North Salem High School - Viking Yearbook (Salem, OR)

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Enthusiasm Reigns at Pep Assemblies ll What's up, doc? says Kenneth Bosornworth of Middles- burg, England. .l ' Q' J -fu The Pep crew- was originated in the fall of l952, when Mrs. Keitt, advisor' for the Rally Squad, found it necessary to have such a group help her plan the pep assemblies for the growing student body. Since then, the Pep crew has caught ire and volun- teers from both Junior and Senior classes are engaged in the planning and partici- pating ot pep assemblies. A Pep crew member must be a willing and hard worker, as well as having ideas and a sense ot humor. When an assembly is planned the tlnal o,lc. must come from the students' advisor, Mrs. Keitt. The pep assemblies must be in good taste, neither ridiculing nor ottensive to any one person. It is also the pep crew's duty to plan and participate in halt-time enter- tainment, and to help make plans for all other pep activities. ut - Santa - you know me! My sister flies with TWAI BACK ROW: Bill Eearse, Carolyn Klarr, Cliff Stevenson, Carolyn Lunday, Eldriedge, Sandy Lloyd, Dona McCue Lynne Murphy Tara Lama Judy Wes Armstrong, Judy Johnson, Eleanor Marshall, Marian Graham, Mrs. Shires. Lucille Keift, advisor, FRONT ROW: Harold Hargrove, Belle Lappen, Carma nf- Y..

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In Memoriam-Janice Brandon ,,m 'CT' fur wr , W A 'oi 'P '-A 'f , T9 It Q, L u . 4 Kr .4 ',Zf L v V T -. L I 5 4 tg? C , 1 Q' 1 'eq L Walther, Shirley Ward, Steve Wargirier, Pat Wellbrock, Elaine Wentzel, Jerry West, Joy West, Rosalie Westling, Dean Wickman, Roberta Willhite, Joan Willhite, Wynona Willis, Pat Wimmer, Virginia Winter, Judy Wittrock, Gloria Wodzewoda, Pete Wohlgemuth, Dennis Wood, Grant Wood, Homer Wood, Linda Wright, Anita Wright, Margaret Wright, Sharon Wright, Thomas I ri 'D Ycoy, Lanny -gn V, ' Yost, Ann E 1 ' Youngquist, Mike Zeller, Vernon 'K ' l THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS And relatives bewail, Oh why, good people do you mourn, For a spirit not in Hell. For God has said that we reioice For the spirits of the dead. For they are resting now with him As angels free of dread. There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between, Shall l have naught that is fair? saith he, Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these tiowers is sweet to me I will give them all back again. He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves, It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. My Lord has need of these fiowerets gay,' The Reaper said, and smiled, Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child. They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear. And the mother gave, in tears and pain, The flowers she most did love, She knew she should find them all again ln the fields of light above. Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath, The Reaper came that day, 'Twas an angel visited the green earth, And took the tiowers away. 1 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Everyday rolls smoothly on A patchwork of existence, When problems are all ironed out, Wants meet with no resistance. The air of life breathed in and out, The blood of lite fiows on. This food for body maintenance Will someday soon be gone. While here on earth the friends do mourn, Marian Graham Viking Staff

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The Basket Viks Open Against Lebanon - - B .-