Olympic Is Newest Hish School Club Feb 22, 1932 Physical Development Is Chief Object of Organization (Ogden High School Notes) 1 At last, the latest development in high school clubs—the Olympic club. ( This club was organized for the ex- ( elusive purpose of physical develop¬ment and furthering all sports, and, ! i of course, all school activities. Club officers are: Jim Carr, president; Spencer Klomp, vice president; Frank Austin, secretary; Wal¬ter Hansink, reporter. Under the 1 capable advisorship of a cattle bar- ' on from the east, Ernie Wangsgard, 1 this club is certain to .accomplish ' great things Any juniors who deem themselves ; worthy of becoming members, hand their applications to any of the officers. —Jupe, the Olympian. , COUNCIL MEETING Regular council meeting was call- , ed to order by President Stone. The roll was called; the minutes were read and approved. President Stone requested that all incomplete reports for various school . activities be handed in by next Tues¬day. Miss Evans reported for the club committee. She requested that all' club presidents fill in the club re-port papers, stating the standing of; club members. Clubs granted parties were: D. A. C., Carpe Diem and Stellae, all Feb¬ruary 22. Mr. Hales requested that all stu¬dents advertise and support the cadet hop. Council then adjourned. —Earl Reeve, Secretary. If a man can write a better book, preach a better sermon, or make a better mousetrap, than his neigh-bor, though he builds his house in the woods, the world will make a beaten path to his door.—Emerson. THE O. H. S. SPECTATOR On page 1 of the new issue of "The Spectator" are some original if not complimentary remarks about B. T. (yours truly) that you would do well to skip over. Miss Helen Lindquist is taking a few digs at - that much harassed individual, and ! ( all I can say is that it hurts me, and , I resent it. (To quote "Chuck" Wood.) I don't think there is much else in it—well, as a matter of fact, I j just read page 1, and then, over- j come by the unjustness of it all, I turned to a "Hooey." However, . Charles Wood has some caustic re-marks to make about the current i movies; Arlene Sessions is writing mystery stories; Dell Tower cusses and discusses Chinese bandits, and Mr. Oberhansly has had his life story pretty well muddied by a nosey reporter. I am a little doubtful about ad¬vising this issue, on the grounds that it might incriminate me, but at least it has a pretty cover on it. v —B. T. SKETCHER IS SKETCHED B. T. (short for Bill Thompson) has been sketched. He doesn't know about it as yet, but he may find out. Bill was born a boy. (His mother so confided me with this remarkable statement.) As all boys do, he fought with the girl next door and had several puppy love affairs. (We didn't think he had it in him.) When he reached O. H. S. last fall, he decided that he would like to become a writer. Accordingly, he started to be humorous. Some¬one said, "Who told B. T. he was funny," and that ended that. Then he started sketching school heroes. Alas, the reason we get a sketch now and then is because ne thinks these so-called school heroes will jump up and bite him if he asks any imperative questions. Well, you haven't much longer to live, Bill, so make up for lost time. —H. L. BEAUTY "Golly, there must be a fight down by the west bulletin board. No, couldn't be a fight, too many girls arouncL.Yes, it could too (I forgot, it's leap year) maybe one of them— with her boy friend," I mused to myself at the other end of the hall. And quick as a flash I was off (yeah, I'm a ten-second man), and after a few minutes had passed I got there. I found I was all wrong, completely wrong, absolutely wrong, even painfully wrong. "Whose picture is that," someone says to me, "on the bulletin board?! I lifted my gaze to said board on look, but I didn't see a picture, no, not at all. I saw something that looks like a "Lon Chaney imitation," but then I remembered, there's a contest going on, and that this must be one of the famous people of O. H. S. "I don't know," I replied, "but a face like that ought to be worth something to a Hollywood direc¬tor." All around me people were ask-, ing the same question, "I wonder who he is?" And off I Walk, saying to my¬self, "That guy may be famous now, but when his identity is known, he'll be notorious." Take consolation, Mr. Whoever- You-Are in the fact that Lincoln never won any beauty contests and after all that beauty is only skin deep, no matter how thick the skin. —Sid Gordon. I CHAUCER II Due to the fact that everyone seems to have the guessing mania, we herewith will endeavor to char-acterize divers persons in the school after the manner of Geoffery Chau¬cer: A keeper of the dusty books there was. She was of kindly heart; her fingers buzzed. The teachers of the gender masculine Took greatest pleasure handing her a "line." She ever played the diplomatic role; Allowed them all, around her desk to loll. ASSEMBLY REPORT The assembly of Friday was un-; der the capable supervision of the A. D. M. club. After Phi Lambda' Tau had awarded the prize for their contest, the regular program was presented. Phyllis Abplanalp gave a piano solo, Ellen Halgren gave two delightful readings, and Mr. Ruel Gammell sang two patriotic selections, "The Flag Without a Stain" and "Father of the Land We Love." The Rev. John E. Carver of the First Presbyterian church j gave a very interesting talk oni George Washington. We highly com¬mend A. D. M. on their assembly and assure them that it was en¬joyed immensely. Dr. Carver told us that we Am¬ericans today are not so polite, neat or courteous as were the Ameri¬cans of Washington's period. George Washington is regarded through history as an example of personal neat-1 ness and courtesy. This example has been set before the public, but it seems as though little good has been derived from it. This exam¬ple could be applied very effective¬ly at Ogden High school, concerning the condition of lockers, desks and , rooms. Students' Applause Results In Protest Feb 24, 1932 Response to Numbers in Assemblies Becomes Tumultuous i (Ogden High School Notes.) E Probably the public at large is tired of hearing me blow off steam, I but nevertheless I think there is a condition in Ogden High school I which is deplorable. I am not allud- 1 ing to the building nor the teachers, nor any of the thousand and one things that students complain about. I am speaking of the students them¬selves, their method of applauding in assemblies. c Last Friday's assembly is no ex- C ception, so I will use it as an ex- ample. Reed Gammell sang two de- a lightful numbers. Anyone in that o audience who listened to it, I am P sure, enjoyed it immensely, but here s is the rub. All the day-dreaming a students and all the non-listeners, as soon as he had finished, outdid e each other in efforts to raise a c clamor. They applauded and then 1 they applauded some more, and then I they go into a systematic rhythm of applause. The point is that these students are not applauding be- t cause they like the number but be¬cause they like to hear the sound fc of their own palms slapping togeth- t er. Applause when insincerely in- f dulged in loses all of its signifi- 3 cance. a The same thing greeted Dr. Carver t when he finished his talk on George Washington. Thunderous applause t ensued; in fact so thunderous that c he was forced to arise and say that s he thought we were applauding more because of our dislike for classroom t than because of our enthusiasm over his talk. That, perhaps, is the rea¬son, but whatever the reason, I wish that the students of Ogden High school would not show their glaring lack of education and breeding by indulging in such recreation. They should, as a teacher in one of the junior high schools says, observe the significance of the phrase, "noblesse oblige."—Charles Wood. "When words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain."—Shakes¬peare. WASHINGTON PAPER Washington Junior's latest issue of The Pilot was published in honor of the George Washington bicenten¬nial year. The students have very carefully put this paper together, and it contains many interesting articles about George Washington. We commend you on your fine work, students. DIARY OF A DAMSEL O, Happy Day—Friday. This noon I spent in observation land received a lesson (of doubtful value) in twelve to one o'clock pas-times. As I passed the numerous radi¬ators and nooks our school affords, I noted the interest taken by youth-ful Romeos and Juliets in conversa¬tional meetings and gatherings. (Three's a crowd.) It must be an interesting occupation, judging from the intent, happy looks gracing the faces of those involved. The thriving business man across the street gave me an effusive wel¬come as I followed the parade toward his store. I had a fine time with that crowd which takes first prize in gulping milk shakes. I enjoyed watching girls whose lot is the pleasant and slippery sensa¬tion of going for a delightful (?) walk down the hill and whose ambition, without a doubt, is to become the perfect target for enterprising snow¬ball enthusiasts. Now, how shall I occupy my time during my next noon hour? Poor child! I have so few amusements to choose from!—Susie Seventeen. CHAUCER II He hath a lean and hungry look, this boy; His shoulders have a tendency to bow. His eyes are of the brightest and are sunk Deep in his head as of a pious monk. To pound a gavel well he doth but yearn And slowly say, "Assembly adjourn." T. E. N. Amid the lusty yells of Order! Order! (I can't spell it like Janet Garner says it) the weekly fight of Tau Eta Nu took place. And what a fight it was, even better than the one that we staged last week while playing basketball (and that was no slouch either). Why can't we give a party? Grand old question that never enters another club's minutes except T. E. N. (Was that a Bronx cheer I heard?) But to be serious, T. E. N. finally decided to have a party—the first one that we have had since Christmas, and this is to be a real party. (We are not going to play tiddly winks.) After weeks of studying real high¬brow drama, for that is the very thing that we have been doing (I feel like I could meet the best of you when discussing plays), we took a couple of days off and proceeded to make our poor muscles stiff by playing basketball. (Don't say any¬thing but we have gone back to drama which is more our style it seems, kind of slow like.) However, we may surprise you and do some¬thing real worth while in the league. Watch us!—Margaret Thomas