EXTRA
Motto: “SAIL ON, SALEM”
Vol. IV.
Winston-Salem, N. C., November 29, 1923
No. 11
SENIOR YELLS AND SONGS
SENIOR YELLS
Hit ’em in the wish bone,
Soak ’em in the jaw.
Send ’em to the graveyard.
Rah! Rah! Rah!
Senior will shine tonight!
Seniors vi^ill shine!
Seniors will shine tonight!
Senior will shine!
When the sun goes down and
the moon comes up.
Sophomores will shine.
Rah! Rah! Rah!
Sis! Boom! Bah!
Eat ’em up! Chew ’em up!
Rah! Rah! Rah!
Boom-a-Iaca, Boom-a-laca
Bow, wow, wow,
Chic-a-laca, ehic-a-laca,
Chow, chow, chow.
Who are we.^
Seniors! Seniors!
Don’t you see!
Razzle, dazzle, frizzle, frazzle.
Not a thread but wool,
^'11 together, all together.
That’s the way we pull.
Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah.
Rah, rail, rah, rah, rah.
Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah.
Seniors! Seniors!
'I he Senior team is high minded,
B’lieye to my soul they’re double
j in ted
They play ball, and don’t mind it,
All day long.
Hoop’er up, hoop’er up, hoop’er up
some more,
fweiity-four is the team the Seniors
all adore—
It s such a peach it won our hearts,
it’ll surely win the game.
It is not rough, it is not tough, but it
gets there all the same,
ijp ya yadi ya yey ya yey
Yip ya yadi ya yey,
We’ll give three cheers for the
Senior crew.
Give them another, for one won’t
do!
Yip ya yadi ya yey ya yey,
® 1 boost ’em and carry ’em
through to the end.
Yip
yadi ya yey.
^ Senior Field Song
Fight for the Seniors. Seniors will
win!
Fight to the finish, never give in!
Rah! Rah! Rah!
You do your best girls, we’ll do the
rest, girls,
Figlit for the Senior Team!
Team Song
Team, you sure have got the pep.
Team, you sure have got the rep, •
Basket-ball is your specialty.
You don’t mind ’em
Mercy, let us help you find ’em.
Team, you made a grand old fight.
For you’re Red and White,
T-e-a-m—that’s the way you spell it
f-e-a-m—that’s the way you yell it!
Team of ’24!
Acka lacka ching!
Acka lack chow!
Acka lacka ching, ching, ching,
chow, chow, chow!
Boomeracka! Firecracker, Sis,
boom, bah!
Seniors! Seniors! Rah! Rah! Rah!
Rickety, sachety, shome,
Seniors feel at home,
Salem, Salem, Salem,
Pep it up, Pep it up!
Rickety, rackity, shackity town
Who can put the Seniors down.?
Nobody! Yea! Nobody!
Ray! Eleanor! Ray! Shaffner!
Rail! Rah ! Eleanor Shaffner.
Nigger, nigger, hoe potato.
Half past alligator!
Ram! bam ! bulligator
Sis, boom, bah!
Seniors! Seniors! Rah! Rah! Rah!
SOPHOMORE YELLS AND SONG
SOPHOMORE YELLS
S-o-p-h-o-m-o-r-e spells Sophomore,
Tis the Sophomore team that we
love best,
Tis tlie Sophomore team that beats
the rest.
S o-p-h-o-m-o-r-e—^You see
Tis the team that brings shame to
the other teams fame.
Sophomore—That’s me.
^ophomore Team, Sophomore Team
I ut on your best and play
Fight now with all your might
ror we’re going to win today.
Rippety cuss—Rippety cuss
at in the world’s the matter with
us
Nothing at all—Nothing at all
e re the girls that play basket
ball
Sophomores—Sophomores—
Sophomores.
I^ip Van Winkle and his little bull
pup
Sophomores, Sophomores, N ever
give up.
Rah! Rah!
Rah: Rah!
Sure can play.
Give her the gas—Put her on low
Come on Sophomores—Let’s go.
Give her the gas—Put her in high
Poor old P'reshmen—Good-bye.
Had a little rooster.
Put him on the fence.
Yelled for the Sophomores,
’Cause he had good sense.
S—I—I—I—I—s ! Boom!
Freshmen! P'reshmen!
Give us room.
What’s the matter with the Fresh
men
They’re all right.
Who said so?
Everybody.
Oh! What a liar everybody is.
Hit ’em high—Hit ’em low—
Hit ’em hard—Let’s go
Yea—Seniors.
Strawberrv Shortcake, Huckleberry
Pie, ■
V-i-c-t-o-r-y
Are we in it? Well I guess.
Sophomore! Sophomore! Yes! Yes!
Yes!
Hey! You!
Lookit! Lookit!
Lookit that Haul!
Wow! Big Tiger!
Wee! Little Tiger!
Wow! Juniors!
Wee! !
Senior Team, Senior Team,
Put on your best and play.
Fight this fight with all your might,
For we must win today.
Seniors! Seniors! Rah!
Boomalacka, boomalacka, bah!
Who’s up against us?
They’re up against us
They’ll never down us.
Rah!
(To Tune of “Brighten the Corner”)
We want a basket—pass that ball.
Just a little basket—that will be all.
We’ll get that hoodoo.
And bury it tonight,
We want a basket! Fight! Fight!
Fight!
1 —2—3—4—5—6—7
All good children go to Heaven,
When they get there they will tell.
How the Seniors played like—
1 —2—3—4—5—6—7.
Who can, who can, who can, who
can.
Who can beat the Juniors?
Who can, who can, who can, who
can.
Who can beat the Juniors?
Who can beat the Juniors?
Who can beat the Juniors?
Who can beat the Juniors playing?
Y es
We can, we can, we can, we can.
We can beat the Juniors?
We can, we can, we can, we can.
We can beat the Juniors;
We can beat the Juniors.
We can beat the Juniors
We can beat the Juniors playing.
A PRAYER OF
THANKSGIVING
Rah, Rah, Rah, Red and White,
(Juniors) (Juniors) Aint we right?
Red and White,
Red and White,
Knock those Juniors,
Out of sight.
Bite ’em, chew ’e
Eat’em whole.
Seniors, Seniors,
Make that goal.
R-a-a-z, R-a-a-z,
Rah, Rah,
Seniors, Seniors.
Hit ’em high.
Hit ’em low.
Hit ’em fast.
Hit ’em slowj
Yes, old team, let’s go!
I.
We gather together to ask the
Lord’s blessing.
He chastens, and hasten His
will to make known J
The wicked oppressing cease
them from distressing,
Sing praises to His name. He
forgets not His own.
II.
Beside us to guide us our God
with us joining.
Ordaining, maintaining His
kingdom divine.
So from the beginning, the
fight W'e were winning;
Thou, Lord, was at our side,
the glory be Thine.
III.
We all do extol Thee, Thou
Leader in battle,
And pray that Thou still our
Defender wilt be;
Let Thy congregation escape
tribulation:
Thy name be ever prais’d! O
Lord make us free!
Who’s gonna win, win,
Who’s gonna win, win, now,
We’re gonna win, win.
We’re gonna win, win.
How
E-a-s-y.
^ SENIOR SONG TO TEAM
(Tune of “That Red Headed Gal”)
What is that team?
Oh do you know them?
Which team do you mean?
Can they play ball?
!Tis the Senior Team you know
They can make the better show.
You bet they are the finest sports
Oh did you see’em on that court?
What is that team?
Oh do you know them?
Which team do you mean?
You ought to know.
’Tis the finest team of all
They can surely pass that ball.
What is that team?
The Senior Team!
0 SENIOR SONG TO DR.
RONDTHALER
(Tune of “My Buddy”)
Prey, dear, we’re so glad to have
you
Prey, dear, we’re so glad to have
you
With us, yes, with us.
On this Thanksgiving Day.
We don’t know what we’d do with
out you
Leave, I ’spect um
Our education!
Would be ruination!
If you went away!
BASKET-BALL TEAMS
Seniors
Captain—Louise Young.
Forwards
Pi. Shaffner L. Young
Center
B. Chandler M. Russell
Guards
M. Hunt H. Stephenson
Subs
M. Smith S. Herndon
M. H. Turlington
Colors—Red and White.
SENIOR CLASS SONG
Salem, dear Alma Mater,
We, thy daughters, salute thee
Proudly tell our allegiance
To thy deeply loved name
Thy fair history we boast in
Present glories we cherish
Thy ideals and standards
Urge us forward to victory.
Chorus:
Salem, dear Alma Mater,
Joyfully all they daughters sing to-
getlier
Hail to thee, oh Alma Mater
Hil, oh hail to thee!
Sophomore
Captain
Forwards
M. Wellons E. Barnes
Center
E. B. Jones M. A. Robbins
Guards
A. Sutherland H. Griffin
Subs
A. Galloway D. Dorough
C. Fowler
Colors—Purple and White.
Rah! Rah! Re!—Who are we?
We are the Soph’s of Salem, N. C.
Can we win—Yes! Yes! Yes!
Now just watch us make your nest.
THANKSGIVING SONG
Look off, dear girls across the dusty
court
And mark yon meeting of the sky
and sea
How long they’re fought in that
heroic sport
Eternity it seems.
Now back of Happy Hill descends
the sun
And evening shadows fall upon the
field
The game is over; teams have lost
and won.
And some have had to yield.
Then forth thev go into the banquet
hall
Each girl triumphant, happy, glad
and gay.
Oh, take from us our life, our les
sons, all—
Never Thanksgiving Day!
Roll up the score Sophomore team.
Roll up the score Sophomore team.
Roll up the score, you have done it
before.
You can do it some more.
Tcam I Team ! Team!
1. To Mrs. Rondtiialer
Oh who is the rare treat?
Who’s got ’em all beat?
Who is the favorite of Salem, dear?
Mrs. Rondthaler is the rare treat
She’s got ’em all beat
She is the favorite of Salem, dear.
II. To Sophomore Class
Lift up your voices
Three chees for Sophomores
Best in the land
The mighty ’Sohomores
Loud then we’ll sing
Praises to thee
P'ar and near voices ring clear
Hail Sophomores.
III. To Sophomore Team
Sophomore team
Is the team that’s got ’em beat
Sophomore team
To watch it play it is a treat!
It come out on Thanksgiving Day
And showed those Freshijnen how to
play
Sophomore team
Three cheers! Hip, hip, hurrah!