4. LESSON SEEN IN LINKS GAME Experiences in Sand Traps Resemble Difficulties of Life OGDEN HIGH SCHOOL NEWS Emily Merrill, Editor; Blaine Larsen, Associate Editor. The other night I overheard a man talking about golf. "I do all right on the greens," he said. "It is when I get in the sand holes that I get in trouble." How like life that is, I thought. When things are pleasant and run smoothly for us, we find we are doing all right. There is surely no hardship in driving the ball of life over the green, but, as soon as we hit a snag and find obstacles in our way that require work and sac¬rifices in order to be overcome, or in other words, as soon as we find ourselves in the sand hole, we be¬gin to frown and use words that won't be found in any dictionary. What funny things we human be¬ings are. If we would keep our nerves calm and our head clear, we'd probably get out of the pit in the first or second shot; but what can you expect? To fret and wail is human nature.—Barbara Clark. WE WONDER Who Olson's O. A. O. is? Why only a six-period day next year? If Paul and Dee realize that things in motion tend to remain in motion? Why Larson doesn't like to be called "Swedey pie?" —The Specta¬tor. SENIORS GONE When the bugle blew, and the school bell clanged, it seemed a quiet place. Half of the seats in the classrooms were vacant, and the life of those who remained was hard. They found that instead of only a few short questions, they had to do the work of the absent ones. And throughout the day we missed the faces of our senior friends. The reason? Senior Class day at the U. S. A. C. For the first time it was brought home to us just how great our loss next school year will be. None of the friends whom we looked up to will remain; in their place will be a horde of barbarians from the jun¬ior high schools, knowing nothing of our cherished traditions. True, it was hard for us, the jun¬iors, to take up life at O. H. S., but we wonder if it will not be just as hard to begin next year without the departed seniors. —Wayne Bun- dy. MODERN MONSTER In the good old days when grand¬mother was a girl the method of transportation was horse and bug¬gy. There was nothing particularly dangerous about that, and grand¬father could go along enjoying the scenery with one hand. Today, his grandchildren use machines. The machine, unlike the good old Dobbin, is something like a Fran¬kenstein. If the driver keeps his eye on the road, and his mind calm and sane, he will possess a piece of machinery whose use is of un-limited goodness, but as soon as he lets up, even a little, he has a monster whom he has set free to prey on an innocent world. The soft, deceptive purr of the monster makes his pulse beat and a thrill go down his spine. Before he realizes it, he is going so fast that his grandfath¬er's hair would have turned gray to think about it. Suddenly this reckless driver finds himself sitting on the clouds playing a harp or, perhaps he will be lucky enough to live to a ripe old age and die a natural death, but he finds that good old Saint Peter just won't let him through those pearly gates. He has a black mark on his record. Some person has been killed or crip¬pled because of him; so down he goes. Recently in assembly W. Harry Homer, president of the Weber county safety council for Ogden and John E. Velton gave talks on Safe¬ty week, which is now being observ¬ed. Safety week is a good idea, but why not hold Safety week all the year instead of just during the week of May 4 to 11? People can be kill¬ed any week.—Barbara Clark. ODE TO MOUNTAIN Iola Langford, one of our out¬standing poets, has kindly submit¬ted one of her poems for publica¬tion. It is entitled "Mighty Moun¬tain." The mountain rises to lofty heights And lifts its head above the clouds To peer on earth, now touched with red As dawn streaks through the mist. It plants its feet where blue lakes shine And spreads itself across the plains The zephyrs play about its feet And winds roar round its head. Between the white of its lofty crown And the green and bronze of its gown. The mountain flings a scarf of black That is formed by the timber line. Its robes are changed when day is done And the mists are brilliant hues. The green and brown are velvet black Against the sinking sun. When the curtains of the dreamy mist Yield it pleasant privacy Against the cushions of the night The mountain dreams all night. 5. CITY'S AFFAIRS TO BE HANDLED BY 13 YOUTHS Experience In Municipal Offices Awaits Ogden High Pupils OGDEN HIGH SCHOOL NEWS Emily Merrill, Editor; Blaine Larsen, Associate Editor. As a part of the Youth week pro¬gram, some 13 boys of Ogden High school will rule Ogden city Friday. They will be sworn in Thursday and will be given full powers as adminis¬trators Friday. Your city officials for Friday will be: Mayor, Dan Alsup; city commis¬sioners, Conrad Smith and George Lowe; auditor, Charles Patterson; city attorney, Scott Dye; city judge, Robert Buswell; chief of police, Wayne Bundy; chief of detectives, Jay King; desk sergeant, Blaine Larsen; traffic officers, Junior Bundy, Howard Merrill, Allan Shiveley: chief of fire department, Allen Nye. DELAYED REPORT. Although the student body ballots were counted last Thursday the committee in charge for some un-known reason failed to give pub¬licity to the results until Monday afternoon. The result was: Student body president, Don D. Olsen; vice president, Helen Abbott; secretary, Lamar Briggs. As Senior day is now passed, Boys' day is Friday and graduation day is the twenty-ninth, we are remind¬ed that the seniors will soon be leav¬ing us. The juniors are proud to have gone to school with such likeable students as all the seniors are this year and hope the students of the senior class will find as many friends out of school as they have made in school. We—the juniors of Ogden High school—realize we have a great re¬sponsibility falling onto our shoul-ders. We shall miss Dorothy's gay hello and Dick's voice calling for the assemly to come to order. We shall miss many of Ogden's best orators who have given lively cam¬paign speeches in the assemblies throughout the year. What will they be doing this time next year? Some of them may not | be in Ogden. Some may be at col¬lege; more may be working out of town. No matter where they are we hope they think often of this school as we will think often of the 1935 graduating class. May every one of the seniors of this year taste the sweetness of suc¬cess in whatever field followed.— Ruby Fronk.