Warsaw High School - Tiger Yearbook (Warsaw, IN)

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THE TIOEI If his coiiiicils pMss unheeded, You will fade a-way niid perish, Smoke his eifrs now all hetweecii you Ajid as bfothei-s live heneeforth. But they j ave him loud the ha-ha. So our Dye-boy took his Saxon And his sweet self home to mother. Honor now he to our hero Cry the sweet and foolish maifleiis. When he eame in triumph homeward From the rej ious of the Val)ash, With the scalp of Wabash Ili ' jh School, Came in triumph to his people. Dye, our hero, star of heaven, Henceforth he shall be our cjiptain, And, hereafter and foi-evei ' , Shall he hold supiXMiie dominion Ovei- all the girls in High School, Call him no more Dye, the time-out. Call him Dye, the girlies hero. TO ALICE Young and beautiful was Alice, She it was whose cheeks wei-e painted With the brightest streaks of ci-imson, And whose voice awakes the class-room. When she calls you When she begs you For your knife each blessed moi-uiiig. FOOTBALL HYMN By the shores of Tippecanoe, Erst-while called fair Riverview, Stood the gridiron of old Warsaw, Daughter of jNIisfortune, Warsaw, All about it spi ' ead the pastures With the gentle kine upon it. Gay upon it ran the sweaters. Brilliant orange, with blackest letters, Thei-e the teacher, Rhoads, the dusty. Coached the Wai ' saw team for football, Stilled their fretful Avails by saying, Hush the l)lue coats men Avill get you. ' Grub and Polky, liide youi- faces. Practice footl)all with all fervor. Lose your fears! Forget the sheriff, No one yet ' s told Robbins on you, Then our gossip-Junior Scotty, Learned of every one its language. Learned their names and all their secrets, How they hid notes in tlunr tablets. What they got in Piano and Knglish, Talked with them whene ' er she met them. Called them 0 Ye Fellow Classmen. SrSQ IiXz Our idea of the Royal doi-ge Is the basket liaU team eating- after a game [126 more

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THE TIOEIK Should you ask me whence these stories, Thence these legends and traditions, With the odors of D. S. room, With the words and wars of Caesar, With the raving rage of Bobbins, With the eloquence of Virgil, With his frequent repetitions, And the wild reverberations, As of Mac in Ancient History, I should answer, I should tell you From the Seniors and the Juniors, From the Sophomores and the Freshmen — Of the great High School of Warsaw, Came these poems wild and wayward, Round about the big Assembly, Spread the Seniors and the Juniors, And beyond them were the Sophomores, By their side the verdant Freshmen Green this summer, worse this winter, Ever groaning, ever sighing. Listening to the words of wisdom. From the lips of upper classmen. Ye, whose minds are green and simple. Who have faith in Sharp and Herrick, Who believe that, in all ages Every teacher ' s heart is human, That in even savage bosoms There is pity and compunction. Listen to this proud old annual, To this song of our own class room. TO DYE By the desk of the Assembly, By that desk of judgment mighty, Gitchie Bobbins, the all-poAverful, He the master of our High School, Stood erect and scratched his forehead. Saw the ' nouncement on the black board, Snake-oil Frazer, the all-mighty. Calls the Avai-riors to his council. Calls the football men together, And at four o ' clock that evening Said and spake thus then unto them, I will give Dye-boy now unto you For to be your next year ' s captain. Who shall guide you and shall teach you Who shall toil and suffer with you. If you listen to his ravings. You Avill win each game forever. riMKIlli: :: 127 more] Matliematically speaking ' , man is a varia]t)le; woman is the limit

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