a) SY April Fool's to know the must one, be stancs Day)! truth, I really anyone up hate to admit to HASSE if you who Full the world's RICK And * want reads this here! (well, it, notebook so I'd tournament zame but here the state's at owed fuller the University of Utah $8,00, So I just left had put it would have Rah, than a drigk at midnight, it there, Shucks, in my pocket, just given me rah, Utahl Bruce Van Orden, if Skyline High's peln to cover the Bingham—Murray game and the writing of our stories afterward. limit score, or something. Iwas lost, the U. But in Fort Douglas, other con't I took South and the next fear, sports best, all on the I lost my new 2,50 brush, I you can see how Rah, rah, Utah! It did get better, delivhted I was, however, We heard from Dee Chinman Deseret News and and Dave Kadleck of the then from John Mooney and Bill Coltrin of the Salt Lake reached heaven forbid! I asked ative, hand, Gee, I just revealing he did gument of answers. accuse teing too bull “; the horns, I didn't call them but never all it, we Sports On the sides afraid of came what I had as morning-lunch, had beef. editor and Ya, you Dan Lewis, a right suessed fine High's fellow, along with West High's two representatives, informed schools me that to beat Ben Lomond Of course their I laughed, in track were this going spring, they the least bit deserted, surprised, the eda pt found Stewart asked ee tie LJ bE 4 pe ak i out that plaid that their was question, to famous be replaced and blue, Well, glad Black Why you is for the the fewocious way we fight to win a victory and blue is the color we all turn when we lose, You can tell what the most domdnant color will be can't you? Black, of course, Why,we have filled up so many of our trophy cases that the senior class wanted to buy another one! Gone is our traditions of the Granite supply journalism looked by the colo:s of black the change you asked? other been waiting clinic en Lomond Scots wept aude Veép Roval of the artaking it still MURS ES ifform- Please, Coltrin, even bulls. Cows, perhaps, the barracks-—like eS () jee the Scottie dog (and tissue) why I don't the clans, bulla. Then for both have After all, what are Friday thirteenths for, anyway? Tribune, those the I wasn't Coltrin love to in the morning paper and found that mine and Bruce's were not among then, what he thought would come from the then forthcoming meeting on the high school realignment, an? yoi know what he said? "Nothing." Lake's me a foolproof Bruce and I hurst into the room, only to see everyone already tyning their s stories. But never say die. We did our best and turned in our stories just in the néck of time, When I read the winning entries After telling us how much they slaved at the office and how noorly paid they Were y they turned the remainder of the time over to us eager young journalists for anest- ions, only department, U.'s football coach, spent all his time tearins cown my favorite sports column so Salt Well, this little traffic jam fouled up that idea. (It was a woman driver all right.) However, when we finally wandered a:ound the halls and acquainted myself with the tronhies and art shows before the first session started. Don't let anybody tell yu: different, but their art shows are about as dirty as a hospital operating room, Spnortswriters from throughout the state filed into the balcony lounge for the day's first meeting. Ray Nagel, the ist, out with the ing. boy, After of car which he had parked immeciately out side the fielchovse in the hones of beating everyone to the journalism build I later learned was the student union, where I naid my buck and registered like a good one it later one, As the final cun sounded and Binesham won, we Cashed out to Bruces sive of the snrawling campus. Eventually, I found a parking. place two large builcings, one of which near mapped and At the zame, Bruce and I svent our time keeping track of the box all Temple straisht thing I knew completel+ editor I they probably another one, off I went on my merry way to the annual scorts writers and vhoto-ranhers clinic at the University of Utah in Salt Lake, The highways, swept clean of cars by the blizzard the nicht before, allowed me to reach my destination so quick~ ly you'd think I had exceeded the speed was not east to I five for having no registmation sticker and three for parking in the faculty lot, mystic cay of Black Omens, when it all began. To helo things out, I felt about as happy as a come’ian at an execution that creary, gray morning. But with the tank be ready to cover bhe that afternoon, Well, when I got to my car, there was this little vellow piece of paner tucked under the windshield wiper, It said lesst) No. 1, triple "A" fool, Why, you ask yourself, would I make such an aston ishing statement? You asked, so here goes It was Friday the thirteenth, that gas After we had lunch and another I returned to my car to get my talk, gang fights, even we know can now Well, we tissue? youl Gone look forward are to are the “fight There Bdack goes another idea to birds and blue birds the birds, HR MEI HOME ing, fighting -- uh --fighting” what are we fighting? Well, what of it? , 34 7N BY If at HERE HEH HEIL 3 SESE IIE IE TENE E9036 3 2 once 3 tl you don't me succeed, for-* ce BRB a EEL asc seas sea scssacsescacaeatsevea ses ssesnaescact Me