During the course of a balmy autumnal afternoon, which blesses only the Denver University, the air suddenly became pregnant with anticipation.

An idea which had been wandering aimlessly around the D.U. campus, finally came in contact with Johnny Finesilver’s compact, well knitted skull.

After several futile attacks, the idea slowly filtered through the intricate passages of the said skull and encountered a small hollow ball with metallic luster, which proved to be his “receptacle of ideas.”

Since this cavity was incapable of holding more than one idea at a time, Johnny digested it and then turned it loose.

He called to the Captain of the Denver University’s football team, who immediately dropped his knitting and came tripping up to him.

Several other members of the squad were in the midst of an exciting game of marbles, but they left the game to hear Johnny’s idea.

When he had finally divulged the great secret, all the college boys jumped up and down and clapped their hands with a gusto.

The next morning, armed with air rifles and popguns, this intrepid band of “Dents” in a high-powered twin-six Ford, dashed madly through the streets of Golden toward the sacred “M” on Mt. Zion.

The “M” is painted in white, which symbolizes the purity and innocence of the Mines students. It was the nefarious purpose of the D.U. boys to paint our “M” with their own colors.

After partially accomplishing their end, they were met at the outskirts of Golden by two barricades and a representative band of the Mines students.

When within several hundred feet of the Mines men the D.U. boys opened fire with their high-powered air rifles and repeating popguns.

After they reached the second barricade their car was sidetracked and the brave Denver boys overpowered.

This was their first close shave.

They were then conducted to our own beautiful flower-bedecked campus and treated to another close shave with the aid of soap and razors.

The mystic “M” was then emblazoned upon the place which formerly nourished their crowning glory.

After being comforted and assured that they would have their pictures in the Denver Post these pseudo-college men were sent back home to their proud but anxious mammas and papas.

The day after D.U.’s inglorious defeat, the Denver Post responded to a phone call from Golden by sending out one of their most genial reporters.

Since we all realized what a reputation for honesty and veracity the Denver Post bears we thought we could best show our appreciation of the many favors rendered us by giving their reporter, William Bliss, a royal reception.

Upon his arrival he was immediately incased in robes of immaculate white.

An azure blue “M” was embossed upon his heaving bosom.

He was then marched into Guggenheim Hall, where in eloquent language he proclaimed the undying love and admiration which the Denver Post always did bear and would continue to bear for the Colorado School of Mines.

Choked with emotion and overcome by the royal reception which he had given, Bliss completely broke down and had to be taken back to Denver, where, under the loving care and wholesome environment of the Denver Post, he soon recovered.

From the 1921 Yearbook