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A collection of yearbooks from Weber Normal College which comprise the years 1919 to 1923. Included in the yearbook are photographs of students, class officers, faculty, the Board of Trustees, athletics, and departments within the college. It also contains sections about the clubs and organizations within the Academy, literary pages, student poetry, and advertisements from local businesses. |
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Show Turning the Tables (First Prize) RAIN, RAIN, RAIN. It was Ned's night on guard and he was taking his duty very conscientiously in spite of the fact that water ran down his neck and oozed from his shoes. It was during the cold dismal period just before morning, and everything was grey, indistinct and dripping. Suddenly awful groans and the sound of scuffling were heard in an old shack a few feet from where he stood. Then in a moment all was quiet and a shadowy figure slipped from the house and went staggering down the road. "Halt! Halt!! Halt!!!" Ned cried, but the man sped on. Ned tried to fire on him but discovered, to his dismay, that his gun had been tampered with. He was in a quandary, but even though he knew that to leave his post on duty would subject him to court martial, he decided to strike out after the fellow. So the two went splashing and floundering along in the mud. Ned seemed to be gaining on the other when the figure suddenly disap- peared. Ned hesitated, thought of the probable consequences, and then decided that he must solve the mystery, so he pushed on to where he had seen the man last. Then, without a moment's warning, he was seized by a strong pair of arms and jerked into a hollow at the side of the road. He strug- gled wildly for a few minutes, but his arms were pinned so tightly to his sides that he was helpless. Then he suddenly caught a glimpse of his captor's face and with a cry of surprise quit struggling. He stared into the face of Mike, his chum. Mike let out a howl of laughter that he quickly stifled as they heard the tramp of the relief guard being posted. The boys looked at each other in dismay, but in Mike's eyes could be seen a gleam of mischief as he said, "Well, you are in a fine mess. I'd hate to be in your shoes when the guard reports with- out you." But Ned detected the mischief and decided to give Mike a scare that he wouldn't soon forget. Quickly jumping up he gripped Mike's hand and said in a tense voice: "Well, good-bye, old pal, if you never see me again." Then he leaped over the edge of the pit and, unseen to Mike, raced for the barracks. When he got there he was astonished to hear what seemed to be his own voice answering to his name as the guard reported. Then |