My high school’s mascot was (well, still is) a Quaker. Looks a lot like the guy off the oats can.
We were the “Fighting Quakers”, if you can believe that.
Sometimes referred to by those attending surrounding schools as the “Angry Amish”.
the Wildcats. I can say no more about my high school outside of The Pit.
The Cleveland Blue Raiders.
Our icon was a cavalryman in blue that was on a rearing horse with sabre drawn.
It was the Injuns, it’s currently in the process of being changed. Some of the names that are up for it are the Butterflies, and the Blocks of Limestone. No I did not make that up.
I went to the other John F Kennedy High in Southern California. We were just the Cougars.
The LA area has some great nicknames
Venice Gondoliers
John Marshall Barristers
Hollywood Sheiks
John C Fremont Pathfinders
Manual Arts Toilers
Eagles here as well. How boring…
Teams at a nearby school were the Rockachaws, which I think is pretty unique.
My first high school, Beaufort High, had the Eagles. Then I transferred to a private school in town, Beaufort Academy, and we were, again, the Eagles.
Shamrocks, shortened usually to “The Rocks” although the cross town rival always cheered “Beat the Weeds”. Which I always thought was rather clever.
My first two years, the Loyola Dons
My last two years, the Oakland Mills Scorpions.
Scorpion Pride!
:rolleyes:
The Devil.
Seriously.
They are known as the Red Devils but have always had devil mascot. Horns, tail, goatee, etc.
The junior high team is the Demons.
Every couple of years some fundies get upset about it.
Whistlepig
We were (and still are last I heard) Spooky, the tuff little ghost
We were the Warriors–depicted as a sort of ancient Roman centurion fellow.
Now, of course, I can’t think of it without a voice shrieking through my head…“Come out to pla-ee-ay!” Thankfully, at the time, I was innocent of such things.
We were the Lee County Bobcats. Our colors were blue and white. This made dressing for the games easy, since everyone in town is a Kentucky fan. (They’re the Wildcats, colors are also blue and white.)
We were the Centaurs.
You know: the strength of a man, the brains of a horse.
Or something like that.
Well, it was Chief Mighty Maroon back when my dad was in highschool. By the time I got there, thought, it was just the Maroons. And, apparently, it was originally just the Maroons, too. Sometime before my dad entered high school, someone asked the question that my friends and I have asked many times before.
“What the fuck is a Maroon?”
We got kickass school colors, though–maroon and cream. I look awesome in maroon 
We were the Regiopolis Redskins. Then the word came down to change it.
The obvious alliterative choice was “Rams,” but this was nixed as being sexist, since a Ram is by definition male.
So we got “Panthers,” which really had nothing to do with anything.
The Thunderbirds. Named after the car.
Cougar at my 1st high school.
Tiger at my 2nd high school.
Phoenix at my 3rd (and final) high school.
The phoenix was a very symbolic thing as we were an alternative high school. Nearly every student who attended was there because they wanted an education but couldn’t have his or her needs met in the public school system. Figures we’d get a principal who allegedly embezzled. After that, it was all down hill. Our school’s name was changed, though the phoenix is still the “mascot”. (AFAIK, there are still no teams or sports of any kind offered, so the term is being used very lightly.) The worst came when the powers that be decided to relieve overcrowding in the district’s two high schools by shipping in kids who hadn’t made the decision on their own to be there. Now, it’s more of “them” than “us”, kind of killing the whole idea of “alternative”.
(Yes, I still think I’m in high school. :D)
We were the blue bombers. Our mascot was a blue bird of some sort wearing one of those old fashion pilots hats if I remember correctly.
Racist reactionary!