Editorial—Continued the connections which the "student body" wants. If we get the right man, we can make Ogden High School a "big¬ger, better place than it has ever been before. We can easily see that we must be careful when we give a person the right to say " I am " before we have carefully considered his application and his experience! Ida Rose langford. Reflection How quiet the school when all are gone and halls are empty of their surging mass! The ringing sound of babbling tongues is vanished, and echoes sing uninterruptedly through¬out the school. Only a skeleton re¬mains; the hulk of a body once living in din of joy and happiness. The air is dead and likewise, the school. Gone the footsteps resounding over the floors; gone the hastening hum¬anity that hastens nowhere. Though it stands in the sunlieht, reflect¬ing the beauty of its exterior, the soul is dead. The hurrying life that lived within is gone. I reflect, and the thought strikes me—how- quiet the school when all are gone! Stomo Ochi. Teacher: "You shouldn't say, 'That pencil is mine'." Student: "Maybe not, but I mean to keep it until somebody claims it." The lights were dim, the cur¬tain down and two on the settee: Boy: "Does your mother object to kissing?" Girl: (Jealously) "Do you want to ring in the whole family?" Lecturer: "Three thousand four hundred and twenty six ele¬phants were needed last year to make billiard balls. Now are there any questions?" HeckIer: " Yes , how do they train the beasts to do such del¬icate work?" Here lies the body of Susan Jones, Resting beneath these polished stones, Her name was Brown instead of Jones, But Brown won't rhyme with polished stone, And she won't know if it's Brown or Jones. Ham: "Say, Jim, I've got a lot of electricity in my hair." Jim: "Why not? Isn't it connected to a dry cell?" Clerk: "This book will do half of your work for you." Student: "Fine! I'll take two, please." Doris: "May I have another piece of candy?" Father: "You'll burst if you do." Doris: "Well, pass the candy and everyone stand back." John: "Can you tell a fel¬low how to teach a girl to swim?" Glen: "Oh, you go up to her gentle like, lead her gently down to the water, put your arm gently around her waist--" John: "Oh, go on, she's my sister." Glen: "Your sister? Well shove her in." A foot on the brake is worth two in the grave.