THE O. H. S. TIGER, FEBRUARY, 1923. Page 3 LITERARY WHY GO TO EGYPT FOR ANCIENT BUILDINGS? If you are so unfortunate as not to have been able to visit the Ogden high school you have missed some- [ tiling in the form of an ancient and ; nationally famed piece of architec- i ture. Instead of journeying to Egypt why not journey up to Twenty-fifth and Monroe and see this ancient building? If your curiosity is not 1 satisfied with the view from the out¬side just step inside arrd gaze into the'marvelously norrow, dark, creaky hallways; then journey into the class rooms, here you will find antique [ carvings upon the furniture and see the old lighting system. Please take notice as you walk along how the building shakes and the windows ' rattle an entertainment for you. After you have inspected those t spots of interest, then go into the ' office and see the gallant fight Mr. Merrill and his assistants are making trying to make that antique room into an up-to-date office. From here walk upstairs and gaze into the great and ancient auditorium, gym room, s assembly hall, dance hall and any- thing-else-you-might-think-of c o m - hilled together. Here thousands of people have witnessed countless bat¬tle-; between the furious Tiger and Wild-cat. When you have learned this ancient history walk out upon the ! floor but be careful to pick up your feet or you will fall over one of the boards that have grown hump-back from old age and long service. Again | you will notice that thfe windows play [ you a march as you wolk along. Here again the splendid old lighting system will hold you spell bound. When you have broken this charm then proceed into the hall. If you are lucky enough to be in the hall at the time the stu¬dents are going to and from their classes you will see the ancient and marvelous way they get by one an¬other in those dark and wonderfully f narrow halls. W^hen you get to your > destination you are several pounds lighter, and no fat dieting is needed. When you have seen this feature of the building walk down the stairs and go out into the commodious campus this ancient and remarkable piece of ingineering is used for track work, football scrimage, and all such stunts. Here again you will see the very old system and wonder how such an antiquated system can turn out the renowned athletes they turn out at the Ogden high. On your way to the front again, drop into the athletic room, view the R, C. tiling and the ancient shower apperatus. Notice also the wonder¬ful arrangement of the room. So I beseech you, people of Ogden, to get acquainted with the wonder of your home town. We travel far to see the glories of Greece and Rome, or even historical land marks in our own home land. How eagerly we scan each day's paper for new dis¬coveries brought to light in the ex¬cavating of ancient Egypt! But these antiquities buried in our old high school, if brought to light would surpass the tombs of Egypt. I am reliably informed that the Harvard school of archaeology has become interested in the find and expects to send out an excavating party in the near future. The task is so huge and costly that they are having some trouble in financing the expedition, but the latest reports inform us that the expedition will be financed by spring. —"Bob" Brady. MISS BLANCHE WALBERG RESIGNS STUDENT BODY POSITION The Ogden high school will lose one of its best friends and students when Miss Blanche Walberg leaves for California. Miss Walberg was student body secretary and resigned her position last week. Not only will the high school lose a good student body officer, but a wonderful singer. We will no longer be fortunate enough to hear Miss Walberg sing at our assemblies. There will be something lacking in our assembly programs. We hope that Miss Walberg will meet with success in her new home and we are very envious of the school she attends in California. Good bye and good luck, Blanche! ON PARADE "What makes you look so white, so white," Said Eddy on parade. "The inspector's comin, the inspect¬or's comin," The gallant corporal said. "What makes you drop your face, your face," Said Eddy on parade. "It isn't clean, it isn't clean," The gallant corporal said. "What makes you shuffle your shoes, your shoes," Said Eddy on parade. "They need some shine, they need some shine," The gallant corporal said. "What makes you turn so red, so red," Said Eddy on parade. "It's my turn next, it's my turn next," The gallant corporal said. —Louis Swensen. —O-H-S— THE VOICE OF NIGHT The stars on high are sparkling tenderly The lulling stream winds slowly o'er the lea, The night birds moan and call so wearily, The whole world seems to lend me sympathy. The night breeze sighs so fretfully, The pine boughs bend and whisper willingly, The coyotes distant, yell so hungerly. The cocks first crow is made so lustily, The rosy morning will break so beautifully The stars so faintly die away in mystery, The sun creeps o'er the hills in majesty, It easily brings a faith so heavenly. I once would toss and roll in misery, I once lost faith in all so tearfully, I had it then brought back by night to me, I heard a voice that sent me up to Thee. —Lila Coy. —O-H-S— THE GARDEN OF DREAMS I love to walk in the garden of dreams And watch the lights on the fountain spray. Many wonderful visions come to fne there Of the land I will see some day. There the south winds bring wonder- ous scents, Of herbs and plants far away, Until my soul seems to leave me, and go To the land of Eternal Day. But I must come back from the Garden of Dreams And take up my cross once more, Conscience tells me of the task un¬done, and studies I neglect while I soar. —Helen Neal. "Aviator Bandits Terrorize Coun¬try."—Headline. Picking air pockets, we suppose. Historical facts: It was quite a re¬lief for Eve to change her clothes. Mr. Leigh: "They say the first man was found in India." T. Jost: "Yea. Who found him?" Fond Aunt: "Are you mamma's boy or pappa's boy?" Little Guy: "That's for the courts to decide." THE FOUNTAIN IN LESTER PARK Under the tall box elder trees, A well-known fountain stands, And as I pass it always seems To extend its welcoming hands. Its iron frame once painted red Has since been coated green And it in turn has been replaced By one of silver sheen. When arclights dance across the snow, And shadows gently creep, Like ancient pyramid aglow, The fountain, watch doth keep. And birds that sing the livelong day In leafy trees nearby, Partake of this refreshing spray When summer days are nigh. And children coming home from school Whene'er their tasks are o'er. Delight to drink the water cool, No draught could please them more. God bless the man who placed it there, What gift could be more kind, Than that which gives refreshment To birds and all mankind? —Lucile Bryant. —O-H-S— THE MERMAID The days are growing longer The stars no longer shine, I look out of my window But no sunshine con I find, I look into the distance But no one can I see. By my sweetheart I'm deserted He has left me by the sea. I seem to hear him calling, But no one can I see. He's gone, he's gone and left me, And I'll stay here by the sea. The fish go swimming by me, The waves whisper low, The oysters sing a lullaby And the crabs crawl around just so. I'll fall into the sea below And there I'll ever stay I will be a fair mermaid And keep them company. —Jessie Lockhead. —O-H-S— THE RIDICULOUS TO THE SUBLIME Tragedy is sometimes ridiculous; near-tragedy often is laughable—to some people. It wasn't in our case. Last summer Alice had one of her week-end parties prove all but dis- asterous. In fact I have hardly gotten over it yet. And it all happened on a beautiful Sunday morning. The four of us, Alice, Bob, Lew and I, went on a still hunt for* riding horses—in Daller's car. Bob should have been at the wheel, but Alice was; that's the reason there is a story to tell. No horses, however, were to be fyad that day, so we ac¬cepted the inevitable substitute of automobile. Gayly we traversed the country roads, marveling at the scen¬ery, the weather, and each other, in turn. Finally we turned the engine homeward|—and then! Alice accident¬ally forgot she was chauffeuress, and took her attention, for a second, off the- road. As it often happens, there were telephone poles in a row on one side of the road; the side we were on. And in this particular case, this par¬ticular pole was a giant. Alice saw it when her eyes returned to the road —or rather the ground in front of the car, which was a little off the beaten trail. Slam, jam! she pushed her brake; a quick turn she gave her steering wheel and just about two seconds later I was picking myself up from the earth about ten feet from the mottled body of that sedan. We surely presented a pitiful spec¬tacle—-the battered remnants of car and youth intermingled. There lay Bob on at least a thousand nails— there I staggered, my good life's blood gushing from my wounded face; Lew and Alice? O they were merely pinned underneath the car. Somebody got us home, a bedrag¬gled group. Yet by some miracle, not a bone was broken; no one was the mass of pulp he might have been. The car? They got a new one. Us? We got well. And they never even put it in the newspaper! —O-H-S— THE TREE The autumn light is sinking in the west, It is pink like the summer sun, But its rays, so cold and clear, are gone, long Before my daily work is done. The sky grows dark and cold and grey, but far Away, black trees against a pearly sky Seems like a lacy pattern made by God, To please our hearts as we pass by. It is dusk and I hurry onward, lest The opaque night should overtake me, And on my way, I glimpse amidst the gloom, A tall and lonely poplar tree. It is bare and black, like a long- gone ghost, And ravaged by the winds and rains; In little mounds around its base, the dry leaves lie To guard the life that it contains. It towers toward the murky arch above, Its roots are buried in the sod, But its arms are lifted up to heaven In mute thanksgiving unto God. Thanking Him for boundless gifts, gifts of joy. His gifts that we would never miss; For summer's gently breeze, the winter's rest, The life of spring with its welcome kiss. For all these unseen things and many more, The tree is lost in humble prayer. Prayer to the hold creator, for love And hope and the world's daily care. —Vera Jones. —O-H-S— Cub: "Is the editor particular?" Star: "Hell yes. He raves if he sees a period upside down." Headline—"Lightning Knocks a Man Out of Bed." We suppose he said, "All right dear, I'll get right up." Fair Young Thing (visiting the farm): "Why are those bees flying around so frantically?" Weary Farmer: "I guess it's be¬cause they have the hives, lady." Atwell W.: "Myrene and Vir¬ginia are thick, aren't they?" Mac Boyd: "I only know Mike." Victim (in soft drink bay): "Horses neck, waiter." Waiter: "Do they?" Clerk: "This book will do half your work." Student: "Gimme two—quick." Soph (at lab): "Say, the gas is leaking from this tank." Barrett (busily engaged): "And you come to me about it? Get some putty and plug it. Use your head, boy, use your head." Printing for all occasions at DEE Practical Printer BRAMWELL'S For All SCHOO SUPPLIES Greatest Assortment — Lowest Prices