CLEANLINESS AND GODLINESS This week we are especially asked to "clean up." Some one remarks facetiously, "Don't forget the dark spot back of your ears." It isn't, however, so much a matter of personal cleanliness, physical or moral, that is urged —however proper and seasonable, these may be at all times—but more particularly "cleaning up about our homes, our school grounds, our city." Wherever one looks these days he sees much evi¬dence of clearing of refuse, rub¬bish and of a general tidying up. Tt seemy good to get out in the back yard, and , help to give the spring flowers a chance to cojno up, blossom and fill te air with fragrance. We think there is something radically wrong with the person who does not delight in a little raking, and picking up and tidying up about the premises. It only adds joy to the labor to know that it is a community project and that all our neigh-bors are doing the same thing that we. are. . The "clean-up week" is really a very worth-while affair, in which every citizen of Ogden may- well enlist his services. Now, too, is the time for the- planting of flowers. and of the making of a more beautiful Ogden. Yes, let's clean up and scent up, for is not cleanliness next to Godliness, .and is not beauty the mark that God has set up on virtue? EYE SORES Wouldn't this be a seasonable time, too, for every man, woman and child in Ogden to highly re¬solve that they will cease to scat¬ter litter and to banish the "eye sores" of every street, nook, cran- ney, alley that now mark our City! Perhaps most conspicuous of all are the surroundings of every grocery store, refreshment stand, drug store, located outside of the business district. In the congest¬ed district the condition is tol¬erable, but outside of the business district the conditions are intol¬erable. From the doorstep of every such establishment out for a hundred yards or more in each direction there are paper bags, gum wrappers, bar cartons, bits of wrapping paper which the pur¬chasers have thrown down as they leave the premises. If people will persist in being so untidy and slovenly we have often wondered if the city should not compel tn§~ owner of the establishment to pick up and clean up after his pat¬rons, or hire some one to do the job for him. The condition is very annoying to residents of the district and should be remedied. MOUNTAIN FANCIES I never look at the mountains but that I have a feeling of awe —of wonder. I have lived near them so long that they have be¬come a part of my existence. But I cannot regard them casually, as my neighbors do. These moun¬tains are so old and so constant and yet so ever new. Sometimes they are grey, stoney-eyed and tight-lipped; Puritan sort of peo-ple. Again they surprise with their fickleness. Some mornings they greet me as gay and capri¬cious as a young girl. I delight in the various moods of the mountains. Their solemnity and rectitude are comforting and reassuring and teach me a pa¬tience and "the sermons in stones." The carefree" "moods are hi'ost de- lightful. Some wornings I wake to find the mountains golden- haired maidens with dresses of cobwebby mists, marvelously tinted. They are ready to stroll up and down their garden paths with the sunshine in their hair, laugh¬ter in their eyes, and the music of a waking world about them. At night when I go home from work, I catch a glimpse of moun¬tains also patiently waiting the sun's dismissal. At twilight they possess an un- fathomed beauty. It is useless to attempt to tell the mysterious effect of the mountain twilight. Only those who know the moun¬tains fell the magic spell. In this mysterious hour they taunt you with their : secrets, hold- you spell-bound with their beauty, and leave you with a strange sort of peace in ybur soul. Suddenly darkness shuts "down, and night covers the life in - the great drama of the hills. From the city at night the mountains are dark-haired maid¬ens with stars in their hair, who wear silver dresses. The" moon smiles down at, them as they breathlessly listen to the tune the lovers of the world play—the low sweet, plaintive tones of the wind in the trees. To a stranger in the mountains, the night is filled with disturbing sounds and panicky fears, but to others there is a sense of peace in the quiet; a comfort in the companionship of the trees, and the restful assurance the kindly night hides all scars. —Dorothy Wheelwright. OGDEN H April 15 A SOLDIER TO A TREE. How often when I basked beneath thy shade mighty monarch, calm, majestic, stern, My groping spirit, broken, sought to learn Thy secret; to invoke thy sover¬eign aid, To give me power to face my foes anew, Restpre my courage, though my strength be spent, To make me fearless though my will be bent, To carry on—my weakened faith renew— thanked God for a symbol such as thee, A tower of strength and true fi¬delity. A monument to love of truth and right, Unalterable, unchanged by human might, Which fills my spirit now with peace serene; For what'er may cornel know my soul is clean. —Virginia Anderson. ARBOR DAY. This is Arbor day—tree day. Like every day, it has its history. J. Sterling Morton is the father of Arbor day. This man induced the people of Nebraska to set apart April 10, 1872, as a tree- , planting day. He induced the Ag¬ricultural society to offer a num¬ber of prizes to the organizations properly planting the largest num¬ber of trees. The first prize was $100. Such an interest was awak¬ened that more than a million trees were planted in Nebraska on that first Arbor day. As a con¬sequence of that and subsequent favorable legislation, Nebraska has become quite famous as a state whose cities, towns, coun¬try places are adorned with beau¬tiful trees. During the 16 suc¬ceeding years it is said there were more than three hundred and fifty million trees and vines planted in that state. JUNIOR PROM. Great preparations are being made for the annual Junior prom, which will be given on April 22, in the Berthana hall. The Juniors are energetically striving to make this dance the success of the year. The decorative scheme this year is entirely unique. It will carry out the mysticism of Arabia and promises to breath an atmosphere of beauty that will be unrivaled. With Paul Skeen, the president of the Juniors, those in charge are: Kathryn Greenwell, decora¬tions; Bernice Thorstensen, pro¬grams; Marjorie Kelly, invita¬tions; Ralph Roberts, tickets; Tom Broadbent, advertising, and Virginia Morton, refreshments. NOT NATIONAL DAY. Many people think Arbor day is a national day—some even think that it is a national holi-day. It is neither; the mere fact is that many states and even provinces of Canada have fol¬lowed Nebraska's example and have adopted the custom of set¬ting apart a day annually for tlie planting of trees. The day oc¬curs on various dates in the sev¬eral states. A CLOSE CONTEST. Ogden staged a very close ora¬torical contest on Wednesday afternoon when Emerson Thatch¬er, Virginia Nicholas, Margaret Schmalz, Philip Finkelstein, Frank Rose, Wilma Bailey and Clifford Fretwell contended for places on the school team to participate in the Lewis contest. Prof. Harvey Taylor of Weber acted as judge and, after the con¬test, declared there were not 10 points difference between the highest and lowest grade. Philip Finkelstein and Frank Bose were given first and second places, respectively. A TREE. Perhaps the best known poem on the subject of trees is this well-known and beautiful poem by Joyce Kilmer: 1 think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's most flowing- breast. A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray. A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in hr hair. Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me Only God can make a tree. THE LEWIS CONTEST. The Lewis oratorical contest will take place on Wednesday eve¬ning next at 8 o'clock. Ogden, Box Elder and Davis High schools will each enter two speakers. The winning school gets the trophy cup for a year. The win¬ning speaker gets a $50 gold watch and the second speaker gets a beautiful gold pin. A BOUQUET. This story is going the rounds: A high school girl lay dying. She penned these last words: Tell my teachers, when I'm dead That they should shed no tears. For though I'm dead, I'm no more dead Than they have been for years. BOOKS. We aim to introduce to the minds of students the best books of the ages so that they may never want for good company. Anyone who will read intelli¬gently on any subject an hour a day for five years may come to be an authority on that subject. Books are but waste paper un¬less we spend in action the wis¬dom we extract from our read¬ing. No entertainment is so cheap as reading, nor any pleasure so lasting. Books are light houses on the great sea of time. "Some books are to be tasted; Others swallowed; And some few to be chewed and digested." Select the few. A DEBATE. Wednesday night marked the meeting of the I-Wannan-O club at the home of Ed Smith. The club went through its usual pre¬liminaries of main business which is usually an object of inquiry to most of the members. After the main business the Members were entertained by a debate which was, "Resolved: That chem¬ical warfare should be abolished." The affirmative was upheld by Jim Elder and Spencer Walker and the negative by Walter Slater and Willion Johns. Club members were the judges and Mr. Smith was chairman. The decision went to the negative by a vote of five to four. This marks the beginning of a series of debates to be held in the club on scientific sub¬jects. It was not all in the proper form of debating but, according to the club, the argument was clear and hotly contested. A num¬ber of the members who were skilled in debating offered some good criticisms. Following the decision of the judges on the de¬bate we ate. Yes, pie. We're I going strong and our next event is a "?" party, Friday night. Watch our smoke. Spencer Walker, Secretary. THE THANK YOU GIRL. Some time ago the telephone girl began to say "thank you" every time one called a number. At first it struck everybody as rather odd. We thought it strange that one should thank us when we asked them a favor. Now we are used to it and we must con¬fess that we like it. It is good business. It saves time; it creates fine spirit and attitude. Experience shows that if tele¬phone users do not take up the phone with a groucn, that many show irritability and temper very readily if perchance they do not get the operator or party at once. The "thank you" prevents this. It makes everybody feel better, cheerier. It pays. The girl who first suggested the "thank you" deserves the thanks of all tele¬phone users. Let's try more of it in school life. "Thank you." GORGON'S PEDAGOGY. The great secret of good man¬agement is to be more alert to prevent a man's going wrong, than eager to punish him for it. Criminal carelessness is a bad thing, but the carelessness that makes criminals is worse. A man »who is fundamentally honest is relieved instead of ag¬grieved by having proper checks on his handling of funds. You can't afford to give your men a real grievance, no matter how small it is: for a man who's got nothing to occupy him but i his work can accomplish twice as 1 much as one who is busy with his work and his grievance. The world is full of fellows who could take the energy which they put into the useless cussing of their men and double their busi¬ness with it. Almost any scheme which ad¬vertises that it will make small investors rich quick is like one of those Yellowstone geysers that spouts straight up from Hades with a boom and a roar—it's bound to return to its native brimstone sooner or later, leaving nothing behind but a little smoke —and a smell of burned money— your money. EDUCATION. The following dialog is said to have taken place between Alcibiades and Socrates: Teacher, how shall I become educated? Socrates asked, what can you do? Can you drive a mule to the top of the Acropolis, carrying one of those shiny blocks of marble to be placed in the Parthenon? "Oh, no, the muleteer does that." "Can you drive a chariot?" "Oh, no, the charioteer does that." "Can you carve a statue?" "Oh, no, we have them carved for us." "Can you cook your dinner?" ''Oh, no, our cooks do that." Then Socrates said, "Is it not strange Acibiades, that your father should give his humblest servant a better education than he gives his son?"