story about the history of the athletic facilities at IU. He thought it sounded like a good idea.
It will be just one story, I said.
I was wrong.
Over the next year, I put together a thirteen-part series on the history of every major athletic facility on IU s campus. The games that were played were a footnote. I was focused on how the facilities came to be.
That blossomed into a number of other history stories, leading me down a rabbit hole I hope I never escape. You ll read some of the stories in this book.
In May 2017, I was invited to speak to the Bloomington Rotary Club to tell some of my stories. I called the presentation A Short, Unorganized History of IU Athletics.
Following my first presentation, I was approached by someone asking if I had ever thought about putting together a book of the stories. It had crossed my mind, but I didn t have the slightest idea about how to go about getting a book published.
The next day, I received an email from a representative at IU Press, saying she had been tipped off about a possible book idea, and IU Press would like to talk to me about it.
That s the history of this book.
My vision for this book is very much like the original presentation. It s a short, unorganized history of early IU athletics, basically from 1867 to 1930. I didn t set out to provide a season-by-season rundown of results and dates in the various sports. I didn t try to cover everything.
I m not in it for the trivia. I m in it for the stories.
My goal is to answer questions that you didn t know you had. Ever wonder why the school is called Indiana University and not the University of Indiana? Have you thought about how IU basketball came about? Any idea why IU s colors are cream and crimson or why IU s teams are nicknamed the Hoosiers?
Maybe you have wondered. Maybe you haven t. But my hope is that I can answer some of those questions in an entertaining way that also allows you to brag to your friends that you know something they don t know.
Because really, that s what history is. It is stories told by one person to another, who then passes it on to another and another and another. History comes alive through stories, and I certainly aim to resurrect some of the long-buried history of IU athletics.
Before we get to those stories, I wanted to thank a few people for their help in making this book a reality.
My wife, Lauren, far and away deserves more credit than anyone else. That poor woman has had to deal with my IU obsession since the day she met me. She moved two hundred miles away from her family to join me in Bloomington when I had the opportunity to cover IU sports, and she has endured countless nights home alone as I was covering games. She has had to listen to me talk about the things I ve pulled from the dustbin of time or yanked out of a book over and over again, and she has listened with a nod and a smile despite the fact she honestly couldn t care less about any of it.
I want to thank Mike Pegram of Peegs.com and Ed Magoni of Inside Ind

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