OVERWROUGHT IMAGINATION Did you ever imagine that you were something or somebody, that you know it's utterly impossible for you to be? I have. I remember when I was seven years old, I felt quite accomplished as a monkey, because I could climb to the top of our barn roof from the stable, by clinging to the knot holes in the boards with my fingers and walking on the slanting roof with bare feet. Neither of my sisters could do this. Sometimes I would get on top of a shed or straw stack and watch the birds fly by. I would watch exactly how they managed their wings, and then, after looking around to see that no one was looking at me, comical as I may have looked, I would flap my arms up and down industriously. But though I tried very hard, I never was able to fly even an inch. I imagined how I would cause such a sensation if I learned to fly. I even saw myself as a miraculous wonder flying easily above cities and country sides. Sometimes I would be a mere speck up in the heavens, and again I would fly near the earth to see people look up in wonder at me. I saw nothing in a modern invention or a living thing that could equal my speed in the air. Many times I have imagined my¬self being some famed person and planned out how I would act under different circumstances. I have pictured myself as a heretic during the rule of the Hapsburgs in cen¬tral Europe. Standing up before a mob of angry people. I bravely told them what I thought, though knew the mob was Opposed to my judgment. In your leisure time, if you are lonesome, let your imagination go, and it will keep you good com¬pany. A good imagination is both interesting and amusing.—Mabel Sundquist. ANOTHER VISITOR High school had as a visitor Wednesday, Virgil Swenson, a for¬mer student. Virgil has been a marine for the past sixteen months and has come home on a furlough for ten days. He not only ranks as a first-class private, but is an expert with the rifle and pistol. Thanks to the training he received at high school. He is aboard the U. S. Battleship Maryland, which is stationed at San Francisco. The paragraph appearing in Wednesday's notes about Clyde Grix is erroneous, he says. Mr. Grix is now a student of the We¬ber college. Our most esteemed janitor has been exercising to a great advantage lately. A six-foot addition to the tennis ball stop he has put up, making the entire stop twenty-four feet. We hope that the people of the neighborhood will not be both¬ered with unruly tennis balls any more. AUNT JANE'S CORNER Dear Aunt Jane: Please tell me what to do in a case like this. My boy friend and I are going to the Classicalia to¬gether and he told me to wear a costume as he was going to, but that's all. I don't know what he is wearing or vice versa. I may go as a Dutch, but what if he shows up as a Chinese mandarin or some¬thing? Shall I ask him what he is going to wear? If I don't I'm afraid we will be an oddly assort¬ed couple.—TesSie. Dear Tessie: By all means ask him what he intends to wear. It would have been nice if you had decided a long time ago just what you two would wear. For instance, he could be a Chinese mandarin (as you suggested) and you could go as his partner dressed in a Chinese costume denoting a lady of high rank. It is rather late to decide your costumes now, but ask him and maybe a few changes could be made that would denote you two had come together. I mean to do away with the "oddly assorted" look that you spoke of.—Aunt Jane. CHAINED BY HABITS By Roe Fulkerson In an earlier civilization a meth¬od of punishing murderers was in¬genious in its cruelty. The victim was chained to the murderer at the neck, wrists, ankles and around the body. There it remain¬ed until the corpe disintegrated. It would take the pen of Edgar Allan Poe properly to describe what happened after that! The murderer with his grewsome bur¬den, of course, was driven from the neighborhood of every human habitation. Into the desert and waste places he went with his crime chained to him. Few if any ever survived the ordeal. Not a pretty thing to think of. I recalled it this morning when I Was compelled to stop work to go out in a storm to buy cigarets. Forty years ago I began to smoke "coffin tacks," as they are sweetly called by those who do not smoke them. Inside of a year my sin— if tobacco is a sin—was a fixed habit. . For all those years I have been chained hand and foot to my crime! All those years I have been happy when and where I could smoke and unhappy when and where I could not. I doubt not that many people have wished that public opinion would drive me and my ill-smelling burden out into the desert and waste places, where I would not offend the olfactory nerve of innocent bystanders. SECONDARY EDUCATION Every boy and every girl of to¬day is entitled to the training of¬fered by the modern high school. The one who fails to take advan¬tage of it will be more or less han¬dicapped in life, and will not be able, under most circumstances, to make his contribution to society. Says Prof. Morrison of the Univer¬sity of Chicago: "If the youth fails to enter upon his inheritance in the secondary period of his school¬ing, he embarks upon life with only the ideals which his own age can furnish, and that is, in any age a meager stock indeed. A na¬tion recruited from such young people must forever be entering anew upon the long process of racial evolution." SALT LAKE MAY BOND Salt Lake City contemplates is¬suing a million and a half dollar bond to build another new high school and additions to some junior high schools. This will give Salt Lake three magnificent senior high schoor buildings. We do not now—nor shall we ever—envy them, because, "thou shalt not covet"—but just the same we do wish that Ogden would get busy and furnish one good senior high school building to accommodate our high school students. Educating and training youth is the biggest job of any community and this work pre¬supposes comfortable housing ac¬comodations and a modicum of equipment. Ogden must not lag behind. OHS NEWS Stan Spencer ‘28 Tonight Is the long-awaited and eagerly looked for night of the Classicalia. Everyone is on tip toe with excitement, with intense ex¬pectation, with a glorious feeling of overwhelming joyousness. Why? It's a needless question. Anyone who has ever been to a Classicalia? knows just about what to expect, but this year's fun carnival is going to surpass all others—ask Ed Smith. He's at the helm, so to speak, and a right good helmsman he is, with a multitude of enthu¬siastic co-workers aiding him in this greatest of all O. H. S. Classicalias. As no tickets will be dis¬tributed after 9:45 o'clock, please get there and get your tickets ear¬ly or buy them now from some O. H. S. student. Come in costume and help out the atmosphere that has been so minutely carried out by the committees. Don't forget! —-M. K. TO OUR QUEEN Comes Peach Blossom, our queen, Like a rainbow of spring— Her skin the waxen white Of the delicate camellia; Her mouth red as pomegranate stain. Eyes—deep pools of unfathomable hue; Her hair is like a drifting dark cloud. Comes she in jeweled robes With soft and hesitant grace. To ascend her golden throne; All people are drunk with rapture, For Peach Blossom, the Empress, Has come to them at last. —Virginia Morton. AUNT JANE'S CORNER Dear Aunt Jane: I am very fond of a certain senior, and he of me, but just lately we had a quarrel, and he claims I was in the wrong and I claim he was—both of us were, I guess, to a certain extent; but I don't know what to do. Should I admit I was wrong and forget it all or should I wait until he ad¬mits he's wrong. I don't want to be stubborn, but I also must main¬tain some semblance of pride. What shall I do? I'm sorry about it all, and I am quite sure he is— I guess we're both stubborn old mules. —Maud. Dear Maud: You are very well named—for you are showing some signs of stubborness, aren't you? If you admit to me you were partly in the wrong, why don't you show him how big you can be and admit the fact to him? If you do, I am quite sure he will admit that he was wrong, too. It is a great thing and a wonderful thing if we can admit that we are wrong and to be able to forgive someone else for something that we are most likely to do sometime ourselves. Go tell him that you can see where you were in the wrong, and ask him to "just forget it" and you will, too. He will feel ashamed that he did not come to you first, and then I everything will be all right. I like your letter, Maud. It shows a certain depth of character. Pd like to hear how it all turns out, as cases like this are common among "we students." —Aunt Jane. SOUNDS Intoxicatingly sweet, gloriously stirring, heavily and then lightly rhythmical, pulsating with the sweetness and happiness of a clev¬er, rollicking mood. Then heavy and foreboding, gloomy, drab—a mere monotone, then a voice, "That's good, but let's try it again —not enough feeling." Groans. The opening bars from a piano. The clearing of throats. The mu¬sic swells out again, lovely, stir¬ring. Everyone in the top floor rooms swaying, humming to the beats of the songs and music. Teachers pulling their hair. This competition is terrible, say they. And you say—"What's all this about?" And I say—"Don't be dumb, it's the cast of the opera re¬hearsing." And you say—"Oh." —M. K. A VALUABLE DIARY For several years past there has reposed several small volumes of a diary written in French and dating back for nearly 300 years in the Vallereaux family. No one at the high school seemed to know anything about it, yet we realized that it was a very unique and val¬uable document. On Tuesday, the principal re¬ceived an anxious letter from Mrs. Mae Vallereaux Christensen, 5219 Ellis avenue, Chicago, Illinois, mak¬ing inquiry concerning this diary. Mrs. Christensen explained that it was handed to a French teacher, name forgotten, several years ago to be translated into English. It goes without saying that the school has had much pleasure in forward¬ing this unique and valuable rec¬ord to its rightful owner. CHAINED BY HABIT I know a man whose occupa¬tion requires that he talk in pub¬lic. Every sixth word he hesitates and says "er.' His habit is chained, corpse-like to him, lowering his effectiveness as an executive. He is not dumb, but he sounds that way. Another man reached the step¬ping stone to a high place he cov¬eted. A wonderful man, he is chained to a habit of profanity which he doesn't realize. His oath- punctured conversation kept him out of his high ambition. The men who loved the organization could not sponsor a man chained to such a corpse. Another man is chained to habits of wastefulness. Always making money easily, he has been as loose as ashes with it. Desired for a splendid position, he was passed up for a less brilliant man with the savings habit. The company argued that a man who could not take care of his own money would not take care of theirs. Cases could be multiplied indefi¬nitely. As you read, you remem¬ber incidents in your own expe¬rience. Few men go through life without some handicap, easily dis¬pensed with, if they only realize how they were obstructed by it on their road to prosperity and suc¬cess. Most of us are chained to some kind of a corpse; a mere matter of habit, usually oheThighly objection¬able to other people. March 19, 1928 OHS NEWS Stan Spencer ‘28 The chamber of commerce of Salt Lake has extended an invita¬tion to the military officers sta¬tioned at the high school and to fine cadets of the unit to be their guests at a dinner in their dining room on Wednesday, May 16, at 12:15 p. m.. A like number oi guests are being invited from all other R. O. T. C. units of the state on this occasion, the purpose be-ing the encouragement of R. O. T C. training. It is thought thai General R. H. Van Deeman will be the speaker and the special gues of the day. ASSEMBLY An extra long assembly was granted us Friday for there was lost to be done. The orchestra fa¬vored us with several selections which were appreciated by the stu¬dents. Then the boys, trying out for the S. A. R .oratorical contest gave their orations. Tom Broadbent spoke on "American Ideals." Kent Bramwell spoke on "Loyalty." Lee Cain spoke on "Patriotism, 1917." Grant Syphers spoke on "The Ideals of the Past." Everyone of them were excellent. The boys were heartily praised by the judges, and the winner announced as be¬ing Grant Syphers. He was pre¬sented with a medal by the S. A. R. Tom Broadbent then took charge of the* assembly and the various clubs advertised their booths. The G. A., represented by "Tom" Garner and Donna Manning, sang a clever ! little song and, as usual, forgot it. Zeta Phi Zi and Joie Francaise announced that they were dispens¬ing candy by singing a cute little song and throwing away some "of the sweets. I-Wanno-No and Carpe Diem proceeded to dance around the hall with serpentine gaily following in their trail. Phi Lambda Tau wag very fitly advertised by Betty Seaton, who danced a clever little balloon dance as this club's main sale was balloons. It is the general opinion that Stellae had the cleverest advertisement. Don Corey a simple little country boy, brought in his huge elephant and fed him peanuts, as Stellae's booth was to dispense peanuts, popcorn, chewing gum and candy. The advertisements were certainly clever. Assembly was then adjourned. ITEMS OF INTEREST Our alternate team, Charles Dunn and Virginia Nicholas, made a trip to Salt Lake last week to be royally received by the West high school. They debated the affirma¬tive side of the question, "Re- solved, that there should be a separate department of education in the cabinet." The judges made no I decision as to the winners, but it was undoubtedly our team. The West high certainly treated our team lovely and we wish to thank them. Margaret Schmalz and Karl Hopkins debated the same question with the negative team from West high, Salt Lake. Mr. Woolley act¬ed as judge ana arter due consid¬eration awarded the question to our team. Hurray! In assembly Friday, Mr. Merrill sprang a surprise on us, so to Jneak. by announcing that.the was Miss Audrey Clark. She re¬ceived a beautiful gold medallion, of Lincoln as a prize. We wish to congratulate Miss Clark. If the essay is not too long, we would feel highly honored if she would allow it to be published in the O. H. S. news. AUNT JANE'S CORNER Dear Aunt Jane: Can anyone try out for this na¬tional oratorical contest? I've nev¬er "orated" in my life, but I would certainly like to try out for this one as the prize is worth the effort. Didn't want to try out for the others but would this one. How shall I go about it? MILDRED. Dear Mildred: Yes, anyone can try out for this national contest and as you say, it is certainly worth the effort. Just write your best interpretation of Some phrase of the constitution, and memorize it by next Thudsday and be in Miss Irvine's room at 3:15, Thursday. Sounds easy but of course it isn't. You should have tried out for the D. A. R. contest, because the experience gained is valuable. It would have helped you' in this one. If ygu desire any more details, see Miss Irvine. AUNT JANE. CREATION The God of creation Took the flashing rays of the sun, The warmth of the earth, The majesty of the sea, The strength of the mountains The swiftness of the lightning — From them—made man. The God of creation Took the silver beams of the moon, The calmness of twilight The fragrance of blossoms, The purity of eternal snowa And moulded them together Into the beauty of—woman. —VIRGINIA MORTIX. TIME AND TIDE Time! How we waste it! It is the most valuable thing that is given to us, and still we prize it the leMt; of anything. Time can bring about- many wonders. There is nothing that it cannot do. It can bring us happiness, or sorrow and re¬gret. Time brings us priceless knowledge or makes us ignorant tyB the life and the conditions that surround us. Time is a great, teacher if we would only listen tol its teachings. Our habits, whetifl er good or bad, are formed throug time; improvements on everything in life come about only throug time. Looking at the other of the picture, the downfall of life comes through time and the way we make use of it. Too many of us sit Idly, Tetting those precious moments pass bfl us, never to return again. Life n self, is a question of time. Thei'e B something to do every minute^B our lives, for we are all engaged in a great work. This is a buafworld, and there is no place fM I idlers. The work of the worJA must go on, hand in hand withtime. Time is wasted anclost and] then can never be regained, in So let us take this warning anAn make good use of our time, or thdtide may come in and wash ua fl out into the sea of ills, griet regret. —WANDA PHILLIPS. UNIT INSPECTED Captain Dick, official uipnttM inspector of the Ninth corps a H devoted Friday to audit the B counts of the R. O. T. C. uqjj^H the high school. Instead of "He found everything will just say "Master Sergeant John Mayer is_the official cuslodll H government equipment at the Ogden high school." WONDERFUL SCHOOL Captain Dick was accomnpH by his daughter, a prize winH the oratorical contests of thftH cago schools, who visited sevenllH departments of our school anH pressed herself as pleased with the efficient, enthaaiastic and varied work of teachers and students. She:Jffl marked, "You are far Chicago in several particuian like your school very think Ogden is a beautiful city.”