A familiar transition is underway at the Brook.

The trees that hug Fitch Field are burnished with reds, yellows, and oranges. The humid air of late September has been replaced with a November chill that foreshadows the coming winter. Inky darkness seeps into the sky, shrouding the afternoon in a premature shroud. The soccer fields are quiet and the tennis courts are littered with leaves, but familiar echoes have returned to the gymnasium. As we say goodbye to one sports season, we welcome another and look forward to moments that will warm us during the cold days ahead.

The following poem, written by Kenneth C. S. Frogley ’26 for the April 1926 edition of The Adventurer, celebrates each sports season at Stony Brook. Frogley was the senior class Vice President and a member of the football, basketball, and track squads.

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Seasons

Football’s heavy roughness in the Autumn season,

Cleaning up the Island in an overpowering way.

A big team of huskies,

Fine school spirit,

Signals, dummies, tackles is the tonic every day.

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Winter brings the cage game and five slight fellows;

They must be quick and accurate and heedless of the din.

A team of virility,

More school spirit,

Clear cut, clean cut, always out to win.

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Ushered in by bat and ball comes gladsome springtime.

Nine picked men of stamina go marching to the plate.

A team of precision,

Stony Brook spirit,

Always sporting, always smiling, these are traits that make great men.

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