When I took my 93-year-old grandfather out to lunch on Saturday, he told me that his graduating class at Cal had a chant, which was:
Give 'em hell
Treat 'em dirty
California
Nineteen-thirty
This tickles me to no end.
Also, he said he used to live in a fraternity (the name of which escapes me — something that begins with "Zeta" I think) located at College and Haste. Supposedly the building is still there. Need to check it out.
