40 PAGE OF LOST DIARY. Another examination, Diary, and I am about dead—from cram¬ming. I go home at night, eat; study and sleep, get up, go to school, study, eat and'sleep. Ttn»:g<t dear teachefs sura know how to give the keen tests—especially Mrs. Newcomb and Mrs. Cham¬bers. I went into class today and I almost didn't stay but then T wanted the teacher to gain the bene .It of my intellect so I stayed and got a D—ain't that fierce? Why, I think it's just awful that these teachers can't take a little bit for granted. They know as well as I do that I know that I know, but they don't know that I know that I know. I know a lot more than they think I know though—even if it dossn't pertain to school. If I ever go to college I sure will graduate at the head of the class. My class will be known as the D. I. U. (stands for Dishwashers' Incorporated Union). I already have an offer to go to Stanford, but I don't think I will take it because I am going to get out of high school first. By the way, I was telling you about the examinations, wasn't I? Well, to make along story short, this is the end of the semester and the finals are sure final where I am con¬cerned. I'm terribly afraid that dear old Ogden High school is go¬ing to see a lot more of me—next year. Farewell, eld Diary—I go to another death. GIRLS' ASSOCIATION. Ogden High Jan 2 ISLAND OF MY DREAMS A dream is like a spider's web, So delicate, such loveliness Surrounding the weary spider With a shroud of mysticness. A dream is light and airy; A dream is full of filminess, A golden lazy haze, A soothing nothingness. A dream is all that's vague, Filled with sleepy languidness. i A something, far away From earthly weariness. Across an angry sea Tossed high on billows, seems ! To be a dock, an anchor, And the Island of My Dreams. —LUCILE McFARLANE. DOPE UPSET All Brigham City people and some Ogden people thought Box Elder would win the game easily. The team furnished a big surprise for all such, and ecstatic joy for hundreds of Ogden people. We believe no Tiger team has ever put up a prettier defense than our team did Friday night. The teams were well matched and the game was full of thrills; victory ridds much zest to the games that aft' to follow. NEW WORK TODAY The new semester opened aus¬piciously today and although many- new classes were organized and a few new students were enrolled, regular class work was carried on throughout the school. It seems impossible that the peak of all the school year has been passed and we are now rolling down the incline toward the end of the school year. GOING TO SALT LAKE Tomorrow morning the O. H. S. band will journey to Salt Lake to play for the American National Livestock association, which is holding a convention there. The boys are scheduled to play at the Hotel Utah at 0:30 o'clock. Thus again O. H. S. and Ogden will get some favorable advertis¬ing throughout the nation. We believe that there is no better school band in the United States today than ours and we are very proud to have it represent us. TO ANNAPOLIS "Bob" Craven has been appcinten first alternate by Representative Don B. Coition to Annapolis. It is believed that July 1 will see Bob established in the great na¬val school; his credentials were forwarded today. HIGH MARKS Miss Blanche Coray '25 is doing very fine work at the University of Utah. Blanche was one of three to make a grade of A in chem¬istry the first semester. Of course. Miss Coray was the only girl to get such a grade. BOOK EXCHANGE Messrs. Frank Rose and Wayne Fisher are operating a second¬hand bookstore these days in order to accommodate students who wish to get text books at a nom¬inal price. A SUGGESTION We have spoken several times in the notes on the high cost of text books. The board of edu¬cation aims to furnish books at cost, but even at that the buying of all the books required amounts to a considerable sum. The book lasts but a semester or so and then is practically valueless to the student. We should like to sug¬gest that the board take steps to¬ward a plan of renting books in¬stead of selling them. We believe this would result in an immense saving. How, for instance, would not a ^>lan like this work: Let the student pay 30 per cent of the value of a book the first year, or semester, 30 per cent the second and then 20 per cent the two years following. One can safely count on a text serving four different students for what it now costs one. TEACHER IMPROVING Word comes from Willard that Miss Hubbard, instructor in Eng¬lish, is feeling quite well now and is rapidly regaining her strength. She will be back at her work on Monday next. GORGON'S PEDAGOGY Fighting the devil with fire is all foolishness, because that's the one weapon with which his more expert than anyone else. I usual¬ly find that it'3 pretty good policy to oppose suspicion with candor, foxiness with openness, indiffer¬ence with earnestness. When you deal squarely with a crooked man you scare him to death, because he thinks you're springing some new and extra deep game on him. It's been my experience that you've got to have leisure to be unhappy. Half the troubles in the world are imaginary and it takes time to think them up. You can ride three miles on the trolley car to the stockyards every morning and find happiness at the end of the trip, but you may chase it all over the world in a steam yacht without catching up with it. There are two kinds of discon¬tent in this vorll—the discontent that Avorks and the discontent that Avrings its hands. The first gets what it wants, and the second loses what it has. FORTY-FIRST PAGE OF THE LOST DIARY Well, Diary, we had an assem¬bly Friday and it Avas a peach. Glen Burt sure knows his onions, and his yells, too. for that matter. Wade Stevens played us a couple of swell pieces on the piano. His mamma named him just right— he sure "Wades" into the keys. Al Warden gave us a peach, too. He praised Coach Dixon Kapple to the skies. Poor Dix sat there and blushed and grinned, and blushed again. Ah w-ll, that's the Avay of life. Take the "comps" and the digs. too. Well, I guess I'll have to tell you abou'. the pieces Wade played for us. They Avere that "trilly" kind—all runs and birds a'singin' and thunder .a'roarin'. It was swell even if Wade did miss his step when he tried to jump up on the stage. It's a good thing he didn't fall on his nose. Ah well, he handed us a good laugh anyway. (That wasn't very good English, was it") We're livin' a regular scuffle around school. It's the new sem¬ester and nobody knows where he or anyone else is going. I get diz¬zy Avatchin' everybody run around in a circle. —Girls' Association. Ogden High School Notes Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, an' a' that? The coward slave, Ave pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that; For a' that and a' that, Our toils obscure and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp The man's the gow'd for a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that. That sense and Avorth. o'er a' the j earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a' that, an' a' that, It's coming yet, for a' that, That man to man. the world o'er. Shall brothers be for a' that. Thus wrote Robert Burns about 135 years ago when real ideas of democracy and brotherhood were just beginning to form in men's minds. Burns, the ploughman poet, was not only the precursor of democ¬racy, he was the poet of the hearts of men ahd women every¬where. It remained for him to express in poem and song th love, the tender emotion, the feelings of the heart. He is not simply a Scotch bard, he is the poet of humanity and one of the most loved of all the world's poets. BLESSING TO WORLD. Carlyle said, "A true poet, a man in whose heart resides some effluence of wisdom, some tone of the eternal melodies is the most precious gift' that can be bestowed on a generation; we see in him a freer, purer develop¬ment of whatever is noblest in ourselves. . . . Such a gift had nature, in her bounty, bestowed on us in Robert Burns." THE ANNIVERSARY. The world celebrates today the anniversary of this great poet's birth. All people delight in hon¬oring him. It is another case of the world honoring the poet dead, in which the living poet begged his bread. Robert Burns Avas born in the little town of Ayr in the southwest corner of Scotland. Though his life was short and in many respects ill-managed, yet he succeeded in leaving the world much richer and happier for his life. RASMUSSEN TO READ. Gamma Kappa Avill have charge of the program at assembly on Friday. The club promises us a treat in the way of music and lit¬erature. Frank Rasmussen will read "Nuff said." POPULAR SUBJECTS. Sociology, physiology; geology, proved to be very popular sub¬jects at Monday's registrations. It seemed difficult to organize suf¬ficient number of sections to ac¬commodate all who Avanted them. OFF WEEK. This is lay-off week in athletics, no league game being scheduled. Coach Kapple is endeavoring to get a game Avith a team from some other division that has the week off. GORGON'S PADAGOGY. When a woman is bad there is always a man at the bottom of it; and when a map is good, there's always a woman at the bottom that. too. While there's no sure rule for keeping out of trouble in this world, there's a whole set of rules for getting into it. I don't care how much or how little money you make—I want you to understand that there's only one place in the world where you can live a happy life, and that's inside your income. A lot of men Avho are used to getting only one dollar's worth of food for a five dollar biU down town, expect their Avives to get five dollars' worth of food for one dollar, at the corner gro¬cery, and to save the change tOAvard a pair of diamond ear¬rings. A lot of fool fathers only giA-e their fool daughters a liberal edu¬cation in spending, and it's pretty hard to teacji these young women the real facts about earning and saying, but it's got to be done unless one wants to be the fool husband of a fool Avife. Although life's a journey, it isn't a palace car trip for most of us. THE LAST PAGE OF THE LOST DIARY. Yea, Diary, what a busy time wev are having .It's rush here, and rush there—an' about all a little guy can find to do is to dodge big feet and powder your nose that gets all rubbed up and down and shined up in the rush —oh. it's registration time an'— That is the last page of the "Lost Diary." It is probably fin¬ished in another book, but since the author has not lost the con¬cluding book, or, if' she has, we have not found it, so Ave are un¬able to continue the printing of this very interesting history of the Ogden High school and its doings. The owner of this book has not yet claimed her property. We think that is queer on her part, since we have taken such pains to disclose the identity of the book. However, if the owner wishes to claim her property she will find the book in the care of Mrs. Irwin, dean of girls, at the Ogden High school.—Girls' Asso¬ciation. Ogden High School Notes There's music ir the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears; Their earth is but the echo of the spheres. BAND MUSIC. People from all parts of the United States heard sweet music discoursed Tuesday by the R. O. T. C. band of Ogden. In conse¬quence. they will always remem¬ber Ogden with a large measure of satisfaction. There are bands and bands and lots of school bands, but there is only one Ogden R. O. T. C. band. Everyone who hears it says something like that. He feel3 at once that here is a band that is different. Here is a band that makes music to be forever remem¬bered. Every citizen of Ogden can well feel a glow of pride in our popular wonderful band. It's an organization that does us all honor. Hy Lammers and Captain Dockler are to be remembered always too for the fine pact they havrt taken in building up and perfect¬ing this superb musical organiza¬tion. Some thanks to them. IT COST ONE DAY. Sixty-five boys and the band sponsor, Miss Mary Rich, missed school Tuesday to furnish Salt Lake and her many visitors that musical treat. Was it Avorth it? We'll say that it Avas. School isn't everything. Music, enjoy¬ment, happiness, appreciation, life, all mean something. TOO LITTLE APPRECIATION. The world is full of music, but there is too little conscious ap¬preciation of it yet. None of us realize how much music contrib¬utes to enjoyment, and how dull, sordid, stupid life "would be without it.