Delta-Alpha Alumni AssociationKappa Sigma Fraternity

Anniversary Song
(To the tune of Maryland, My Maryland)

A song comes ringing through the years—
The Opheleum Glory.
And loyal hearts take up the ‘frain.
Enraptured by her story;
For Opheleum and her men,
Inspired by strong endeavor.
With clasped hand, in earnest stand
Pledged fealty forever.

A childhood's dream—a youth's ideal—
The young man's fond desire,
Are forged in mystic meaning firm,
Here as by magic fire;
For Opheleum and her men,
Far better than they knew,
Have laid their plans in friendship's bans,
In life's sweet morning dew.

And in the years which are to come,
When life seems fraught with care,
TO BE OF SERVICE still inspires
The heart to ever dare;
For Opheleum and her men,
Urged by the years gone by,
With mem'ries dear and hearts sincere,
Need never fear nor sigh.

So sing her song and sing it well,
The Opheleum Glory;
For men may come and men may go,
‘Tis still the old, old story;
For Opheleum and her men,
In friendship bonds anew,
For Opheleum, in Opheleum
We'll bid this life adieu.

-Fred J. Hartman (I #37)

Cheer Up

Here's a song, boys, for friendship,
From hearts that beat sincere,
That will help us meet hthe hardship
Of life that oft is drear.

So it's brace up and cheer up,
Threat'ning skies always clear up
With the songs of good fellows in our
OPHELEUM dear.
So it's brace up and cheer up,
Threat'ning skies always clear up
With the songs of good fellows in our
OPHELEUM dear.

Oh, we're all young and hearty,
And bound with ties of love;
No thought of creed or party,
Vowing Allegiance above.
So it's brace up and cheer up,
Threat'ning skies always clear up
With the songs of good fellows in our
OPHELEUM dear.

Give a cheer, then for service!
That drives all gloom away;
Let nothing ever swerve us
From the duties of today.
So it's brace up and cheer up,
Threat'ning skies always clear up,
With the songs of good fellows in our
OPHELEUM dear.

-Fred J. Hartman (I #37)

O Opheleum
(To the tune of Auld Lang Syne)

Let all our voices now be raised
In sings to fill the air,
And all our hearts with music praise
Our Alma Frater fair.

Then keep our hopes ascending high
Far reaching to the sky,
And make us thrill with pride in thee
Wherever we may be.

Let all the echoes ring out clear
In joyful strain so true.
And greet our pennant with a cheer,
The one we love so dear.

“O OPHELEUM,” we honor thee,
And fondly sing thy praise,
We pledge our lives and memories
Thy sons on high to raise.

-Hamer C. Rendleman

At the Rooms
(To the tune of The Silvery Moon)

Rain, shine, about nine
Lazy loafers, gathering in the room,
Three, four, or more,
When is heard the pianola's boom.

Act one, be-gun,
The gang's begun to sing its nightly wail,
How air, for fair,
Every member has a different hard luck tale.

CHORUS

Through the smoke
Of the Opheleum room,
We talk and dare;

Every member in the new mission chair,
While we life, of the glories of the Frat,
The piano plays out of tune always,
As we fan hot air and lie for fair.

-Samuel C. Lampe

The Opheleum Girl
(To the tune of Son of a Gambolier)

You may boast of all the pretty things
To be found on this round earth;
The flowers, gems, and dazzling stars,
And the sweetest bids that chirp.
But to me there is one other,
That sets my heart awhirl,
The bit of femininity,
Called the OPHELEUM GIRL.

There's the Christy girls and Gibson girls,
And the other girls galore.
I like them all in picture books;
But I'll say as said before:
For me there is one other,
That sets my heart awhirl,
The bit of femininity,
Called the OPHELEUM GIRL.

Of all the flowers that can be had,
I'd choose the red carnation;
And wear it with the thought alone
Of HER, its incarnation.
For me there is no other,
That sets my heart awhirl,
The bit of femininity,
Called the OPHELEUM GIRL.

-Fred J. Hartman (I #37)

Initiation Song
(To the tune of Auld Lang Syne)

We meet tonight, a worthy band,
A band both tried and true;
We meet tonight with clasped hand
To greet our brother new.

For Opheleum, that is our cry,
And that's our watchword song;
Proclaim it to the open sky,
And let its notes prolong.

We meet tonight, and may the flame
That burns within our soul
Unite us all in friendship's name,
In Opheleum fold.

For Opheleum, Opheleum,
For thee we live and die;
For Opheleum, Opheleum,
We'll raise thy name on high.

-Fred J. Hartman (I #37)

Phi Theta Xi
Alpha Phi Delta

1916
Emanon
Tau Gamma Phi
Iota Sigma Delta

1917
Sigma Nu*+
Commons*
Delta Epsilon Omega
Southern
Kappa Pi Sigma

1918
Delta Upsilon*+
Phi Epsilon Pi*

1919
Kappa Sigma Rho
Sigma Alpha Epsilon*+
Alpha Pi

1920
Square and Compass*

1921
Beta Theta Pi*+
Kappa Sigma*+
Sigma Epsilon Phi