Roosevelt High School - Bwana Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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Eleven ROOSEVELT HIGH SCHOOL

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Ten VVAJNI ROOSEVELT SONG fTune: Alma Mater Cornellj Come and join our song, together Loud our voices raise In a song of deep devotion.-- Roosevelt all praise! fCHORUSj School beloved, now and ever, Laud and honor be: May thy glory be our watchwordf- Hail, all hail, to thee! Over sun-fleeked lawn and campus Let our chorus swell, W'hile the echoes from the heavens All thine honors tell,-Chorus. Senior old and youthful Junior, Heart to heart we stand, By our love for thee united, Guided by thy hand.-Chorus. Through the years that span the future May thy fame resound, High exalted: ever onward, With all gloryicrowned.-Chorus.

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Kaur-XM Twelve THE COWBOY'S DREAM lSung to the air of My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean. Q This is a well known cowboy ballad. Last night as I lay on the prairie, And looked at the stars in the sky, I wondered if ever a cowboy Would drift to that sweet by and by. Roll on, roll ong Roll on, little dogies, roll on, roll on, Roll on, roll ong Roll on, little dogies, roll on.. The road to the bright, happy region Is a dim, narrow trail, so they say: But the broad one that leads to perdition Is posted and blazed all the way. They say there will be a great round-up, And cowboys, like dogies, will stand, To be marked by the Riders of Judgment Who are posted and know every brand. I know there's many a stray cowboy Who'll be lost at the great, final sale, When he might have gone in the green pastures Had he known of the dim, narrow trail. I wonder if ever a cowboy Stood ready for that Judgment Day, And could say to the Boss of the Riders, I'm ready, come drive me away. For they, like the cows that are locoed, Stampede at the sight of a hand, Are dragged with a rope to the round-up, Or get marked with some crooked man's brand. And I'm scared that I'Il be a stray yearling,- A maverick, unbranded on high,- And get cut in the bunch with the rusties When the Boss of the Riders goes by. For they tell of another big owner Whose ne'er overstocked, so they say, But who always makes room for the sinner Who drifts from the straight, narrow way. They say he will never forget you, That he knows every action and lookg So, for safety, you'd better get branded, Have your name in the great Tally Book. -From the Lomax collection, Cowboy Ballads