THE O. H. S. TIGER, MONDAY, APIL 23, 1923 Page 3 LITERARY WHY WE NEED A NEW SCHOOL When in the course of human events a school becomes so crowded that one inch of standing room is allotted each pupil it is time to dis¬solve our long standing affection for the old building and erect a new one. We are experiencing just such a condition in our Ogden High School at the present time. The school was planned to accomodate about 750 students; we have nearly 1200 in it. This may not seem so bad to an im¬migrant family of 20 persons who rat, sleep, and live in a tiny five by nine room; but we are not immi¬grants. We are full-fledged Ameri¬can born students with a desire to pursue life, liberty, and happiness in our school. When men and women have to work under adverse condi¬tions. in factories or shops they usually change the condition through I the agency of strikes. As our schools [ are shops for turning out citizens, we i contend that if pupils are working ! under bad conditions fthey have the right to strike, also. 11 the members of the Board of Educa tion would condescend to visit ' this school between classes. I am sure they would all pull strongly for a more spacious structure. If you are uncertain, try it yourself. Between classes the halls take on the appear¬ance of a bargain counter rush. You are obliged to fight your way from one room to another, Sometimes you gain twenty yards before the mob s<>( your advance and downs you. Other times you gain inch by inch. Lucky is the person who goes the entire day without losing his Latin leader,- bottle of ink, or all his loose change, in this march and counter-march of the twelve hundred. Polite¬ness is never bothered by those in the halls. If someone steps on your pe corn, don't expect an apology. Don't even 'stop to nurse the injured member, go right on or you may get pushed down from behind and used a.i a carpet. On the other hand, if you knock someone out, don't turn to make yur regrets or the other per- is like to die of heart failure. As to the construction of the I school. Our class rooms are poorly ventilated and lighted, our desks are artistically decorated with initials and ^cratches. The rooms are old-fash- ioned and ugly. Of course the build¬ing looks all right from the outside btu its beauty is only brick deep, so to speak. Those bricks serve as a blind to conditions within. The halls or rather tunnels, the warped, rick- ty narrow stairs are masked by those bland blood-red bricks. Next we turn our admiring eyes on our auditorium. Isn't it magnifi¬cent? We are kindly allowed in the gymnasium, which is far too small. We have not permanent plush lined seats but are allotted those nuisances known as folding chairs. Ogden High has been severely criticized for the disorder in assemblies, but it is ut¬terly impossible to hear the speaker in the re:ir of the room so the pro¬m-am soon grows very tiresome es¬pecially in those uncomfortable seats. This hall is even a poor makeshift for a gymnasium. It is merely a room with a basket at each end— nothing more or less. It contains no conveniences, no swimming pool— nothing that should accompany a gym¬nasium. We have one of the poorest build¬ings in the state, all things consid¬ered.. And our city is one of the largest! We should have schools to correspond with our population. The taxpayers of Ogden say that they cannot afford a new High School. They have built new built new Junior Highs where conditions were not any worse than they are up at High. I suppose they think that older and larger persons require much less room. Next year Weber will turn out her Sophomores; then, where i 11 we be? If we got to school it will be to an open air school unless the citizens of Ogden give us a New High School. —Florence Brown. —O-H-S— WINTER AND SPRING Will winter ne'er be over? Will dark days never go? Must the butter cup and the clover Be always under the snow? Oh! lend be your little ear, love To tell-of a beautiful thing The happiest month of the year, love Is the one that is nearest to spring. —Earl Murray. —O-H-S— TO THE SPIRIT OF THE WEST "Out among the big things— The mountains and the plains— An hour ain't important, Nor are the hour's gains. The feller in the city Is hurried night and day, But out among the big things He learns the calmer way." "Out among the big things— The skies that never end— To lose a day ain't nothin'. The days are here to spend. So why not give 'em freely, Enjoyin? as we go? I somehow can't "help thinkin' The good Lord meant life so." . —O-H-S— THERE IS A PLACE FOR EVERYTHING The kettle sets upon the stove The cat upon the chair You ask me why I know all this I say, "I put them there." I set the cat upon the stove The kettle on the chair The kettle dumb with horror sits And hears my kitty swear. "There is a place for everything" My grandma used to say I rather think I've proven here It's just the same today. In finding out this truthful gem To agree you'll not forbear The kettle should be on the stove The cat upon a chair. —W. A. G. '24. —O-H-S— A SENIOR FAREWELL In a few more weeks we, the mem¬bers of the Senior Class, set out to take the burden of life outside the Ogden High School. We begin to realize how much this school meant to us; how we shall miss the asso¬ciation and fellowship that the school affords. We begin to realize more than ever the value of the training we have received here. We couldn't fully appreciate that value when we were in the lower classes. We con¬sidered school the same as the under¬classmen of today do—a bore—and that we should be glad when it was over. But now that the time has come, when it is nearly over for us, we are possessed of a feeling of lone¬liness, of longing of something last. We realize fully now what an educa¬tion will mean to us in after life. We know that the only persons who can succeed in life in this twentieth cen¬tury are those who have an educa¬tion and that we had the chance to take our school work over _ again, we would make much out of it. Members of the under classes, stay in school! Study harder and get all you can out of your high school training. Your future success de¬pends upon it. The members of the Senior class know from their own bitter exper¬iences how much easier their college entrance examinations would be if they had studied harder. STUDY, and appreciate the training you are getting here. To you we, the grad¬uating class, pass on the good name of the school, the successes in ath¬letics, and the honor of the school. May you carry this obligation with distinction and to the glory of our Alma Mater. —L. C. Z. —O-H-S— THE SHEIK Out in the cool and starlit night Ahmed Ben Hostein rode. Behind him flapped his robe of white He was galloping toward his abode. Faster and faster went his horse And higher his spirits rose He thrilled in the night with excite¬ment rare From his head to the tip of his toes. He looked at the moon and stars above And then at the desert sand Then twice behind him and all around There was darkness on every hand. Then faster he urged his well-bred steed Far behind him he heard a sound He must reach his tent before the dawn Or dead on the desert be found. So closer he held the limp form to him now He looked down on her beautiful face He must hurry fof if they caught up to him, He must forfeit this girl in the race. Life was too sweet to be les.ving it now "Go faster! Go faster!" he cried He kicked off his boots to make lighter the weight He'd not forfeit the girl in the ride! The hoof beats came closer, and plainer he heard The a runr in.p, horses behind. If his steed could just race for one hour more Then everything else would be ! fine. So on in the cool and starlit night Ahmed Ben Hostein rode Behind him flapped his robe of white He was racing toward his abode. "The tents I see yonder! Go faster my steed! There's hardly a mile yet to cov¬er. If we win this race, and I think we will, I promise you never another! "Mon Dieu!" he cried, "no longer alone! No longer alone will I be For now I have won this beautiful girl To live all her life with me!" —Violet Letts. —O-H-S— "Rastus, you-all reminds me of one of dese flyin, machines." "Cause I'se a high-flyer, Mandy?" Mandy—"No; 'cause you aint' no good on earth." VALUES Old Hiram Hucksmith makes and sells green wagons with red wheels; and merry as a string of bells in his old age he feels. For over all the countryside his wagons have their fame, and Hiram sees, with whole¬some pride, the vestige of his name. He always tell his men: "By jings, my output must be good! Don't ever use dishonest things—no wormy steel or wood; use nothing but the choicest oak, use silver mounted tacks, and every hub and every spoke must be sound as wax. I want the men who buy my carts to advertise them well; I do not wish to break the hearts of folks to whom I sell." The farmers bought those wagons green, with wheels of sparkling red, and worked them up and down, I ween, and of them ofter said: "You cannot bust or wear them out, and if you'd break their holt, you'd have to have a waterspout or full-sized thunderbolt. The way they hang to- gether's strange, they ought to break but won't; most earthly things decay or change, but these blamed wagons don't." Old Hiram's heart with rapture thrilled, to hear that sort of stuff; he worked and worked but couldn't build his wagons fast enough. Now he lives on Easy Street, most hon¬ored of all men who toddle down our village street, and then back up again. Old Jabez Jenkings long has made blue wagons with pink spokes, and once he had a goodly trade, among the farmer folks. With pride his bosom did not swell; he knew not to aspire; to get up wagons that would sell—that was bis one desire And so he made the wheels of pine, where rosewood should have been, and counted on painting fine, to hide the faults within. And often when this sad old top I was toiling in his shed, a customer would seek his shop and deftly punch his head. Wherever Jenking's wag¬ons went, disaster with them flew; the tires came off, the axles bent; the kingbolts broke in two. You'd see the farmers standing guard above their ruined loads, and stringing language by the yard that fairly scorched the roads. This Jenkings now is old and worn; his business is decayed; and he can only sit and mourn o'er dizzy breaks he made. Old Hiram's plan should suit all men who climb Trade's rugged hill. Give value for fhs shining coin you put into your till. —O-H-S— PRINTING FOR ALL OCCASIONS At DEE Practical Printer EAGLE GROCERY John Rimer Prop. LUNCHES SCHOOL SUPPLIES Everything for High School Students Trade Across the Street THE LARGEST SPORTING GOODS STORE IN THE WEST Everything for Every Sport for Every Season BROWNING BROS.