A bunch of alums were whooping it up in a highway-side saloon, toasting Stanford's football victory over Cal, when a young old grad called for the Stanford hymn. "How does it go?" someone asked. "From the ... something . . . something ..." a voice began. "Foothills? Mountains?" someone suggested. Others dimly recalled "in the sunset fire" and "raise our voices singing," until at length a young wife bravely quavered:
From the rolling foothills rise To the mountains higher, When at east the Coast Range lies In the sunset fire . . .
Then she too...
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