Sunglasses
As a rule, Trumpets wear sunglasses on Saturdays. The original reason for this we do not know. Maybe it is to keep the sun out of our eyes. Maybe it is so the police cannot recognize us. Maybe it is to keep our hoards of fans from knowing our true identities. Maybe it is all of the above. Whatever the case, we wear sunglasses every Saturday. If you forget your sunglasses, a pair of "penalty" shades is provided. These glasses are the type you find at a gas station or in a box of cereal. They look bad; or at least they are supposed to look bad. In recent years, the penalty shades have become incresingly more inventive. For instance, one pair has only one functional arm. The other arm is a trumpet lyre which has been duct-taped to the side. Miraculously, it was the perfect length! Every once and a while, someone grows fond of a pair of penalty shades. This is not normal though...
The Mink Dog Award
Every year, there is a very special trumpet within our ranks. This special individual is not a rank leader, not the spinmaster, and no, not even our mighty section leader. This person is.... The Mink Dog. What is a Mink Dog, you ask? Well, in the grand ole academic year '94-'95 lived a field manager who was destined for a better life- destined for greatness, destined- to be a Trumpet. Greg Minkler became part of the greatest section in the band, and elevated his status accordingly. Fortunately, being a trumpet involves more than just playing ability. This was especially good for Greg, who had a severe absence of Skilz. In his honor, The Mink Dog Award was created. Every year from this point on, a trumpet has had this high honor bestowed upon him or her. It is in recognition of achievement as a Trumpet despite musical talent (i.e. sucktitude)...