CONGRATULATIONS SOPHOMORES Thanks for your support Remember the C. I. when you visit your Alma Mater. WEBER COLLEGE BOOKSTORE and FOUNTAIN MR. NILSSON REMINDED ME THAT ENGLISH CLASSES WERE STILL BEING HELD. AND THAT HE WOULD APPRECIATE MY PRESENCE THERE AT ANY TIME. Compliments Ogden Lithographing Co. LITHOGRAPHERS : PRINTERS SWAMP LIGHTS Continued I have to talk to someone who understands. Tell me what to do, do you understand? I have to know what to do." The words fell over each other in too rapid succession. Jeff didn't know what he was saying. I stared at him unbelievingly. Suddenly his body pulled away from me. He screamed, and I saw him race away and disappear into the swamp. I held out my hands. Blood dripped from them in big, deliberate blobs that fell in a puddle on the ground. Jeff had torn the skin on both my wrists. And then I knew that Jeff didn't want to go. He was forced. He was almost jerked and pulled away from me. Down in the swamp a light flared, and died. I turned with hot tearless eyes and walked slowly back into the house. And now, here, spread out before me I have put all that I know about swamps and swamp lights. My desk is cluttered with papers, and tonight I have read them all. I am sure that there is no swamp god. My mind is sure, that is. The little scientific corner tags it as impossible and stupid. I am reassuring myself, because for a week now I have heard my name called almost constantly. In the street in the daytime I hear someone call my name, and I turn, but there is no one there. And at night in bed I hear someone call me and I turn on the light, but I am alone. I am worried, and I think of Jeff. The marks on my wrists have healed to scars, but they are there, and some night I feel that I will be pulled into the swamp. I must put these hallucinations from my mind. But I can't. I can hear him now, somewhere, out there in the swamp. He's lighting the swamp lights, and all the time he keeps calling me, over and over. I'm afraid. Let me read these papers again. "Magombi exists in legend Swamp lights, bubbles of marsh gas insects and animals logical explanation." I'm writing this because I think that before very long I will have to answer that insistent voice. Maybe it will be tonight. My door is unlocked, and the window is opened. The crickets and frogs are silent. It must be too hot for them, I guess. I don't want to scream. My throat is dry, and it hurts. He's calling again, and he's very close this time. I'm going to the window for just a minute. It's so stuffy in here. I'll go to the window, and then I'll come come back and write the facts about swamps over and over until I drive him away. He's close. He might even be in this room. I can hear him. My throat hurts. He's calling. I'm going to the window now. I'll finish this in a minute. It's so quiet. A bottle of ink tipped over, and drips from the desk to the floor, but no one notices. They are all out on the circle of bare earth, piling up a huge stack of logs and sticks. First Security Bank of Utah NATIONAL ASSOCIATION Ogden, Utah S. T. Jeppesen, vice-president of the First Security Bank of Utah, N.A., says: "Many young men and women, when their school work is completed, will make plans to settle down in homes of their own. The FHA Home Loan Plan offered by this bank will make such a dream come true because the terms are the most liberal ever offered and the cost is low."