Early November brought cold weather to France and Pinky & his fellow Marines dug "foxholes" to protect them from enemy fire. Hunkered down in the Argonne Forest, Pinky's 1st mission with his unit was to help take down a German fortified area called Barricourt Heights. The Germans knew that the Americans were coming and lofted many rounds of explosives & gasses in an effort to thin out the troops. After many hours of bombardment, Pinky & several other of his comrades slowly begin to crawl up a hill in a dense fog a little before dawn but the fog lifted & the Germans picked off many of the Marines. It was a furious battle, but the Allied forces wanted that ridge more than the Germans did and once overtaken, the Germans either ran away or surrendered on the spot. Without this reinforcement, the enemy retreated to their next fortified town, about 5 miles away. Allied progress was being made, but during this battle, Pinky had lost his 2 best friends that he had bonded with since basic training as a Marine. As you can imagine, this upset Pinky very much.
The next day's weather was once again cold & damp. The rain, along the rapid advancement of the allied forces made it impossible for the "kitchen on wheels" to keep up. Except for hardtack, there was almost no food to eat and no place to get dry. These circumstances, along with the loss of a couple of his comrades that he had be platooned with didn't help enlighten Pinky's mood....everything on Pinky's body was wet except on the inside of a little oil pouch. In it Pinky kept his most valuable possessions....& in that oil patch were some letters from home. It was a miserable day & it was miserable weather. It was so miserable that my Grandpa had to think of something other than the situation that he was in. If he thought of his 2 best friends, I would imagine that he became more depressed. Thoughts of home made it just as miserable. The only thing that seemed to get his mind off the situation was A&M and thinking of how the football team was doing, as football season was in full swing last he had heard & that Fightin' Texas Aggie football team was having yet another unprecedented season. So, being wet, cold, hungry, homesick & in mourning, he decided to rehearse some of his favorite yells from A&M:
Farmers, Fight!
Sky Rocket!
Hullabaloo, Caneck, Caneck!
Warhee, Warhee! Look at the team, Look at the team! Look at the A&M team!!
Then it came to him. He thought about putting some of his favorite yells into a song. After all, Pinky was a musician at heart and he was a natural musician, as he could play any instrument presented to him, as long as he had scales to play it. Unfortunately, I inherited none of his musical abilities.
The lyrics "Hullaballoo, Caneck, Caneck" came immediately to him. His hate for the Germans would only be replicated by his distaste for the T-Sips over in Austin, so he thought "Goodbye to the Orange & the White". About this time, the rain stopped for a moment, so he pulled out a letter from home out of his oil pouch and with a pencil, he scribbled these words on the back of the letter:
"Hullaballoo, Caneck, Caneck" &
"Goodbye to the Orange & the White"
Here's a pic from his 1917 yellbook:
He folded the letter back into the pouch. It was time for him to move forward.in more ways than one.
Next stop: more hell & circumstances that helped forge the song.