Chicago Normal School of Physical Education - Scarab Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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SCARAB -'e I 'gigi' .T f? . THE AYAKA Ecliturfi11fChief BEULAH WANZER Puttie ScribefRachcl Kirschbaum Stcssie Scribeflvlargaret lvlellody XVinn1c Scribe-Hazel Lowry Irie SC7'lbCfCi3ll5IdlICC Wipiwer The Ayaka, a camp paper, is edited by the stall elected by the four tribes. It is a lasting remembrance of camp memories and activities. The weekly edition was read at the council fires on Sunday evening. The campers and councilors fully ap' preciated the efforts of the stall. Dedications, humor, poetry. free verse and much that could be desired were included in the Ayaka. When we feel our inner selves Dissatisfied with common things And wonder what we'll do our whole life long, Let's seek that comfort for the soul And stray away from earth for awhile Carried on the tilmv wings of song, THE AYAKA - J q 2 775.9 S 2 f.4ja2z.-5-1 XDA 8-Qflonp Z B U T- -T -T E Page seventyon: QQQQZQJQEQQQQ3 NINETEEN TWENTY sEvEN QQJQQSLQDLWQLQWEAQ

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3Q533Ql533Q533E3 SCARAB 3633333333653 POTTIE SONGS PEP SONG And when the Pottie Tribe all fall in line, We're going to put one over every time, And for Wetiwniaehek we will yell, And for the Pottie Tribe we'll yell, We'll yell, we'll yell, we'll yell. So fight, fight, tight for every game, And we'll win all others in the main And we'll roll all others off the side, off the side. Pottowattomies, rah. OUR POTTOWATTOMIE TRIBE Our dear old Pottowattomie Tribe, To us the best of all. We'll ever be so true to thee At any time you call And where we roam or wander Of you we'll always dream. XVe'll be loyal to you, for we love you, we do, Our Pottowatomie Tribe. POTTIE TRIBE Of all the tribes we love the Potties best, To its name we'll ever be true In work and play we're faithful every day, And so we sing the praises of our tribe. IRIE SONGS From Wetomaehek by the silver waters, A spot of beauty, friendship and of joy, We hail our tribe, the Iroquois. By the silver waves we'll build our campfire. Sparkling waves and embers reaeh the Sky, Loyalty and honor must rise higher On the Irie Tribe you may rely. From Wetomziehek by the silver waters, A spot of beauty, friendship and of joy, We hail our tribe, the Iroquois. Wheii the moon plays peekfafboo And the stars shine down on you, All the Iries are here from far and near To sing a song to you. Iroquois we love you best, You're far better than the rest, So we will sing tonight while the stars shine bright And the moon plays peekfafboo. As we gather round the fire Our dear tribe to praise, Sun is slowly setting On us falls its rays. Iries we will help you, And try in all our work and play, To be a loyal tribe to you, To your ideals be true. Oh, Iroquois. Page seventyftlwee NINETEEN TWENTY SEVEN 333333333