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Vol. XI. Winston-Salem, N. C., Saturday, March li, 1981 _ No. 22.
SENIOR SONG
We lack the .greenness.
We lack the boldness,
And we lack the love-sickness to3.
We have the most pep,
W« have the best rep.
Yet, we have the dignity too.
Our game of ball
Proves us sports one and all.
Yellow and black ne’er will fail.
And when the game’s won—
Our praises will be sung.
For Seniors of thirty-one.
JUNIOR SONG
The Junior Class are we
Colors red and white
Always on the top we’ll be
We’ll never cease to fight, fight,
fight, fight.
We’ll work hard and reach our goal
And prove as in the past.
That with our might and main
We’ll whip another, whip another
SENIOR YELLS
Skyrocket — (whistle) — boom!
Seniors — Seniors — Seniors!
Senior, rah - rah. Seniors,
rah - rah!
Wlio - rah, who - rah?
Seniors, rah - rah!
JUNIOR YELL
Who’se gonna win-win?
Who’se gonna win-win?
Who’se gonna win-win-wow ?
We’re gonna win-win.
We’re gonna win-and how!
E—A—S—Y.
FEAST OF THE PIRATES
Six bells and alls well! Heigh ho,
mates ! The pirate of Sports speak
ing. Lay aside your weapons of
battle, lower your sails, and anchor.
Such a crew as this deserves a hearty
feast, and here it is!
Four gallant ships set forth sev
eral weeks ago in search of a silver
treasure, and after hard sailing
through troubled seas, one battle-
scarred ship has returned to the home
port in triumph. What a crew they
turned out to be! Because we are
very unusual pirates, we are giving
the victors a big hand (minus knives
or pistols and other pirate play
things) and extending to all of you
a welcome as great as any pirate
crew in the days of old extended to a
captured ship with a cargo of gold.
Eat, drink and be merry—tomor
row you may have to walk the plank!
TO MISS “AT”
We sing to you Miss “At”,
For all the guidance that
You’ve given throughout these years,
Y^ou’ve been so true.
We love you and always will.
Our hearts witli praises fill.
Miss Atkinson,
We sing to thank you!
SONGS
For some schools arc quickly for-
gotton
And gone with the end of the year
But some you remember
Like last glowing embers
Making our memories dear.
For we’re full of joy here at Salem
And happiness reigns here supreme
And we know that someday
We’ll come back to her
The school of our higli school
day dreams.
SOPHOMORE SONG
Day by day—every way.
We get better as we play.
As the Sophomores go flighting along
We begin-then to win
Everything that we are in
Yes, the Sophomores go fighting
So don’t be blue—but be square and
Keep up your courage. You’ll come
through.
When things go wrong we always
sing this song
That the Sophomores go fighting
Keep on fighting
As the Sophomores go fighting along.
FRESHMEN SPIRIT
Here’s to the class we belong to.
We’re willing to serve
Our dear Alma Mater
Her fame to preserve.
We’re loyal to Salem
We give her our best
We rally our forces and
Sing! Sing! Sing!
So here’s to the Freshmen.
The class of thirty-four.
We’ll honor, uphol’d them
Adored forevermore.
We’re true^ to the ideals
That Salem holds so high
It’s the Spirit of Thirty-Four.
SOPHOMORE YELL
Do - rae - me, who are we?
We are, we are, we are
W E !
Ain’t no lie, ain’t no bluflf.
Sophomore Class is red hot
stuff! !
FRESHMEN YELL
Ra rah!
Ra-rah-rah!
Freshmen, Freshmen, Thirty-Four.
Hi! Hi! Hi!
Freshmen.
. The practices!