Good Old Days: Pep Club Hopes

By Mildred Olson

Sometime during the 1930s (fictitious names of the schools)--

Cigarettes! Cigarettes! Butts! Butts! Willowoods team: Nuts! Nuts! Nuts! Nuts! Yellow over and over.

And then...

1-2-3-4-5-6-7... Shannen's team can go to heaven.

When they get there, they will yell the Mud Rat's team will go to 1-2-3-4-5-6-7...

They were a newly formed pep club, probably the first their high school had ever had. They thought they were rather cute, dressed in matching peach-colored dresses, trimmed in brown. (Always wondered whey they didn't use the school colors.) Their mothers made them and never questioned the colors.

Their first night to show off was at a boys basketball game. They gathered in the balcony of the high school and started their yells as the boys waited for the tip-off. Suddenly, the girls became aware of the principal gesturing for them to come down. The angry expression on his face warned them that something bad was going to happen.

And it did. He gave them fiery, strict orders to get out, to leave, and to not come back, and to never try such a “trick” again.

Their plans for a pep club suffered and early death. None of them ever wore that cute dress to school. 

Not ever.

In fact, she doesn't remember what happened to hers. It seemed to disappear sometime during those good old days, just like their hopes for a pep club.