Have you ever sat in an office When the deadline time came near And have the boss yell out at you, “Publication time is here!’? You hurry and you scurry, As you rummage through your desk, “Where is that copy that | made? It was my very best.” He pokes his head into my office With a smug and polished look. “lll take your carbon copy Of Weber High’s yearbook. Then when you aren't busy How about, the newspaper, dear?” | nod my head in a frenzied way As he talks of the Trumpeter! I'd like to sound off to my boss; What does he think of me? You'd think | had six arms and legs! That I’m a branch from the octopus tree! Whoops! Here he comes again with his list. His smile is fixed just so. “Don't forget photography. And, O yes, Be sure and remember Scripto.” Let’s see, he wants some news on each, Some information to be sure. Why don't we start with the book Who’s Who, That really should be a news tour! With 2,000 students and teachers, Their addresses and telephones too— If you think these were easy to compile Ask any of the hard working crew! More talent has been discovered By the Scripto, it’s been said. Original poems and short stories, You, no doubt, have read. The Boss says one more, So This is Weber! It's really quite a school. Just wait until deadline time But always keep it in the cool!