Page 2 THE O. H. S. TIGER, NOVEMBER 29, 1922 The Facts About The Recent Athletic Irregularity (Cont. from page 1) drove immediately to Salt Lake to learn particulars. President Moss in¬formed us that it was on account of Ogden having offended during past years and that Clark's registration was null' and -void, because he had not attended school regularly from September 22 and had changed his registration on or about October 12. We have never regarded it as an offense- at our school for a student to change liis registration. This decision did not appeal to us as cause jFor for¬feiture of games, nor barring from contests. We insisted on a hearing before the executive committee. This was finally granted on Wednesday even¬ing, November 15th. At this meeting we learned for the first time that the action against our school had been taken by President Moss, Mr. Thurman and Mr. Done at Springville the previous Friday, Nov. 10. At this present meeting, the former action was confirmed, Mr. Mitchell of Lehi, Coach Wilson of Salt Lake concurring. Pleas for rescinding ac¬tion made by Superintendent Hop¬kins, Coach Kapple, Frank Muir of Bountiful and I, and the affidavits of teachers Mrs. Camp, Mr. Wangsgard and Miss Stevenson, that Clark had done good work for five weeks and was doing good work were, of no avail. I desire to say that no man ever desired clean sport more than I, and I think no principal has ever worked' harder to hold students up to the required standard.' I do not believe there is in this state a fairer or more honest coach than Mr. Kapple. Our forty teachers certify tq the integrity of our team, and unless this decision is rescinded or some restitu¬tion made they of the entire student body and all citizens of Ogden will feel that a gross injustice has been accorded us by the executive com¬mittee of the Utah High School Athletic Association. —O-H-S— THE PASSING OF MOLLY CASS It was a low, tumble-dOwn shack that was situated near the roadside. The outside appearance suggested that it was uncared for. The shin¬gles were loose, and. the rough, crudely cut boards were unpainted. The inside conditions were much worse. The floor, but for litter and dirt, was bare; the few pieces ' of furniture were fit for kindling only; the hole in the roof, partially stuffed with an old rag, allowed the snow and rain to' come in, thus giving the house ia damp, 'moldy smell. The fire on the hearth had burnt low,' leaving just enough heat to take off some of the cold of the bitter De¬cember air, and leave a clamy chill. Here and there', ' carelessly 'strewn oVer the floor, were empty phials. 'This w'as ' the'home of Molly Cass, who Sat rocking to and fro in a squeaky rocker. She seemed to be thinking hard: as she", 'carelessly tore' into bits a piece of paper, which she threw'' into the fife.'' A weak flame, sprang up and *jts rays, fell on the golden hair of the baby lying' near her feet:' Sh'e reached for'the child, but drew back. She had other things to think of. ' '' , i Her eyes turned'' to th(6 window," but they were met by ' the. snow, falling, falling, falling. ' Molly tucked' her dirty, grimy shawl ar'ound her as she looked. But she could not see far, for the falling of the snow cut off the view of . the rest of the world. She sank1 back' into her chair and closed her eyes. Pictures of her youth came back to her. Hbw.well she remembered the" day when: she' had packed her belongings and de-parted for parts unknown, in opposi¬tion to her parents' will. Here she became a bar-maid and dancer. She was forced into the association of a rough, vulgar class of men. She began to smoke, drink, and gamble with them. Then the great curse came—opium. She was looked down upon by even the lowest class of people. Thus she had been driven from town to town. Was it not this opium that had caused her to spend the money that Godfrey Cass had given her for food, clothing and fuel for herself and the baby? The picture changed. How well Godfrey Cass got along in the world. He had plenty of everything and was looked upon, by the villagers in Ravaloe, as a very,- respected gentle¬man. Why couldn't Molly have the same privileges as Godfrey? She legally married wife Ij'yt j he \;'w0s ashamed to acknowledge, the , fail. She would „ revenge. 'He- must pay dearly, not only in money, but he must give her and the baby a name. She would g-o this very day to Squire Cass' home and expose and humiliate Godfrey. She began to tremble, the world was going dark and her mind blank. She reached into her blouse and brought forth a phial. She raised it to her lips and drained it of its last contents. She gave a sigh of relief, for new life, and strength seemed to come over her. She cariie to the sudden realization that it was all gone. Where- was the next dose to come from? She could not live with¬out it and she had no money. She must go to Godfrey, a'nd right away, as night was approaching. The empty phial was replaced. The storm was beginning to abate a little. How far she would have to go along these lanes of deep, cold snow! She got into a thread-bare coat and pinned it closely around her. She picked up the baby, who was still, asleep, and wrapped it in a soiled black shawl. , What a contrast the golden curls and the black shawl made! She opened the door. A strong gust of wind blew into her face. She gashed for breath. "Mama," came a pitiful whine from the puny, half-starved baby. "Shut up," came the cross answer. "I'll take you to Godfrey. He can take care of his own brat." Her feet were wet because of the large holes in her shoes. The icy air chilled her rto the very bones. She was weakening. She knew she could not go much farther. She had fallen many times along the road, but had got up again and desperatly trudged on. Now her strength was nearly gone. She came to a gate post and leaned against it to rest herself. At a dis¬tance a man passed, carrying a tor!ch. The beams fell upon the head of the child and caused the golden hair to sparkle. This seemed to soften Molly as she looked at the pretty, innocent baby. "Popr. little dear, I guess I haven't b'e'en a woiy-h-y mother to you, but it wfts that oil opium that got the ujVper fuuul of._a;jfte. Godfrey has gt"v;:<?}.i U9-u.ua0«Cy, but opium claimed it. Why am 1 going to Godfrey? I couldn't be " happy even if he did acknowledge me as his wife—they are not my kind of people. I would be a disgrace to any family." She started out again, but she was too weak to go. She soon felt her body going numb and her senses leaving her. She eagerly clutched at her blouse and brought forth the phial. It was empty. She threw it as far as she; could. .. "Money can't buy happiness. Them's as has lives behind them, bright, clean and pretty as my baby's hair, are happy. Money can't buy that. My child is worth more than gold, but I never prized it. My life is as black as this very night." She was tremblingv falling! She was on her knees, her eyes turned Upward to the heavens! v "God, be merciful to me, a sinner. Save my baby, that she may live a cleaner, sweeter life than have I; . and may she bring happiness: into the life of someone." A cabin door opened, and a stream of light, fell upon the golclen curls of the baby. Molly looked and gave a sigh of relief, and sank into the last, , long sleep. This baby came to bless the home of Silas Marner, an old man who had been out of, harmony with the world for years. —Leona Conshafter '24. —O-H-S— His skin is well tanked. (That's jaundice, don't weep.) -And his, eyes are so dreamy! (From too little sleep.) His hair is jet black ,('Tis dye makes it so.) And its lovely and wavey (Curl papers, you know.) His chest is so broad (All padded, just bluff.) And he's upright and manly (Coarse, vulgar and gruff.X Mv love is a model , He's unlike the rest (Your "love" is a fossil— : Young woman go West! !) THE MEANING OF THANKSGIVING To most of us, Thanksgiving day means an unusually delicious and bountiful dinner; after which of course the piper must be paid. We force ourselves to be blissfully ignorant of jithis penalty until the veryr .niomen'tt when it is first im¬pressed upon us, with the aid of strange sharp pains in the "tummy." In this day out of all the year, every¬one proves himself a true epicurean. During the feast there is a football game or a new play or some division equally alluring to look forward to. There are, in truth few of us who feel the true spirit of Thanksgiving. Sure- l}r deep in our heart of hearts, we all have a vague feeling of thanks; but most of us fail to ex¬press this feeling, to analyze it for the fineness and depth of the emo¬tion. For the fruit of our labors and self denials, for the glorious and plenteous gifts, great and small, from our Heavenly Father, for mere¬ly the fact that we are alive, let us be thankful! We envy our friends, we find our¬selves in the throes of brooding dis¬content. But if we are big enough and brave enough to weigh out the events of our own lives, most of us wrill find the sweet quite generously intermingled with the bitter mem¬ories. It is a wonderful day—Thanksgiv¬ing and means a splendid thing each year—a day in which all our family and friends gather 'round, as do a million other families with their friends and partake of a feast of Thanksgiving—a day in which we forget , all sorrows and discontent¬ment and express our heartfelt thanks with a blessed feeling of peace and content. Let us blot out just a little the visions of great fat turkeys, bulging with dressing and in place of pangs of anticipation at the sight of mince pies and all the "fixings," let us try to realize how thankful we should be and are, that we are some of the fortunate ones of this world. We become accustomed to our daily gifts, and blessings become so much a habit that we are all inclined to take them too much for granted. So this year let us celebrate the day for Thanksgiving in the way it was meant to be celebrated and pour forth from our full hearts, grateful thanks to our God—Lest we forget. —O-H-S— AN UNTAMED FORCE The long winding path came to an abrupt end. The hikers- were transfixed to the spot. The w7at.er, tossing .its hoary mane of frothy bubbles high into the air, went rush¬ing by them, as if with a fiendish desire to reach the bottom. The air seemed charged with the noise made by the water's wild tumult- , uous dash over the rocks. Every one instinctively drew back from the edge in fear of a fall into cool depth. Faces which had held the smile of rnopkery were humble.d before this display of God in nature; men who had openly boasted! that no beauty could make them praise were strangely silent before the terror of .the onward, ever onward flow of the rapid river. , Silence, after all, speaks loudest and in face of this* spectacle "meant praise'. No praises could be sung that could tell,of the beauty mingled with terror submerged like a ghost in the clear' , depth of the; raging torrent. ^ " —Isabella Carter, '23. The Ford Studio Photographers of Character & Charm 480 TWENTY-FOURTH STREET OGDEN, UTAH We Take the "if" Out of Gift Women choosing gifts for a man or men selecting one for another of his sex, can make no mistake here. Every article you choose would be the very merchandise the recipient would pick for himself. There are no "ifs" or doubts when buying here.. Shop early. Nye’s Mens and Boys’ Apparel In the Eccles building Ogden, Utah. CHRISTMAS Not So Far Away! BEGIN TO THINK OF What to give — and give Our Stock the once over J. S. Lewis & Co. JEWELERS