NOCTURNE Wild grape purple softly dripping From the opening hand of night Tints of dainty silken petals With its softly deepening light. The mauve-misted phantom moon Silver spun, narcissus white Pauses for a breath upon The purple fringe of night. Frosted with a web of amythest Delicate as gossamer; Lowering mists that shimmer, glimmer At the night wind's phantom stir. High above a lonely star Dropped a petal from its deathless bloom. Then a silence sweet and nameless Like the marsh-mist of the moon. -Crescent Burgi. This Scrap Book edition of THE ACORN is the result of the combined efforts of many energetic workers. We wish to thank Mr. A. G. Wallin and the Paragon Printing Company for their helpful ideas, the merchants and business men of Ogden for their patronage, and all those who have contributed articles to the book. We realize that without their help and interest the standard of THE ACORN could not nave been maintained. Editor Business Manager Associate Editor Literary Editor Faculty Advisor Literary Advisor