THE O. H. S. TIGER, OCTOBER 4, 1922. Page 3 -LITERARY- THE LAND OF LOST TOMORROW As I walked through the purple grey dusk of early evening I seemed to be surrounded by vague unpromis¬ing forms. A tranquil lethargy fell upon me and without thought I wan-dered over hills under the guidance of some unseen but compelling hand. After a dreamless or rather emotion¬less period of sauntering I found that those unnatural figures about me were becoming more distinct. A comprehension of uncomplete life and ideals took form within me and I knew that this was to be no com¬mon experience. The rolling hills stopped and at my feet I saw the strangest city that ever existed. Deep nestled in the valley this city had the ideal location desired by either the man of war, the man of business or the man of peace. It was surrounded by powerful walls for the defense, but walls which of¬fered no hindrance or miscomfort to the man of business or of peace. The streets offered a varied pattern, some fantastic but others very practical— the dream of engineers. Palaces of unearthly beauty and factories of im-mense size stood side by side. In¬ventions which are even yet un¬dreamed of were in use on every side. Altogether the city itself was un¬earthly, for it was so constructed as to cause no hindrance to any. Stranger still were the inhabitants and from every road of life, for every period of history and every con¬ceivable type filled the streets. On every hand, on every face was expressed the emptiness of an unlived life. Promises given or taken but always left made the seeking tragic mask which covered every face. I left my vantage point and was about to enter the city when I met myself face to face. My incredulous ex¬clamation brought forth, "Please quit talking so loud." So I was balked in my attempt to know or question myself. I had but dreamed of my city but even now I wonder if any of our lives shall end in this City of Lost To¬morrow which is the destiny of so many millions. It sounds easy to preach but if every one had been by my side and seen those unfulfilled lives they should never again scoff at those who seek to save us from losing ourselves in the unknown city. —Helen Parker, '23. —O-H-S— ON THE BEACH AT NIGHT The day had been hot, exceedingly hot, but -the night was a cool and calm as a restful dream. The light had made the noise of the sea-breakers irritating; but the darkness changed the tone to a soothing chanty. At the settling of dusk all things seemed to take on a peacefulness as of the deep stream, as of the grassy swell of a mountain's side. Behind was the restless city, but ahead was the dark break water and the yellow sands of the beach. Behind was the wickedness of men, but ahead was the diviness of na¬ture. Everything seemed to have done all in i ts power to make that night what it was, a haven of refuge after the tiring grind of the day. It was over this scene the moon arose. It was the same moon that watched the city, but here it had changed. Over the city it was cold and dis¬tant? aloof from all living creatures. Here it seemed to be a part of the earth itself; enchanting the world with its rich, golden, white light, casting long spectre like shadows over the sands and turning the ocean into a fascinating transparency. Nothing could have been more marvelously beautiful, more soothing¬ly restful, nothing could have been more heavenly peaceful than was that night on the beach. —L Bowen, '23. A MONOLOGUE Sir Knave, because you are no proven knight, And yet by chance have vanquished Morning Star, Who has far nobler blood than thine, thou knave, I scent the kitchen grease full twen¬ty-fold. But still, the noble blood of knights will tell Against that scullion insolence of thine, And then to Arthur's court I will repair To shame the king for sending such a knight And there will stay reviling him with scorn Until the king sees fit to send the best, The greatest knight of all the Table Round, Lancelot, the one of whom 'tis said, "He can vanquish any man. Nor king nor knight Can stand against him." I will bring him here To vanquish those that shall have vanquished thee, Sir knave; but stay, there is yet time to turn, And none to cry you shame, and none to see The trembling and the shaking of thy hand. But yet, had I known naught of thy base birth I had half thought, when battling on the bridge That Lancelot of the Lade was bat¬tling there— But what know you of thoughts and fancies, knave, To you they are mere empty, useless, words. Robert Burton O H S AS YOU LIKE IT? A long protracted sigh arose, weird on the heavy stillness of the half-slumbering school room, arose until it seemed as if its shuddering intensity would congeal, with horri¬fied anger, the torpid occupants of this wearied lifeless room against this profane disturber of their whole souled rest. Vacation over, again the weary grind, tired teachers worn out with resting during the prolonged holi¬days, tiredly teaching torpid students. Students weary of attempting to grasp the ancient and august principles doled out to them in the ceaseless grind of study—the teachers as weary of doling them out as the students are of having them doled out. Vaca¬tion over, again the weary grind. The sigh arose, quavered against the frigidity with which it was re¬ceived, then burst audibly, and melted away shivering in the unwonted at¬mospheric lethargy and died an in¬audible death against the dreary walls of the dreary room. Once more the grind of school had started. —Wm. L. Hutchings —O-H-S— WHAT I WILL BE TWENTY YEARS FROM NOW Twenty years from now, I will be an old maid, I dislike housekeeping, the wedlock holds no charms for me. The thoughts of having to please and flatter a man, and pretend not to no- GAL SEVEN— tice his faults does not seem a joyful task in my eyes. I will not be one of those old maids who stay at home with a cat for company. Indeed no! I will be so busy, I will have no thoughts for any one else save my work. My work has not been revealed to me yet, but it will be either in the lecturing or law-world. In such activities shall I be twen¬ty years from now. —O-H-S— Buy your Student Body Ticket MEMBERS OF OGDEN HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT BODY ASSOCIATION 1. Marcus Mattson 2. Elmore Smith 3. Vernon Mattson 4. Edward Welch 5. Theron Jost 6. David Holther 7. Irving Hodge 8. Overton Zinn 9. Paul McCune 10. Eleanor Kidder 11. Ben Jones 12. Blaine Peterson 13. Wilbert Harpster 14. Myrene Rich IS Monita Scowcroft 17. Eleanor Agee 19. 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