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To the football fans sitting in 1 ho
upper leaches of Memorial Stadium, they
look like serious, well drilled precision
marchers intent on their music and steps.
Which they are. Usually.
But watch them off the field and they
appear considerably more relaxed. Hats
are an obsession-hardhats with
Nebraska stickers plastered on them, even
World War I flying ace caps. They wear all
kinds.
And when Nebraska fumbles or has a
pass intercepted you can bet it was one of
them who organized the "Awwww, shit!"
cheer.
Don't worry, mother. It's just the
Nebraska Maiching Band having a good
time.
Some of them have been at it a long
time. Lynn Alexander, for example, has
been a member of the maiching band
every year since 196G. Now he's
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attending the University of Nebraska Law
School, but still finds time to play
piccolo in the band.
What does he remember best?
"Probably the 'Battle of Boulder' in
19G8," Alexander said. "We were suppose
to play on the field after the game, but a
large group of inebriated Coloiado fans
started harassing us and wouldn't let us
out there. We complained to the police,
but they ignored us.
"Some Colorado guys jumped our
drum major and he beat them back with
his baton," he said. "Then we all started
climbing a fence to get back to the Union
where we had dressed, but some fans
jumped another Nebraska guy and took
all his clothes off."
"Yeah," another bandsman agieed,
"you practically have to go into riot
training for that campus. I'm already
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