APPRECIATED Since the first of the year, the boys' and girls' glee clubs have been very much hampered by the lack of music copies. These groups were obliged to learn songs from one copy. In fact, in some cases, there was no copy whatever. Therefore, the two organizations were very much elated a few weeks ago to receive a new supply. Since then they have been hard at work, preparing songs for presentation. It is the hope of the notes that the music department will make use of its new selections. GLOOMY EXPECTATIONS Slowly and falteringly he traced his weary way homeward. He, who had been so joyous only that morn¬ing, now was in the deepest pit of dejection. All his joy at being pledged by the club he most re-spected had turned to dust and ashes. His happy anticipation of the dance with her was forgotten. That paper seemed to burn holes in his pocket. Unable to resist that morbid fasci¬nation longer, he reached into his pocket. Out came the fateful paper. Yes, there was no doubt; he had failed in the test. And a failing grade on his report might put an end to his club career. And the dance! He might not be able to get the car after his father saw a re¬port like that. Home at last. Like a shadow he slipped into the house and upstairs to his room. Then, for an hour, he tried to be cheerful, but still the in¬criminating evidence stared him in the face. At dinner, he ate little, but, in answer to questions, said he just didn't feel well. For a week he worried, and shadows appeared under his eyes. At last, the day came; the cards were doled out, and he had received "exhibit B" to place with the "Exam." Fearing to look at it he jammed it into his pocket and put it out of his thoughts. At dinner he ate very little, and finally, with mut¬tered explanations, brought out the fateful card, and then sought the refuge of his room. Finally, unable to tand the suspense longer, he crept downstairs. From the library, his father's voice greeted him, "Pretty good card, Son, except for that 'C'." Only a "C"! With a whoop of joy and relief, he descended on the table, and made up for lost time.—W. B. SCRIBBLIN'S After all, little shot, "To err is human; to forgive—" well, to forgive is even better than that. Anyway, three in one evening isn't so bad. What if this were in India? To Ernie and Pete we have noth¬ing to give but congrats, but take 'em, fellows, you've earned all we have to offer. It seems that Dixie was rather taken back last Thursday at the appearance of a little sponsor for "A" company. Phyllis M. does have the worst habit of leaving her lab book and things lying about on other people's desks. Come again, sometime, Phyllis. You really should have delivered that letter, Kenny. We're surprised at you, Betty-reading such poetry.—The Scribbler. : ASSEMBLY Our assembly opened with a sOng entitled "The Cloud" by the girls' glee club. We enjoyed their talent very much. Fred Nixon gave an im¬personation of a fellow who had lost his horse. Bernard Quinn sang a song called "When Irish Eyes Are Smiling," which thrilled everyone. A very enjoyable and humorous talk was delievered by Mr. Gus Wright, merchant of Ogden. His subject was "Personality." He discussed the different types of .personality. He told us how to apply for a position, and I'm sure that all of us would have grand jobs if we had that much courage to apply to a manager as he indicated. Dick Baxter closed with a few remarks on the splendid talk.—Dolores Hartog. AFTER THIRTY YEARS In the 1904 Classicum we read from the principal's (Dr. George Thomas) page: "The registration this year is the largest known in the high school, namely four hundred and twenty. (Think of it: 9, 10, 11, 12 grades). "The pressing needs of the school is more room for the commercial de¬partment, and a gymnasium. (How familiar that sounds. We are still hoping for that gymnasium.) IN BAD TASTE The English language is inade¬quate when we wish to express our attitude and feeling toward the "anonymous letter writer." The edi¬tors get letters frequently from such (insert an appropriate term) and they are plenty nasty. People who cannot construct, build up, co-op¬erate, help, or do anything worth while, are always adept at knocking, kicking, tearing down, smashing. Peace to your ashes. WANTED We should like at high school right now, copies of the Classicum for the years 1902, 1903, 1905, for in-spection or to keep. We have in¬quiries regarding students of that far off day. 14. SCHOOL WILL SOON PRESENT ANNUAL PLAY Ogden High Will Stage "Cappy Ricks" Early In December OGDEN HIGH SCHOOL NEWS Emily Merrill. Editor; Blame Larsen, Associate Editor. It has been announced that the annual school play, "Cappy Ricks will be presented December 7 in the Washington Junior High school, it will begin at eight p. m. Reserved seats will cost fifty cents. Regular admission will be twenty- five cents. By presenting the stu-dent body ticket at the office Og¬den Sigh students will receive a ticket for a reserved seat. Get your tickets early. NEW MEMBERS The Forum club, after much de¬liberation, announces the election of nine new members. These fellows have shown their debating abity through many trial debates within the club. Larry Evans, Wayne Bundy, Don Dee Olsen, Pat Quinn, David Rich¬ards, Joe Limburg, Don Smith, Frank McCune and Edward Chatelain are the students who have ful¬filled the requirements. The new members will be a fine addition to our club. We congratu¬late them.—Dan Alsup, President. PROTEST What degree of humor is neces¬sary to make this dissatisfied, hu¬mor-hating person, who calls him¬self "Shakespeare," laugh? It is true that no one in the high school can write an article for the Notes that will please this pessimistic per¬son? And, is it true that he can write a bit of humor, humor that is really funny, to tickle the funny-bone of the school Notes-minded people? He or she mentions a certain kind of humor that vaguely mentions certain people, people who few of us know. I, too, think this sort of humor is disgusting, but why should this "Shakespeare" hold himself re¬sponsible to write humor that will surpass all that has ever been writ¬ten for the paper? I ask no pardons, because I think what this "Shakespeare" says about the degree of humor in the Notes is unjust. There are many students who spend long hours trying to think of something funny to grace the face of our school notes for the enjoyment of those who read them. Here's waiting for your grand humorous masterpiece!—Yur Sun. DESERTED The scene: O. H. S. The time: Three-thirty. Suddenly to the listening ear comes the gentle ring of the bell, then a murmur, gradually rising. Finally, with a thunder like stam¬peding cattle, the human tide of the school bursts from the rooms into the hall. Then all is one long welter of sound. Lockers crash, books slam and students call back and forth. Here and there one finds it almost impossible to crowd through the jam. Five minutes late, the crush is gone, but the memory lives on. Scattered through the halls, stu¬dents, in groups of two and three stand talking, or stroll leisurely down the hall. Suddenly, there is the quick thum of heels, and some soli¬tary student comes swiftly around the corner. The halls are empty now but still, in the classrooms, a few weary students labor. Finally, the last tired student leaves, and the school slumbers, dark and quiet, waiting for the returning students to bring it- to life again on the morrow.—W. B, PROPER DRESS At the girls' meeting Wednesday Miss Corless discussed the subject of woman's dress. A goodly num-ber of models were demonstrated by girls of the domestic art depart¬ment, showing different types of dresses for different occasions. Mr, Merrill took occasion to talk to boys in their class rooms through our broadcast system on the same subject as applied to boys. He com¬plimented the male sex on having developed and standardized men's wearing apparel, which he desig¬nated as simple, sane and appropri¬ate. He spoke of the democracy demonstrated in the U. S. uniform which 95 per cent of the students have elected to wear each school