MONDAY EVENING, NOVEMBER 26, 1934. PEACE CALLS THOSE KNOWING RAVAGE OF WAR Asks Help Against Mars, Who Wants Lives of New Generation OGDEN HIGH SCHOOL NEWS Emily Merrill, Editor; Blaine Larsen, Associate Editor Sadly I looked on as I watched with a bleeding heart the young men in khaki. Yesterday they had been young high school students; today they were young boys sud¬denly turned into men. They marched to the rhythm of the band and smiled at the cheering crowd. I wondered how many realized that when the parade broke up they would be sent to training camps to be taught the art of killing school boys of another nation. Four long years I looked on as the whole world madly embraced my ancient enemy, Mars. I watched those boys being killed bodily, or what is even worse, killed spiritu¬ally. When those who came back marched to the music of the band once more, there were no dreams in their eyes. Their lives were de¬stroyed as certainly as were those left on Flanders field. Today a new crop of school boys has sprung up. Mars reaches for them greedily with his blood-stained hands. He wishes to de¬stroy to dreams in their eyes as he did in the generation before. Oh, fools! Are you once again going to embrace him? You who know what he has done to the world and what he will do again? Why not come to me who has wait¬ed for you since the world began? I will teach you wisdom, the arts and all that makes life happy. Mars hates you; he is War. I love you, for I am Peace.—Barbara Clark FAMOUS LAST WORDS Dick Baxter: "Hello there." Bill Cook: "Yeah, I've been goinging steady with her for—I'll see you again. Here she comes now." Dan Alsup: "I can't, I'm already in a club." Benny De Corso: "Now, every¬body keep in step with me." De Forges Nelson: "No, I was just giving them lessons on how to spit." Ronald Dransfield: "I guess I'll scrub my way through college." Neven Facer: "Sure, I'm going to the game—if I can crawl over the fence." Harold Williams: "Make way, gentlemen, make way for Corporal Williams." Mr. Hancock: "Was it the edi¬tor's fault that Currumba was spelled Durrumba in the Notes, or was it Luxo's fault?"—Luxo R. C. INSPIRATIONAL SPEAKER Probably the most unusual speak¬er of the year was heard last Fri¬day in assembly as the student body listened to N. C. Hanks, world re¬nowned lecturer. Mr. Hanks was handicapped in early life by the loss of his eyes and hands. In spite of these drawbacks, which would seem almost insurmountable to the average person, this wonderful in¬dividual has attended at least three major colleges. He has built around himself an atmosphere that coun¬terbalances the lack of two of his most important faculties. Such was the man who spoke to us on the topic of being discouraged and unable to cope with our every¬day problems. His message was in¬deed inspirational, as it brought to us a realization of how we should appreciate the useful possession of all our faculties. A QUESTION I, as well as other cadets, do not seem to grasp the meaning and sig¬nificance of our school being an "honor school." Does it mean that our cadet battalion is the best in the Ninth corps area? If it does, what capacity have we been able to hold it for 10 years? Does it mean that the school cadets in Salt Lake City do not wear a star on the sleeves of their tunics? Perhaps, if the some 500 cadets in this school were "put wise" to the real maning of "honor school" they would get in and drill very much better in order to uphold the red star on their sleeves. If they knew the star's significance they would probably be proud to pass it on to the boys who are to take their places. Can't you, Mr. Merrill, or, you, Sarg. Halloway, please tell us the meaning of the term you use so much?—Yur Sun. A PRAYER Dear Lord, we thank thee for our place on earth, That came to us through humble birth. For Mother dear, and good old dad Who lead us to the fine from bad. For teachers, lending each a hand 'Till steady we alone can stand. For friends, all comforting and true Who bring us joy—to me and You. —Elzada Carlson. THE GIFT OF LAUGHTER (Dedicated to Dorothy Hall) When Jesus gave the Beatitudes to the world He should have added, "Blessed are they who possess the gift of laughter, for they shall in¬herit the kingdom of heaven." A smile or soft laughter that comes from the heart lights up the whole face of the person so gifted. The eyes sparkle, the teeth flash, and perhaps a dimple or two ap¬pears. The horrid, mean thoughts, sad disappointments, or that sin of sins, feeling sorry for oneself, all in a minute are washed away, leav¬ing a clean mind ready to be filled with kind and happy thoughts. Yea, thrice blessed are they who have the golden gift of laughter! They not only make the day pleas¬ant for themselves, but bring sun¬shine into the lives of those around them. Those who have this gift are like a comb of honey with bees surrounding. People are never at¬tracted to gloomy faces. Most as¬suredly these gifted ones will in¬herit the kingdom of heaven. Al¬ready they have entered into the earthly Paradise. Is not heaven a place where only happiness exists?— Barbara Clark. TUESDAY EVENING, NOVEMBER 20, 1934. O. H. S. INVITES ALL PUPILS TO HOLIDAY DANCE Thanksgiving Party Will Be Held In Hotel Ballroom OGDEN HIGH SCHOOL NEWS Emily Merrill, Editor; Blaine Larsen, Associate Editor The Thanksgiving dance is going to be held November 28, in the Hotel Ben Lomond ballroom, at nine o'clock. This is an annual affair. To insure more of these dances, we should support them to the fullest extent. Boys, get busy! Ask the best girl friend to accompany you. Let's see the greatest crowd Ogden High school has ever had at any dance in its history. Now boys, it is up to you to make this dance a success! It is com¬pletely out of the hands of the girls. We are entirely dependent on you. Isn't it a funny world? The wom¬an always has to wait for the man! 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 stand 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 spng 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.