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THE SALEMITE
HOCKEY
Have you followed the hoekey
ball tlirough its most scucessful sea
son? In the early fall the patient
white thing went through innumer
able practices docilely enough, but
of late it has turned gray with bat
tering and rough treatment and
seems stubbornly to refuse to cross
either goal line. The preliminary
games and semi-finals were flashy
individual events, each with its par
ticular stars, and the season viewed
as a -whole was a decided improve
ment over last year’s.
A resume of the red letter days
which are recalled by the victorious
with delight, by the defeated with
regret for might-have-beens, but by
both with true sportmanship is in- ,
teresting as a background and pre
diction of the results of the final
Friday, November 7 —
Sophs, vs. Frosh
(Sophomore Victory)
Tuesday, November 12 —
Seniors vs. Juniors
(Junior Victory)
Thursday, November 13 —
Juniors V.S. Frosh
(Junior Victory)
Sophs vs. Seniors
(Sophomore Victory)
The final round of the schedule
was omitted to give place to the
game to which the F'reshmen chal
lenged the Sophs and that to which
the Juniors challenged the Seniors.
These games although their results
had no effect on the final game in
creased classi spirit and competition.
As to the finals, I leave you as
judge, for the results as the paper
goes to press are undeterminable,
and you, since you have witnessed
the actual playing are much wiser
than 1 and can make j’our own rec
ollections of the final hockey game
serve as the vivid description such
a contest deserves.
SONGS
See on high like waving gold
The Salem colors fly—
Cheer on cheer, like rolling thunder
Echoes up to the sky—
See the golden tide is turning
Ever more and more
And we’ll fight, fight, fight
And we’ll win by the right
For it’s Salem, Salem ever more.
■^^or here’s dear old Salem, to you
To thj' standards we’ll ever be true
Thy tall trees, thy dear ivied walls
Our highest faith and our love
recalls
And as we see thy bright colors fly
We will lift all our voices on high
We’ll sing to our Salem so dear.
For grand old Salem, good old Salem
we will cheer.
Prexy Rondthaler
We greet you with a song
The echoes resounding
The campus all along,
We tell you that Salem
Is sing now to you.
With hearts and voices ringing
^Paek up all my cares and woes
Here I go singing low
Back to Salem
Where a welcome waits for me
All my dear friends I’ll see,
Back at Salem
Remember those good times we had
together
Loyalty to Salem ne’er we’ll sever
I.ift our voices while we sing
Let her praises loudly ring
Salem, here’s to you.
Tor some schools are quickly for
gotten
And gone with the end of the year
But some you remember
I.ikc 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 high school
day dreams.
1
SAL TO EM !
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PEACE EM-OF-THE-
SALEM SPIRIT
Peace I'>m-of-the-Salem-Spirit.
Only a savage salutation from one
whose heart is beating like a tom
tom because of it’s again being Sa
lem Hockey Banquet night. It’s a
gala affair, my dear, and everything
and everybody looks .so lovely.
This tribe of Indians has it on
other tribes, a long way. Can you
imagine dainty, ladylike squaws,
about facing, and w'ith tomahawk—
sticks scalping the oneomers to a
victory such as the warrior ever
dreamed of.^ Well, it was done this
afternoon by those smiling conquer
ors, the peace pipe has been passed
and conquered and conquering have
met at this merry council and feast.
Oh, it’s all so fine and good, and
those smiles, good wishes and happy
squaws verify my belief that Salem
is an excellent totem-pole. ever to
be adored and cherished.
But all trails don’t lead to the
battle-field. Indeed, I marvel at the
change in those battling squaws, be
fore me. They can’t be those aus
tere teachers lately seen everywhere
yet except for the war paint, feath
ers and smiles they ap})car the same.
They have come back to camp after
long weeks as guides on tlie hunting
trail of knowledge, sought by hope
ful papoose. Tonight I believe
those guides will live, t1u>ugh until
now I could have vouched there was
an awful mas.sacre coming in the
near future.
F'm, you're simply missing life,
being away from Salem. I’m afraid
the fighting spirit has gotten into
tliis letter. But don’t let it frighten
you, for I assure you that these
squaws are at other moments the
most charming and delightful of tea-
pourers and hostesses. If you doubt
me, bring a body-guard, and relying
on my promise of protection, come
to visit a devoted
—SA'iI..