Alma Mater


In the bustling city’s bosom,
Like a gem most rare,
Shine the noblest of our treasures,
Shines our High School fair.
Hail, all hail,
dear East Side High School,
Green thy memory be,
By the bond of happy hours
Are we bound to thee.
In the field, the hall,
the city, Loyal to they name,
Be it ever our endeavor
Far to spread thy fame.
Down the vista may we see thee,
Of advancing age,
Never dimmed through farther distant,
Youth’s bright heritage.
Then unite inloyal praises,
Ere the glad day run,
In the world are many high schools,
In our hearts but one.

James H. Tuckley.