LeConte Stewart have all heard about Mr. Stewart's forthcoming position at the University, and we're all cheering for him. Now that we're going to lose him, we might just as well find out something about the facts behind the case. In the first place, Mr. Stewart is re turning to his old Alma Mater. He attended the University years ago and now he is taking the place of MR. A. B. Wright under whom he studied while at the University. It's a rare opportunity, and we're certainly glad it fell into Mr. Stewart's hands. After graduating from the "U", he went to New York and studied. He was there two seasons. During the summers he attended a landscaping school in the Catskill Mountains which, according to Mr. Stewart, was probably one of the first of its kind. His aim was to be an artist and it seems he is at last reach¬ing a high point in his career. "I liked the smell of paint I guess," said Mr. Stewart when refering to his ambition and how he was attracted to it. After returning to Utah, he became supervisor of the art department at Davis County High. The next high point in his career is when he went to Hawaii to supervise the decorating of the Mormon Temple that was being built there. He did similiar work in the temples of Canada and in Arizona. After returning from Canada, he taught at East High one year. He then came to Ogden and He's been here sixteen years. It seems that East High certainly lost, that time! LeConte Stewart I'm certain we'll all miss Mr. Stewart, because not only has he been a superior teacher, but also a friend of the students. The question is: "How will we ever replace him to any degree of satisfaction?" When interviewed as to how he feels about leaving Ogden, he states: "Although I am pleased to be of great service to the state, at the same time Ogden is home to me, for after all these years I feel like a native." To one of his classes he remarked, "I don't like to leave Ogden because of the pretty girls." But it was all in fun (even if it is true). Good Luck, Mr. Stewart, and we'll see you at the "U". Ida Rose Langford HAWAII IN APRIL To the dreamy soft music we swayed, the two of us, beneath a Hawaiian moon. Behind us stretched th e sea, rolling' undulating grace¬fully as if it too, were soothed by the notes beneath the silvered sky. It was the month of Aoril and the plants were fresh with chlorophyll, fragrant with perfume, moist with dew. I held her close to me, for she was precious; I danced in another world, a vague world of happiness. I gazed into her eyes so beloving, so confident. She was be ant iful very beautiful that night.