West Salem High School - Hi Lite Yearbook (West Salem, IL)

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LETTER PRESENTATIONS Since English teachers listen And criticise each time, I’ll say this is not poetry But simply call it “rhyme.” Our team was called a loser But others were the same, And in spite of opposition I’ll say “they played the game.” Our Captain, Jack, was tiny, The smallest, far or near And my advice to him is, “Grow up before next year.” The Seniors had some players I’ll talk of them a while, The one who scored the highest Was usually NUe. And Delbert played whenever And wherever he would fit No matter what the score book said He never shirked or quit. Now if you like a fighter In the air or on the floor Just take a look at Roy He’d try, then try some more. Who is that in the corner, Away off from his guard? It’s Homer! Pass him quick the ball And he will try quite hard. The girls all look for beauty And they holler “Whee, Hooray!” When Junior stops a pass or shot And gets the ball away. His eye is on ihe basket He pauses just a bit He drags his feet and lets it fly If Jim could only hit. And next we have a chunky guy Who likes to play just lots. Ray argues, grins and fusses But he sure can arch his shots. To hurry this thing up a bit Perhaps it would be better To Daniel, Vernon, and to Don I now present a letter. The Sophomores are cocky And brag about their fame So Gail and Everett may come Up here and get the same. The Freshmen lads are husky And can look for futures bright To Eugene and to Edgar I’ll say “You are all right.” And now we near the finish This pile is getting slim But we have cdeers for Martha For Alwyn and lor Jim. What ever your color Wiiat ever your dream Let every one rise Give a yell for the team. Three cheers for the team! —Coach.