Alma Mater

Written by Miss Margaret Springfield, Class of 1909

In a rose-tinted valley encircled by hills, 

resting deep in a land that is blest, 

Where the warm golden sunlight brings concord and peace

Lies the school that our hearts all love best, 

And amidst those green hills in that valley of gold, 

Shall our praises to her ever rise, 

Till the mountains and hill-sides her honors set forth

And re-echo her name to the skies. 

Chorus:

Then hurrah for our classmates so dear, 

Hurrah for our classmates so dear, 

Hurrah for our teachers so kind and so true, 

For the Board of Trustees give a cheer. 

Fight Song

On Tuscola, On Tuscola 

Fight right through that line, 

draw a circle around ole Pisgah, 

as we did in days of old. 

So, On Tuscola, On Tuscola

Fight right through that night, 

we’re for you Mountaineers, 

So. Win. This. Game!

 

Victory Chant

Big What?

Big “T”

Big What?

Big “T”

Big What?

Big “T”

Big Ol’, Big Ol’, Big Ol’ “T”!