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Show MONDAY EVENING. JANUARY 16, 1933. Pupils Point Out Others' Virtues Essays Are Written On Good Noticed In Lives of Companions OGDEN HIGH SCHOOL NOTES Parke Petterson, Editor Barbara Kimball and Marjorie Wood Associate Editors, On the blackboard in Mrs. Wade's room is a poem which led to one of the most interesting assignments we have had this year. The poem, "I Know Something Good About You," tells how much better and happier the world would be if we would notice only the good in other people. i After we had memorized the poem Mrs. Wade suggested that for the next day's assignment each one in the room would write something good they had noticed about everyone else. I only wish my other teachers could and would assign such interesting lessons. Then more pupils would be prepared each day. M.P. MECHANICAL 'YESSER' The technocrats here at the high school are at work on a machine that will say "aye" at the correct time and thus do away with council. To you people out there who would like to get back to B. T.: Don Banks is selling information at moderate rates. The editor of these notes was telling us how our public has been clamoring for more. If he had just said they were clamoring, it would probably have been more accurate. Is there any girl in the high school who has read the girls' creed. It takes all kinds to make the world. Ray Loughton lurks in the halls at all hours of the day and night with a board under his arm and a box of chess men in his hand. His victory grin is worth seeing. (We are always digging up odd characters this way.) Famous scene: Mark Bingham standing in the hall, letting people feel his moustache. He claims it gets icicles on it in cold weather. (We'll bet it would have to be darn cold weather.) , Old Adage: Character is scwhat you are; reputation is what people think you are. (This is a great comfort to us. We pass it on). Our silver lining department notes with interest the standard maintained by the Girls' association. "Sister, can you spare six-bits?" Several years ago someone ran a skit in which Dave Wangsgard was giving his class a test in history. Among the students was a certain John Doe. Scene shifts to 20 years later. John Doe is a federal judge, and Dave is before him. "Either you take that test that you gave us," the judge says, "or ten years on the rock pile." Dave: "Ten years on the rock pile." (Faints). Mr. Farnsworth tells us that every year he has at least one student reach 80 words a minute. We reminded him that due to the depres- . sion everything is reduced. It didn't make much of an impression. Last words: "Now you take Zeta. There's a club I aspire to." wait until Sunday. Wait for what? Why, to read the funny papers. -"Burp." SOMETHING STOLEN You know, I think there really ought to be a law against such outrageous goings on! Can you imagine what has happened? Someone has stolen my name! Yes, really! To begin at the beginning, at the first of the year I wrote an article for the school notes and signed myself "The Lady at The Keyhole." It took me about an hour to think up that name, so I naturally resented it when I read the notes and found someone had stolen my broadcasting title, especially as I intended using it again. To whomever has had the impudence to steal my title, I wish to say that they really ought to discontinue using it, for if they don't I shall be forced to go into a huddle with my lawyer, and, incidentally, the judge is a friend of mine! -Genuine Lady at The Keyhole. HERE AND THERE We learn that a parasite is a person who goes through a revolving door on your push. Have you ever seen a drunkard trying to find the keyhole to a revolving door ... I have been looking through some keyholes lately and find that Alma Morby seems to be Hitt-ing it around with Kay. . . . Tom & Jerry are just two beaten eggs , . . Bill, can you really ski? . . . You should see Mrs. Bennett's son ski and his own original tail spin with patient applied for .. . Madamoiselle, why ask Kate J. about her fall down the steps when you might just as well ask me? . . . Hip reminds me of lip; lip reminds me of love; love reminds me of my gal; my gal reminds me that it's time to go home; and home reminds me of lessons. From hip to lessons is a big jump but not bad if it's your own hip. Lessons remind me of report cards; report cards remind me of late hours and so eventually I get to New Year resolutions. Clyde Greenwell won't eat candy. One particular redhead won't take a dare. Mary Drumiler attends no shows on the Sabbath. Gwen S. resolved to distribute her lipstick more evenly. And I resolved not to write about anyone in the "Notes". : -Jack Bennett. SCANDAL SHEET Our two great amateur skiers of the large school of Ogden High are about to form a ski club and make a grand slam against East High. Harold "Engen" Pearson and Bob "Cribble" Drabble were recently discussing the subject. Oh, yes, I forgot. Ed Brown's personality is to be initiated into the club for flavor. Phooey! Style! New styles! Bob Smith seems to be initiating a new style by wasting good ink on the lassies' buckskin shoes. Those shoes will be worth something someday. I bid 10 cents. And again the senior class president falls for a deer. Yes, it seems that he must carry the old leg around. He smuggled it into the1 school Thursday, making him a bootlegger or a deerlegger. Ask Sid Gordon to tell you the boner he pulled about "grandfathers." Famous last words: I just can't |
