THE O. H. S. TIGER, NOVEMBER 1, 1922 Page 3 LITERARY NEW LITERARY POLICY Beginning with this new issue a new literary policy will be adopted. Instead of soliciting contributions from each teacher for every issue, each teacher in the English depart¬ment will have charge of a separate issue. All material in that issue, ex¬cept for one column, will be from the classes of the teacher in charge. This column will be held for staff literary work and the literary work of the students not taking English. Mrs. Newcomb is in charge of this issue, Miss Keener will have charge of the issue following and the classes of Mrs. Camp of the Thanksgiving issue. The Christmas issue will be open to the whole school for literary work. —O-H-S— BLUE MONDAY Br-r! br-r-r! rings through the early morning stillness. A vague disturbing sound penentrates my drowsy senses. Unconsciously I reach out to stop the alarm. Then I roll over and blissfully slumber on. "Get up, get up at once, or you'll be late!" Mother's tones disturb the quiet. A sleepy "all right, I'm up," answers her, and in another second I am sleeping. A loud knock at the door and a horrified "Aren't you up yet?" at length arouses me. Sitting up in bed, rubbing my eyes, I look at the clock. Eight o'clock! One bound and I am out of bed. I take one step on a pin. (If there is a pin in the entire house it is sure to be just where I will step on it.) And the room! Cold as ice! Some¬thing unpleasant lurks in my mind. What?—Oh yes, this is Monday, and I had a quarrel last night. Well, it wasn't my fault, it was theirs, and if they think I can't go with any one else—well. Was water ever colder than that in which I wash? With chattering teeth I hurry to my room to dress. Five swiftly passing minutes, dur¬ing which I break my shoe-string, scratch myself on a hidden pin, and break my finger nail. Then to help matters along, my hair is all out of curl and simply will not look right. A dash down stairs, a grab, a push, a pull, and I have on my hat and coat. And now I'm off to school. Who I would have thought Twenty-fifth street was so steep! Finally school is reached. I hurry up the steps, then drop my book and all my papers on the top step. I arrive at the locker to find it locked and the key left at home. Curses---Coat, hat and books I toss on top. First period and the last signal. Panting, red-faced, hair all awry, I attempt to reach my seat without being seen. "You are late, please see me after class." I wonder then if there is any truth in the saying that "teachers have eyes in the back of their heads." Next period my sole contribution is, "Dunno." Economics, Physics, Latin—I try to hide behind my book, but before those long forty-five minutes are over I am forced to say "unprepared." "Then I'm afraid if this is re¬peated many more times you'll have to see Mr. Merrill about dropping out of this class." Again I look ashamed and feel—Well, you know. Last period English. How could I be expected to know Shakespeare wasn't a scenario writer? Today's failures necessitates some study; therefore, five books accom¬pany me home. After a long walk, I arrive, tired and discouraged. Of course, dinner consists of everything I don't eat. At the discovery a pent up feeling breaks lose and I voice my opinion of certain people, schools, food, and the world in general. After supper I try to study, but I just can't. The expected phone call doesn't materialize and in a moment of disgust I push the book away and decide to go to bed. Tired out I crawl into bed, thank¬ing Heaven that Blue Monday comes only once a week. As I turn out the light I murmur,— "Of such things is life." —Louise Zeller, '23. THEGIRLS' GLEE CLUB For the last two years the Girls' Glee Club has lacked the enthusiasm and social spirit known as "pep," but this year we are a "peppy bunch." We have ninety members, all enthus¬iastic singers, and our officers, Edna Mae Booker, president, Helen Wil¬son, secretary, and Madeline Reeder, reporter, have the life that is needed to make the Glee Club go strong. You have all tired of these "get-behind-students-and-push" organizations that attempt to instill real school spirit. We are going to give you the spirit, but in a unique way. We have a live program outlined and we intend to stick with it. We have entertained patients at the Dee Hospital; we are going to sing at the Martha Home and the other city institutions; we have planned com¬munity singing, and are going out caroling at Christmas; and in the spring we are going to give an opera. Our slogan is, "Say it With Music," and this we intend to do. —O-H-S— WHEN SHADOWS FALL Twilight and the shadows falling, Shadows in the cool gray grass. Softly their evening prayer They chant as the wind steals past. Twilight and the shadows falling, Forgetting all their cares, The poplars stately heads Are bent in evening prayer. Twilight and the shadows falling, Hushed the song of bird. Nature's silence leads To where all prayer is heard. Twilight and the shadows falling Over hill and dale. An instant—all nature reverent, Then the twilight veil. —Margaret Garrison, '23 —O-H-S— SCHOOL AT NIGHT Wrapt in dim shadows, vaguely dark and grim, A building looms above the city's mist; High school's deserted at this hour by all. Lights there are none, save those that glance upon The opaque windows from without. Within, In the wan moon beams, restless shades flit by, Hurrying, flirting, talking noise¬lessly— Shades of all former pupils crowded here. A score of years will pass, and you and I, Taking our places in this vast multi¬tude, Will live on as weird shapes our life at school. -—Eleanor Kidder '25. —O-H-S— When I Was new and Green at Ogden High I went to class without My lesson— i Once. I managed to Get through all right Until Almost the end Of class. I glanced up at the Clock—only Three minutes more Of time. Instead of borrowing My neighbors work, As I Was going to do— I sat back In relief. And then! She called On me. I didn't know The clock was Stopped. Some say the Fault Was mine. The fact, Remains I flunked that day. So say I here— The clocks should run, —Mariam Cane. BROADCASTINGS FROM ROOM 300 The official broadcaster flashes from Room 300, "It is a long wave; adjust your 'headset' a little tighter and tune up your radiophone. The cooler weather and the autumn winds have clarified the ether and increased radio activity. Consequently, the English department will unfurl mes¬sages as fast as the receivers can take them." NATURE'S DREAM What be so captivating, what so fair As nature's own device, her own de¬sign? Gracefully, smoothly by the thickets of the dale, Calm, as composed as kings who mete out laws, A streamlet winds its course among the growth Singing with the quaking of the asps, The gay, the merry creatures of this world. A wooden bridge which spans the silvery stream Ne'er has known the tread of human feet; And tall aspens tower o'er all— O'er fair lilies which dream all day— Dreams which forever will be hid. —Koto Tashima. —O-H-S— AT DUSK Land's end, and far beneath The river threads its way, A silver ribbon shining through the dusk At close of day. Soft dusk, that scarce conceals The dark trees far below— That swathes all living things, and cloaks The sunset's glow. That makes more powerful vast silences With unseen voice And I am humbled in Infinitude And yet rejoice GAMMA KAPPA The semi-monthly meeting of the "Gamma Kappa" was held Wednes¬day afternoon at 3:30 in Mrs. Hessler's laboratory. Officers for the various committees were appointed. Prospective members were there, and the recently elected faculty advisors, Mrs. Camp and Mrs. Hessler, were also present. At the president's re¬quest they both gave brief speeches. Plans for a short story contest was formulated. The Gamma Kappa has the ability to be the most lively club in the school, so just watch us. With our lively president and other able offi¬cers we're going to do wonders. Students desirous of joining should leave their names with Ruth Lyons. —O-H-S— IDLE DREAMERS We dream of a golden tomorrow With love and honor and wealth; We do not look forward to sorrow Nor worry about our health. We see only times of pleasure We see only things good and bright, All the days but those of leisure Are hidden from our sight. There are many idle dreamers. 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