The new WHS
Members of the Arrow Nation, hear the story of
your past! Listen, men! Listen, women! Listen to the story of the
Long ago, the old ones tell us,
No one lived upon the prairies;
No one fished Kampeska's waters;
Until, a Hunter wandering westward,
Saw the shells upon the shore,
Called the lake and land Kampeska,
Meaning place of Shining Shells.
And the Hunter, turning homeward,
Told a friend of Shrinking Shells,
Of the lake and of the prairie,
Fine for hunting, fine for fishing,
Fine for planting fields of corn.
Thus it was that some came westward,
Westward to the lonely land,
Westward to the lake, Kampeska,
To the place of Shining Shells.
Some who came, the Purp1e Council,
Purple group of greatest daring.
They were first upon Kampeska ...
Building fires for their homes,
Staking claims upon its waters,
Keeping others from its shores;
Daring others who would come there:
"Try to take this land we've chosen!
We will fight you with our weapons
And drive you from our shores!”
There were others who would come there...
People of the Golden Council,
Seeking land around Kampeska
For their fires and their homes.
So the men of Gold
Took the dare and drew their weapons.
Golden Council found their targets
In the hearts of the Purple heroes.
Purple Council shot weapons in anger,
Killed the heroes of the Golden Council.
There was chaos on Kampeska!
The was blood upon its shores.
Women of the Purple Council -
Women of the Golden Council
Prepared weapons for their loved ones
And wept within for the Fallen Heroes.
There were some who felt the rhythm
As a Message to the Wise.
"Come," it said to the Purple Council.
"Come," it said to the Golden Council.
Send your protectors and your guardians
To make new peace within the land.
So they came in a XXX together
And the Councils chose their Leaders
From the Purple and from the Gold.
These would be the chosen
To forever protect and guard the Legend.
The team chose its leader
To be Champion of the Fighting Arrows.
And the Purple and the Gold became the
The Councils thus united...
Chose a Protector and a Guardian,
And they were one together
PURPLE and GOLD - The Arrows!
That's the story of our starting,
How we grew to be the Arrows.
Over years, others heard it,
Remembering the traditions
As they traveled far from here,
Learning that the past gives meaning
To the hopes of future years.
More than three quarters of a century since our
First we told to those who grew
To carry memories of the past
Into years with some things new.
Seventy-seven years the threads were spinning
Weaving time into a patterns
Rich with memories of our own.
In a world of troubled nations,
Talk of war and human grief,
We, the Arrows, live together,
Companions bound by ties of love.
Four short years we stay as Arrows;
Four short years we work together.
Let us pledge ourselves to striving,
Learning, growing, living wise,
So that we may be the leaders
In a future full of hope.
SENIORS - Time is short for your achieving.
JUNIORS -Time may catch you if you're dreaming.
SOPHOMORES/FRESHMEN - Time may rob you
while you're waiting.
Heads can save a nation
Hearts can save a friend
If hands are there to lend.
HEADS - HEARTS - HANDS
Gifts God gave to us.
Let us pledge to make our lifetime
Worth the time and effort here,
So that those who come tomorrow
Follow footsteps sure and clear.
77 years, the Legend's been shared,
77 years, our numbers have grown,
Year after year, the Arrows unite,
KNOWING, we truly belong.