Sometimes I get a synapse snap and something pops into my head. It's usually something funny--from the Marx Brothers, Preston Sturges, Philip Roth or someone else. This popped in this morning:
"In Portnoy's Complaint Philip Roth gives a sense of what Weequahic was like through two (legendary) Weequahic fight songs:
Give a yell, Give a yell,
A good, substantial yell
And when we yell, we yell like hell
And this is what we yell
Ikey, Mikey, Jake, and Sam,
We're the boys who eat no ham
We play football, baseball, soccer
We keep matzohs in our locker.
Aye, aye, aye, Weequahic High!
White bread, rye bread,
Pumpernickel, challah,
All for Weequahic,
Stand up and hollah!"
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