My feelings are similar to these when some great desire seizes me. Few men in this world can stand immune to a great desire. It beckons; it calls enchantingly, and if one turns one's back on it, it throws its bright rays into every place he ventures. These feelings swept over me indifferently as I walked unheedingly towards my flower. I came nearer and nearer to it, still in a sort of trance and was only awak¬ened to my folly when I slipped over an invisible precipice and was saved only by a crag. Of course I missed the flower, and, try as, I might, I have never quite reached it. Perhaps it was only an insig¬nificant incident. Soon I forgot it. Some people Estill believe that 'we learn from experience. Yes, we do sometimes, but as the say¬ing goes, "We never learn from other's experiences, and seldom from our own." I remember plainly of a man who left his desire to be done to¬morrow instead of today. Indeed it might have been only luck but in the end he gained his de¬sire. At the end of ten years, he was a wealthy man, and I, well I was still struggling desperately for a living. I think we .night say that the flower is Desire. Many strive for it, some blindly, others carefully, some grasping for it greedily, stumbling hither and thither in I their haste; others reaching for it I eagerly but gently, picking their | way with accurate care. The for¬mer seldom gain the goal, the lat¬ter more ofte,i. There are always j some who fall over the precipice; some catching themselves in time; others who fall to the depths of life. But there are always a few who gain the treasure, always a few who aro successful, always a few who gain their heart's desire. And then, to my mind comes George Eliot's theory of life, "That those who struggle nobly, and live honorable lives, do gain final happiness; but those who have erred can never quite es¬cape the cloud of their trans¬gression."—Gene Kimball. JUST DREAMS The roses bow to the summer breeze, And the golden moon that peers over the hill Fills the garden with silver mist, And the trees and the wind are whispering. I sit in the shadows under the wall And dream that you may come to me, That I may hold your little hand And feel your presence near—- Just dreams— The moon sets in the graying west, And I must go away. — Robert G. True. TUESDAY EVENING, JAN 4-27 OGDEN HIGH SCHOOL NOTES CHORDS TO SING The high school chorus has re¬ceived an invitation to sing at the Congregational church next Sun¬day evening. Those who have not had an opportunity of hear¬ing the chorus should hear it on this occasion. MAY PRESENT OPERA The fine work the chorus is doing this year has induced many people to ask Mrs. Bowen to put on an opera this spring. The matter has been taken under advise¬ment and it is quite likely that the opera will be given. GOOD TIME TO BE ILL Mrs. Irwin and Mr. Child availed themselves of the fine op¬portunity to ' be ill during the Christmas vacation. Mrs. Irwin was confined to her home with the grippe during the major por¬tion of the vacation, while Mr. Child spent his vacation in a hos¬pital in Provo, having undergone an operation for abscess. WAR STORY A cruel incident of the war is told by John Galsworthy in the December numoer of the Forum, under the caption, "Told by the Schoolmaster." Those who enjoy sad stories should read this one. CHRISTMAS CLASSICUM The Christmas issue of the classicum is one of the very best magazines the school has ever published. The editor, staff and advisors have received many com¬pliments on the excellency of the material and the art work in this issue. Miss Ruth Agee, in par¬ticular, is to be sincerely con¬gratulated on the beautiful cover design. NEW STUDENTS Two new girls were registered I at the high school Monday. Two or three other students intended to register but when they learned that the new semester opens in three weeks-—January 24—they decided to wait and enter at that time. APPRECIATED Mrs. Irwin's room was furnished with new light fixtures during the vacation. The room now looks and feels comfy and is much en¬joyed by the dean of girls and the students who have occasion to meet in it. THE CHRISTMAS DANCE The Christmas dance was a great success, artistically, socially, financially. A one patron ex¬pressed it,' "This is the most beau¬tiful as well as the most delight¬ful dance I have ever attended." MONTH OF READING January, as is well known, is the longest month of the year. It follows Christmas—which means, of course, the month of short means, as well as the month of Christmas bills. As a conse¬quence, it comes to students as well as teachers as a month when one reads much to help one forget and to help pass the time. As a teacher expressed it Monday, "This is the month that sees me reading library books." GIRLS' ACCOLADE The Girls' Accolade is well on its way. The committees are very j anxious to work and have pre¬sented some clever ideas. The committees are as follows: Leonora Malan, general chairman. Ticketet committee — Eleanor Weeks, chairman. Program com¬mittee—Naomi Wilbur, chairman; Margaret Soderberg, Kathryn Healy, Wilma Bailey. Decora¬tion committee—Esther Lashus, chairman; Jeraldine Leonard, Evelyn Benowitz, Bereneice Thorstenson, Fay Hopkins. Refresh¬ment committee — Lucille Holbrook, chairman; Isabelle Bramwell, Iris Smith. Advertising com¬mittee—Carmen Garner, Ruth Mark, Vellys Woods. The Girls' association will hold a meeting one night this week to get colunteers to work on the ticket committee. Come on, girls! Buy your tickets now, because the tickets are limited.—Dorothy Coop. LIFE PHILOSOPHY This little gem on the phil¬osophy of life was printed in the Christmas Classicum and is repeat¬ed here for the benefit of those who may not have seen it. "Life is a wind, erratic and ever changing, whose power it is to toss us over the mighty sea of existence. It teases our moods; it breathes a purpose for us from the mist of dreams, and then blows it far away from our abili¬ties. Our souls struggle in the waves of the mighty sea, never drowning but gasping and chok¬ing, until w.a reach some kind philosophy a strong barge where¬in we may glide at peace. Our bark. providing a soothing peace for us, will brave the cruel waves- and weather the torturing storms of life, unless, perhaps, the whirl¬wind fate, tormentor of life, sees us lying in security and wrecks our protecting philosophy. Then, we are sucked down into the mighty sea and must battle again with the powers of life.—Eleanor Weeks. PAGE 30 OF THE LOST DIARY Happy Noo Year, Diary dear. Here I am back to say hello—and I'll never leave you so long again. I have so many New Year's resolutions—and I intend to keep every one of them, ahem! I hereby resolve never to go away and leave the water running in the bath tub, or leave a ring in said receptacle. Never to be late to class or talk back to Mr. Merrill. Never to neglect my les¬sons except in case of dire ne-cessity. I resolve never to run in the halls, break in other peo¬ple's lockers, fight in the back yard, and nevei, never to get be¬hind in typewriting. I wish that some of these rowdies in school would resolve to be gentlemen, never to fall down stairs, play rough or be late to drill. I wish they would resolve this last one ocause I Jon't fancy being knocked down in the halls by a rushing maniac with a GUN. If everybody would resolve never to chew gum—the walking would be much less perilous. Oh, there is the bell and I arti 5 minutes late now. G'by, Diary.—Girls' Association. DEFENSE OF DAY DREAMING Being a dreamer, I naturally write in defense of my avocation —day dreaming. Many hours have I win led away in by cactle of in¬dolence,. gazing through rose-col¬ored glasses fit the unsubstantial pageant of ghostlike fancies that trip lightly acioss my idle brain. I have tried many times to be cynical about these silly, ghostlike creatures. Of what use is a dreamer? It is the up-and-going man who reaches the Elysian fields that the dreamer only vis¬ions in his imagination. But the Elysian fields the dreamer vis¬ions is lar more rare, more won¬derful, than those of stark reality that the up-and-going man real¬izes. The dreamer encounters none of the hardships, trials, or tribulations, or lonesomeness of the truly great. To him the path to success is of vague but easy ascent, and success is a beautiful, vague, young goddess who be¬stows upon him her bountiful gifts of love, wealth, fame and happiness. Day dreamers rarely see their dream children emerge into grown-up facts, but no mat¬ter, they escape the disillusion¬ment' that is visited upon every ! man who tafctes of the bittersweet fruit of success. Oh, me for day dreaming! One reaches the peak of ecstasy when the body is relaxed and the face assumes that rapt, far-away, wistful look while one's mind is given free reign to wander where it will. And, like a naughty little elf, it goes either and thither, poking its nosey little face into all the corners of experience, casting over all that was, all that is, and all that will be, the golden cloak of imagination. The dreamer, though, has a good deal to bear. For that last ten minutes of delightful drowsi¬ness he indulges in, just before getting up, when his mind is still filled with tiny wisps of the half- forgotten dreams of the night, he consequently is late for school and his classes, and is severely reprimanded. He receives more scoldings when he fails to answer a question in his closses, his mind being many miles away. He is urged to be more careful iu the preparation of lessons—more eag¬er to indulge in school activities, more this, mors that; from every side he receives helpful hints as 1 to the betterment of himself, the developing of his individuality and facilities. But these are only minor trivial¬ities that the dreamer bears with amazing fortitude. Who can un-derstand the dreamer, his moods, and temperaments? Who of the common herd is able to cope with this individual, the day dreamer, who, though ,ie possesses feet of clay, is dwelling mentally in the clouds. What matters to him the iittlc hurts, disappointments and cares of every-day life, when in his own dream world he is the exalted, the one looked up to and admired, the sovereign of a million dream people. —Marjorie Kelley. "We seek in our general edu¬cation not universal knowledge, but the opening up of the mind to a catholic appreciation of the best achievements of men and the best processes of thought since days of thought set in." WOODROW WILSON. Please read that statement of former President Wilson's again and ponder it. We wonder so often just what we are aiming at in education that the objec¬tive mentioned by our scholar president is worth, at least, care¬ful consideration. WHAT'S TEACHER WORTH? On Oct. 1, 1926. San Francisco pensioned 39 teachers who had reached the age of 70 years. Supt. J. M. Gwinn of that city esti¬mates that economically each of these teachers has been actually worth $2,430,000 to San Francisco and to other communities effect¬ed. We wonder, if Superintend¬ent Gwin is right! GETTING THE EVIDENCE To secure evidence for the de¬bate on Friday, between Ogden and West Side High, a question¬naire on all phases of the subject of military drill was submitted ! Tuesday to all boys in the high school. SUPERINTENDENT VISITS Superintendent W. Karl Hop¬kins spent the major portion of the clay Tuesday visiting class rooms at high school. He ex¬pressed himself as well pleased with the teaching and conditions as he finds them at the high school. MILITARY DEPARTMENT Following are the averages of the organizations composing the reserve officers' training corps, Ogden Senior High school, for the month of December, 1926. Band, 983; Company "A", 957; Company "B", 950; Company "C", 950; Company "D", 997; Com¬pany "E", 998; Company "F", 987. Company "E" having the larg¬est average will carry the guidon during the month of January. CARL J. DOCKLER, Captain, Cavalry (DOL), P. M. S. and T. LEAGUE GAME. On Friday night this week i Ogden plays Bear River City in the first league basketball game of the season. The game will be played in our own gymnasium at 7:30 o'clock. It promises to be a very interesting game, as Bear River has a "crack" team this year. HANDSOME CALENDAR The high school has received a few calendars and among them one so beautiful and serviceable as to merit special mention. This is a small brass desk calendar with a thermometer attached The calendar is put out by the Wheelwright Lumber company and we hereby express our thanks for the same.