Rising Sun High School - Sol Orien Yearbook (Rising Sun, IN)

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x - J SOPHOMORE SONG Tune-Sailing Behold the class of twenty-seven, To Alma Mater loyally given Right joyfully we hail her here For our frail barques, shell bravely steer, And ere we leave our High School, as is due, We'll prove our class is loyal, brave and true. 'lhen here's to the Soph'mores and here's to our teachers, too, Who have kindly guided all our labors thro', Chorus: Soph'mores ,Soph'mores, High School students are we, And true to our Alma Mater, dear, l'm sure we'll always beg Soph'mores, Soph'mores, Seventeen members, you see, ln two years more, we're expecting sure, Seventeen Seniors to be. Old rose and gold, our- colors gay, Bespeak the hope that gilds our way. Love lights the past, we've known so long, And shuns defeat, when it seems strong: 'Tis not for self, but one and all, you see, To us new paths shall ever open be. Then here's to the Soph'mores and here's to our teachers, too, Who have kindly guided all our labors thro'. Chorus: Classmates, so dear, with homage strong, We'll voices raise in sweetest songs, As Soph'mores true, her name enthrone, Her honors cherish, as our own, For then we give devotion tried and true Fond memory wakes the joys that here we knew, Then here's to the Soph'mores and here's to our Teachers, too, Who have guided all our labors thro'. A. N. R S IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIllIIllIIIIIIllIIHIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII 19 'I'H1IllIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIllllllllllllII1IIllIlllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIII H S lxhlxlll' ' I u E sf.. . ft l -.1 , V . , a