❖ •> Sing a Song With The Class of I941 ❖ ❖
’41 FOREVER
By Lillian Jenkins
’41 forever,
Fair or stormy weather,
Forward marching all as one
’Til the top is reached!
"United we stand.
Divided we jail,"
That’s the motto we are for
One and all.
Red and white forever,
We will stick together;
There is always noom for us
At our goal, the top!
So stand up, class, and cheer
’Til everyone shall hear ,
That we’re marching on
For greater victories!
COME ALONG AND FOLLOW ME
Remember when we “land lubbers”
sauntered out of the auditorium after
that “one last fling” on Class Day, in
viting our schoolmates to the tune of
■“The Codfish Ball” to come along and
join our throng going to meet our de
parted plank walkers in ole Davy Jones’s
Jocker?
Come along and follow me
To the bottom of the sea;
There we’ll join the jamboree
At the Codfish Ball
Jellyfishes in a row
Shuffle off to Buffalo;
Lobsters swaying to and fro
At the Codfish Ball.
Fins and handys lead an eel
To an Irish reel;
The catfish is a dancing man
But he can’t can cans
Like the sardine can.
Tunas trucking left to right
Minnies moocher, what a night.
There won’t be a hook in sight
At the Codfish Ball.
“Pepsi” Hinson was in his paradise
during our “One Last Fling.” Remem
ber how he “gurgled” to his heart’s con
tent and how Susan melodramatically
sang the praises of Pepsi?
Pepsi Cola hits the spot!
Twelve full ounces, that’s a lot;
Twice as much for a nickel, too;
Pepsi Cola is the drink for you!
Nickel, nickel, nickel, nickel.
Trickle, trickle, trickle, trickle.
Nickel, nickel, nickel, nickel,
La da de ah!
The stooges had the “best time” all
during the Class Day program. They
really made a most appreciative aud
ience for us and closed our program
with —
G’ bye now, g’ bye now,
G’ bye now, g’ bye now,
G’ bye now, G-O-O-D B-Y-E!
Whenever the class has needed a song
hit, it hasn’t had to use Tin Pan Alley’s
creations, for our Irving Berlin, Bobbie
Helms, has composed both catchy and
lyrical words and music that will linger
ever in the hearts of every ’41 Senior.
MY STAGE DOOR DREAM
My Stage Door Dream will linger
Although we’re miles apart;
My Stage Door Dream is calling
For you. Sweetheart;
It haunts me, for it fills me
With longing love so true,
And now it sets me waiting.
Yearning for you.
And then while the show goes on,
I see a flame so bright;
Thoughts rush with madness through
me
That say You’re mine tonight.
I love the moon above me,
I love the stars that gleam.
But Stage Door love is crying.
Bringing you to me,
And then we’ll be
My Stage Door Dream.
—^Words and music by Bobbie Helms
GREEN STOCKINGS
I’ve wandered far and wide,
But still none’s at my side;
I’m all alone, with no love shown for
me.
Where can he be ?
The world’s hearts beat with rhyme,
But there’s no rhyme for mine;
I’m just housekeeper, just home-
weeper me!
Green stockings haunt my dreams—
I still must wear them;
My hopes and fears must
Dry those tears someday.
I’ll just play make-believe
Then maybe I’ll conceive
A heart, a soul that love for me will
tell;
I’ll take a train that way
And then so proudly say—
“Green Stockings, Green Stockings
for sale!”
—^Words and music by Bobbie Helms
SENIORS, FAREWELL
Seniors, our hearts are low,
It’s time, pals, that you must go;
Never again will we go through
Such pleasant years as spent with you.
We’ll keep the flame so bright;
We’ll hold your memories tight;
We’ll teach the rest to play the game,
Just as you taught us to.
You’ve been such helpmates,
For you’ve pulled us through.
Thoughts of you’ll linger.
We hope you’ll remember, too.
Seniors, the time is nigh,
So, “So long,” but not “Goodbye.”
You will remain a part of us,
Schoolmates of Goldsboro High.
—Words and music by Bobbie Helms
GOLDSBORO HIGH SCHOOL
There’s a song in the air,
Goldsboro High School!
You can hear it everywhere,
Goldsboro High School!
In our school or our home
Anywhere we chance to roam,
Goldsboro, Goldsboro High School.
Chorus
Then hurrah for our school!
Let us sing! Let us sirbg!
And we’ll up with a cheer,
Let it ring! Let it ring!
For we’re faithful and true
To our colors white and blue,
Goldsboro, Goldsboro High School.
Oh, we’re mighty hard to beat,
Goldsboro High School!
Though we bravely bear defeat,
Goldsboro High School!
“We go forward,” that we do.
And the cause is due to you,
Goldsboro, Goldsboro High School.
—And what about the Senior Barn
Dance? “You are My Sunshine” was
sung so gustily in assembly that the
gym was crowded in spite of wet feet
and dusty lungs.
YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE
The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping,
I dreamed I held you in my arms,
But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken,
So I hung my head and cried.
Chorus
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are
gray;
You’ll never know, dear,
How much I love you;
Please don”t take my sunshine away.
I’ve always loved you and made you
happy;
If you will only say the same,
But you left me for another;
You’ll regret it all some day
You told me once, dear,
That you loved me, that nothing else
could come between
But you left me for another,
And you have scattered all my dreams.
When the Class Day cast was so un
expectedly interrupted by shouts of “Yo,
Ho, Ho, and a Bottle of Rum,” it had
never dreamed of walking the plank.
So in memory of “departed” classmates
we leave these unforgettable shouts and
order:
“Walk the plank!
Walk the plank!”
(Blood-curdling Scream
Followed by a “Gildersleeve” laugh.)
“Ne - - xt!”
“Walk the plank!”
Walk the plank!”
—etc—
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