CONGRATU
LATIONS
Winston-Salem, N. C., Saturday, November 21, 1931.
HAIL FELLOW
SOPHOMORE SONG
SENIOR CLASS SONG
Our college friendship soon will
And fade as does the dying day.
Our closest bonds must all be broken
As thru the world we wend our way.
And yet what e’er may be our for-
Tho friendships fade and friends be
few,
We’ll love thee still our Alma Mater,
So Salem, here’s to you.
SENIOR CLASS 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-win.
We’re gonna win-and how?
E—A—S—Y.
JUNIOR CLASS SONG
Here’s to the class of ’33
Salem’s best we try to be
We fight with all might
For Salem’s right
And ever will be.
Here’s to our colors black and red
We’re proud of them you see
We will fight with a vim
That is dead sure to win
For thirty-three.
JUNIOR YELL
3—3 3
SOPHOMORE YELL
nistie) boom!
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)iiumores - Sophomores - Sopho-
Seat yourself and whip out the
old carving knife. The castle is
celebrating with a feed! The ban
quet hall stands ready; the stalks
are heavy laden, the leaves are dyed
with color, the cups brimming with
mead, and we are bursting with mer
riment and good feeling.
Pull that smile out of your pock
et and hang it on by the ears, give
your fellow a hearty grasp of the
hand and enter into‘the gala and
festivity of the day—for ’tis Thanks
giving ! Glorious Holiday!
With the game as an appetizer
(and a mighty combat it was), the
turkey piled high looks better than
ever before. Thou dish of the kings,
cranberry sauce, what a harmonizer
thou art, making red lips redder
still. Clinking glasses, lusty songs,
good times, friends, the afterglow
of the game, Salem Spirit—all await
us here. Enter in, and think with
us a minute on a timely verse.
Happy are we met,
Happy have we been.
Happy may we part.
Happy meet again!
Corn stalks, dried and crackling—
Pumpkins and chestnuts—
Chrysanthemums, yellow and rust-
colored—
A heavy frost—
Thanksgiving!
Shad: “See that man out there at
center.^ Some day he’s gonna be
Betty: “Oh, Shad, this is so sud
den.”
L. Womble: “Whatcha doing.
Lib?”
E. Gray: “Shut up. I’m adding
figures and every time I see you I
add 0.”
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 Sophomores.
The class of thirty-four.
We’ll honor, uphold them
Adored forevermore.
We’re true to the ideals
That Salem holds so high
It’s the Spirit of Thirty-Four.
FRESHMAN CLASS SONG
Who’s wonderful?
Who’s marvelous?
The Freshman Class.
Who is the star?
Who are we for?
The Freshman Class.
O yes we’ve Salem spirit, ,
Ever loyal and true.
We’ve got the pep,
We’ve got the rep.
The Freshman Class.
FRESHMAN CLASS YELL
Rah! Rah! for Freshmen!
Freshmen will win.
Fight to the finish.
Never give in!
Rah ! Rah! Rah !
You do your best, boys!
We’ll do the rest, boys!
Rah! Rah! For Freshman Class!
Rah ! Rah ! Rah !
(repeat)
In spite of prohibition, beef gets
corned, gasoline gets tanked, cucum
bers get pickled, golf balls get teed
up, hinges get oiled, lamps get lit,
walls get plastered, bells get jingled
and prunes get stewed.
P. S.—What about coffee getting
drunk ?