OUR SPORTING PHILOSOPHY
From 1940 Year Book
Aloysius Volz Wayne Rouse Edwin McCray
Floyd Skulley Neal Couch Junior Sutley
Bruce Holman Paul Musick Ralph Kneisel
Gerald McCrerey Keith Wenger Raymond Hossfeld
Donald Pfister Bennett Schuetz
It isn't the breaks we get--but how we take them.
Good breaks here wrecked as many as the bad,
And as for treks, most of the time we make them
by driving on against the luck we've had.
Headwinds are better builders than the other.
For only those who suffer can be strong,
The following winds is for the weak, my brother,
In sizing up the fighters who belong.
Each one must know that life is largely trouble.
The hard way is the maker of a man,
The safer roads lead to a dream-blown bubble
Where rainbows flash and fade in one brief span.
It all gets down to fiber as we make it
Fiber of steel, cooked in a killing fire
To give—but more than all, we learn to take it
Before we hit the stretch that knows the wire.
Grantland Rice
From 1940 Year Book
Aloysius Volz Wayne Rouse Edwin McCray
Floyd Skulley Neal Couch Junior Sutley
Bruce Holman Paul Musick Ralph Kneisel
Gerald McCrerey Keith Wenger Raymond Hossfeld
Donald Pfister Bennett Schuetz
It isn't the breaks we get--but how we take them.
Good breaks here wrecked as many as the bad,
And as for treks, most of the time we make them
by driving on against the luck we've had.
Headwinds are better builders than the other.
For only those who suffer can be strong,
The following winds is for the weak, my brother,
In sizing up the fighters who belong.
Each one must know that life is largely trouble.
The hard way is the maker of a man,
The safer roads lead to a dream-blown bubble
Where rainbows flash and fade in one brief span.
It all gets down to fiber as we make it
Fiber of steel, cooked in a killing fire
To give—but more than all, we learn to take it
Before we hit the stretch that knows the wire.
Grantland Rice
By Norman Hall, Class of 1931
Yes, I knew Johnnie Corrigan, as coach, teacher and a friend. In later years, as a member of the school board, I worked with him in the school system. We became very close friends.
What was he like? He made history interesting and discipline strict, but fair. The sound of him clearing his throat put an instant stop to all mischief. After we had bussed, he rode the back seat with a flashlight on all trips.
He asked and expected each student to give his or her best in sports as well as in the classroom. Team members were treated equally regardless of his or her race or talent.
He made sure every player had a ride to and from games even if he had to pick them up and take themhome in his own car, which he did quite often.
When he made a decision he stuck with it, just as he stuck with his flat top haircut!
Outside of school he loved the out-of-doors, his pets, part-time farming, small community life and of course his family.
He was that man you could depend on to go that extra mile.
Yes, I knew Johnnie Corrigan, as coach, teacher and a friend. In later years, as a member of the school board, I worked with him in the school system. We became very close friends.
What was he like? He made history interesting and discipline strict, but fair. The sound of him clearing his throat put an instant stop to all mischief. After we had bussed, he rode the back seat with a flashlight on all trips.
He asked and expected each student to give his or her best in sports as well as in the classroom. Team members were treated equally regardless of his or her race or talent.
He made sure every player had a ride to and from games even if he had to pick them up and take themhome in his own car, which he did quite often.
When he made a decision he stuck with it, just as he stuck with his flat top haircut!
Outside of school he loved the out-of-doors, his pets, part-time farming, small community life and of course his family.
He was that man you could depend on to go that extra mile.
PRAYER OF A SPORTSMAN
1940 Year Book
Dear Lord, in the battle that goes on through life
I ask but a field that is fair
A chance that is equal with all in the strife
A courage to strive and to dare:
And if I should win, let it be by the code
With my faith and my honor held high
And if I should lose, let me stand by the road
And cheer as the winners go by!
And, Lord, may my shouts be ungrudging and clear,
A tribute that comes from the the heart,
And let me not cherish a snarl or sneer
Or play any sniveling part:
Let me stay, “There they ride on the whom laurel Bestowed
Since they played the game better than I,
“Let me stand within smile by the side of the road
And cheer as the winners go by!
So grant me to conquer, if conquer I can
By proving my worth in the fray;
But teach me to lose like a Regular Man
And not like a craven, I pray
Let me take off my hat to the warriors who strode
To victory splendid and high,
Yes, teach me to stand by the side of the road
And cheer as the winners go by!
Barton Braley
1940 Year Book
Dear Lord, in the battle that goes on through life
I ask but a field that is fair
A chance that is equal with all in the strife
A courage to strive and to dare:
And if I should win, let it be by the code
With my faith and my honor held high
And if I should lose, let me stand by the road
And cheer as the winners go by!
And, Lord, may my shouts be ungrudging and clear,
A tribute that comes from the the heart,
And let me not cherish a snarl or sneer
Or play any sniveling part:
Let me stay, “There they ride on the whom laurel Bestowed
Since they played the game better than I,
“Let me stand within smile by the side of the road
And cheer as the winners go by!
So grant me to conquer, if conquer I can
By proving my worth in the fray;
But teach me to lose like a Regular Man
And not like a craven, I pray
Let me take off my hat to the warriors who strode
To victory splendid and high,
Yes, teach me to stand by the side of the road
And cheer as the winners go by!
Barton Braley
