Excerpts from the 1938-39 UGA Student Handbook

A sub to the Athens-Banner Herald was a mighty 13 cents a week.

You could buy raw milk at Hodgson’s Pharmacy.

Harmon Caldwell was the UGA President.

Steadman Sanford was the Chancellor.

Georgia Motors stood where the Pike house stands today.

Uni0n Bus Station stood where The Grill stands today.

Dick Ferguson’s men clothier was already in business.

Wally Butts was just an asst. coach on the fb team.

Then Dean of Freshman, William Tate, was also head coach of the cross country team.

Every full-time student was given honorary membership into the Athletic Association and a free sub to the official newspaper of the AA, The Red & Black.

All freshmen “proficient in athletics” are encouraged to try out for UGA’s Varsity teams.

An entire section dedicated to “Cheers and Yells.” Among the yells are “Glory, Glory!,” “Reck Teck,” and “Going Back (to Athens Town).”

All phone numbers are in ads are listed as only 4 digits–every Athens phone number had the same 3-digit prefix.

The very first section of the handbook?…Religion.

The longest section in the handbook?…Religion.

There is but one paragraph in 168 pages regarding women’s athletics.

Yet, Marjorie Mann was the Student Body President.

There were University Holidays to recognize Confederate Memorial Day as well as Robert E. Lee’s birthday.

“FRESHMEN RULES”: ‘1) All freshmen must wear their red caps from the day of registration until the Christmas holiday…2) Freshmen must not pass under the Arch at the entrance of campus…3) When you pass a GEORGIA MAN on the street, the true Georgia spirit bids you speak to him.’

There are rules of sportsmanship that all participants in UGA athletics, both Varsity and intramurals, must adhere to.

“Learning the scriptures of the Bible are essential to a complete education.”

Lastly….”The University of Georgia has over a century of traditions and honors. Each class, and each individual, contributed to this background. A higher type of state, national, and world citizenship must exist because of what you contribute to The University of Georgia.”

Thanks to HacksawDawg for this information!

A Long Way From Home

by Mike Floyd
Bulldog News Desk

Skagway, Alaska – “HOW ‘BOUT THEM DAWGS!” screamed the guy from across the street, and I knew right away he was the real deal.

I was wearing my Georgia shirt, walking the streets with a good buzz and feeling a little lonely. It was around 10 pm, the sun had just gone down and I was listening to the locals living it up in the saloons in celebration of the cruise passengers hitting the road once again.

“What we gonna have this year?,” he continued, and I knew this was a man that wasn’t just striking a pose. “We” instead of “they” was the dead giveaway, not to mention an accent that hardly kept his roots a secret.

I get it a lot, actually. Folks who see the Georgia shirt and decide they’ll enlighten me about southern football and our beloved Bulldogs. Most of them are delusional PAC 10 fans who, sooner or later, start wanting to tell me how Washington or Oregon is going to win the national title this year.


But this guy was on the money, with a deep South Georgia accent and a demeanor that was all Dawg. He’d already shared his two favorite Lewis Grizzard jokes with me – both of which I knew by heart but greatly enjoyed, nonetheless – when his wife cut into the conversation with a grace only reserved for the most Southern of Belles.

“We’re from Brunswick,” she said with the drawl that makes you just melt.

I told her I lived in Augusta, and she soon started talking about her son who lives there, too. I didn’t know him, but I’m not a native of the area. Hearing about it made me feel better, all the same.

Naturally, the talk soon turned to football. We discussed the coaching situation, of course, and the roots of Donnan’s demise. The whole thing probably lasted 20 minutes, and the few locals who were still around started lingering within earshot of the conversation to take in the banter typically reserved for the type of tailgate party that none of them would ever be lucky enough to attend.

We both knew our business, that much was clear. And, while the locals can all name their favorite team or player, when the Brunwick native and I ended the conversation by calling the ‘Dawgs, one of the nearby eavesdroppers was overheard saying “Man, these people ARE serious. I didn’t think this stuff really happenned.”

Oh, it happens, my friend. This is what we mean when we say you just don’t understand.

Four strangers, on a street 3,000 miles from home, calling the ‘Dawgs without a care in the world. The third guy in the crowd, silent until the end, wound up on his hands and knees, barking at anybody who came within five feet of our group. I can not say for certain that he was influenced by alcohol, but I’ve got my suspicions.

We called the Dawgs with a sense of pride and honor, knowing all along that nobody else would have any idea what in the world we were getting so fired up about. The band inside the nearest tavern had just taken a break, so our voices rang through this tiny Alaskan hamlet.

And then we heard the echo.

“SIC’EM!!!! Wuf, Wuf, Wuf, Wuf, Wuf!!!!!”, screamed a guy who had just stepped out from a bar some 50 yards up the street.


You know there’s something special about being a ‘Dawg during moments like this.

18 days, 8 hours, 58 minutes….

The Porno Pinata Story

Dirty Dogs give Fred Fits
The Athens Observer, p. 13 on Thursday, November 11, 1976
By Phil Sanderlin

The infamous "Porno Piñata"

The infamous “Porno Piñata”

Say the word “Mexico” to different persons and you’ll suggest a variety of mental images. Some will think of tamales and tacos and delicious Mexican food. Others will think of dark-eyed senoritas, or the lively music of the mariachi bands. Some will think of the Alamo or the daring exploits of Pancho Villa. Fred Brown will think of 250 pornographic piñatas.

Brown, a student affairs advisor with the University of Georgia, calls the buying of 250 bulldog piñatas “probably the biggest faux pas I ever made.”

A piñata is a paper mache figure, usually in the shape of an animal. In Mexico, the piñata is used as a game at Christmas parties. The figure is filled with toys and candy. A blindfolded child tries to hit it with a stick. If he succeeds, the piñata will burst open and the goodies inside will fall out for everyone to enjoy.

“Back in 1973,” said Brown, “I noticed that at the International Gift Bazaars the Union has at the end of Fall Quarter, piñatas were a very popular item. We couldn’t keep them in stock. The best came from a company in Albuquerque, New Mexico. They were real piñatas made in Mexico.”

Seeing how well the piñatas sold, Brown got what seemed at the time to be a brilliant idea. “Boy, I thought, we’ll make bulldog piñatas. Have them specially made by this company in Albuquerque in the image of the Georgia mascot,” said Brown.

He contacted the company, sent a copy of Uga, the bulldog, to the company and had 250 bulldog piñtas made up and sent to Athens. At this point, the piñatas began to cause trouble.

“We didn’t consider the shipping cost,” said Brown. “The piñatas were sent ten to a box in a container as big as a refrigerator carton. It took a train to bring the things here. That was an extra $600 right there.”

Next, the cursed piñatas refused to attract buyers. People liked piñatas that looked traditional and Mexican, in the shape of a bull or a burro. The bulldogs were too Americanized. “We sold three the first day of the bazaar,” said Brown, “Then two were brought back. We started off with a price of $5.95 each, just to make up for the extra cost in shipping. Then we marked them down to $4.75, then $3.00, but nobody wanted them.”

The 250 bulldog piñatas were stored in a room in Memorial Hall. Brown thought the piñatas had embarrassed him all they could, but he was wrong. The worst was yet to come.

“A grammar school teacher called me up,” Brown said. “She asked if she could have a piñata for her class’ Christmas party.” This seemed to be a ray of hope. If the teacher
liked the way the children enjoyed the pinata, she might tell the other teachers to buy the rest.

“She called me back after the party,” said Brown, “and she wasn’t too happy. The kids were picking up the paper and saying, “Gee, Teacher, what’s this? What are the man and woman doing?” She was rather upset. We looked into some of the others but they were just stuffed with ordinary paper. So not all of them are pornographic piñatas.” Since it can’t be determined how many are, however, no more of the bulldog piñatas have been given away to children’s groups.

Brown has been needled about the piñatas for the past three years. “Those piñatas are my albatross,” he said. “They’ll follow me to the grave.”

If the memory will continue to haunt Brown, the physical presence of the ill-fated piñatas will not. “At this year’s International Gift Bazaar,” he said determinedly, “we’re going to move these things. We may have to admit we’ve lost the money and sell them for a lot less. But we will get rid of them, if we have to lose money.”

Brown invites all students and interested citizens to come to the Bazaar on November 21, 22, and 23rd in Memorial Hall. “Everyone should have a bulldog piñata,” he said. “There are only 250 left, a limited collector’s edition.”

Thanks to CyberDawg (Kent) for supplying this article and photo.

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I’ve got a ton of old content from the website. Unfortunately, there’s not an easy way to import all of this, and really, is there a need? What do you think – in particular, the hotline reports dating all the way back from 1999 (?). Should I just backdate the ones from this past season? Or not at all? I’m curious to hear your opinion.