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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 JUST A LITTLE SONG To be sung to the tune of "Tell Me" Tell me why Grant loves Cora; Tell me why she is true; Tell me why they are always Seen in the park days When skies are blue. Why does he send her roses And give her candy too? Now tell me, if he does wed her Will he still love her, Please tell me do. TO LOTTIE Apologies to Walt Whitman O Lottie! My Lottie! My heart is harshly wrung! My thoughts of you I can not bide, my love to you I've sung. Commencement dawns and you'll be gone with Carson all exulting While far behind poor I must be, my soul so dark and pining. But O, love, love, love! O, revenge will be so sweet When on the ground old Carson lies, Fallen at my feet. WILLIAM KASIUS THE E. F. STUDENTS LAMENT Oh here's to Mr. Tracy! We agree he's truly racy, He has tried to do what no one else could do, To round a bunch of ginks, And put them thru the kinks, And make of each a Shakespeare thru and thru. Of course we're nearly crazy With our brains jammed till they're hazy. Is there any thing that English don't embrace? Every man that ever wrote We can sing his words by note, If we stumble we are hissed down in disgrace. We must learn to make a speech, Write a big oration each, With every word correct and rightly spelt, And altho we shake and flutter And we get so scared we stutter We must pound our fists and rave like Roosevelt. Alas! the worries make me lean, Every night I write a theme, I've worn out a brand new fountain pen. Does no good to lag behind, You just fall below the line, And it's twice as hard to struggle back again. As you worry work and toil Underneath the midnight oil. Dear E. F. student, flow my tears for you, For underneath your eyes Lie the prints of weary sighs, You'll be worthy of a crown if you pull thru. MAUD JONES Here we have Jepp and Cleone. Cleone is a flower. Jepp is a bee. What draws the bee to the flower? I wonder! Behold Cora! Cora looks skinny. Doesn't Cora get enough to eat? I wonder! This boy is Byron. Byron is a fighter. Can Byron lick Ricks I wonder! These are Bill and Lottie. They are in the park. Are they happy? I wonder! |
