MONDAY EVENING, OCTOBER 22, 1934. CAST SELECTED FROM STUDENTS FOR O.H.S. PLAY Fine Performance Looms; School Parades May Be Extended OGDEN HIGH SCHOOL NEWS Emily Merrill, Editor; Blaine Larsen, Associate Editor. After one of the most competitive try-outs in the history of the school, the cast of the Ogden High school play was chosen last Thursday night by Mrs. Lucille Chambers. After reading over the names of the students chosen for the cast, we anticipate with much interest the pleasing performance of the play that should be forthcoming. The part of "Cappy Ricks" will be played by Fred Nickson, a most capable actor. Virginia McNamara will take the role of "Florence Ricks." "Captain Matt Peasley" will be portrayed by Allen Shivley. Norma London is well cast as "Aunt Lucy Ricks." Bob Buswell, anothei fine actor, has been chosen as "John Skinner." The part of Cecil Bernarc will be performed by Larry Evans Elzada Carlson will play the rolt of Ellen Murray. Brookfield anc Singleton will be played by Conrad and Stratford Smith. We expect a fine production to be presented from these talented students. BOYS INJURED. The student body of Ogden High school pays their sincerest respects and extends heartiest wishes to the four injured boys on the football team for an immediate recovery. Woody Call, one of the co-captains of the squad, was unable to partici¬pate in the game on account of fractured ribs. He is a splendid guard and could have contributed greatly to the game. Darrel Burt, a halfback, has a dislocated shoul¬der, rendering him also incapaci¬tated. His maneuvers on the grid¬iron are admirable, and his aid was missed too. Pete Piersanti, a guard, has frac tured ribs and his place on th team had to be substituted. Pet possesses determination and gri His absence was conspicuous. The members of the Ogden Hig school greatly hope that these fellows will be in good shape for th next game. Our game with Box Elder will be played on Tuesday at three p. m. NO SNUB MEANT. Dear Editors: Yesterday, after our pep rally, several of the merchants between Twenty-second and Twen¬ty-third streets remarked to me on the ingratitude of Ogden High school. These merchants have back¬ed us with time and money in sev¬eral drives. They have purchased tickets which often they had no idea they could ever use, and in many other ways helped us carry on. Almost every merchant belongs to some club or other that is help¬ing us with Bandantix. They feel, after this help, they should receive a little consideration. They feel snubbed and discontented because most independent parades do not pass their establishments. I'm sure we do feel grateful. I know we don't want to snub any of our merchant friends. ,So I ask, can't it be arranged to have our parades continue to Twenty-second street be¬fore turning back on Washington avenue?—A student. We feel that the merchants are justified. In the future, this mat¬ter will receive our consideration. THE PEST. He was just a fat, lazy, teasing pest. Although fat people are sup¬posed to be good-natured, his sense of humor certainly didn't jibe with that of other more sensible people. He was always bothering someone who was busy by playing the lowest types of practical jokes on them. His favorite trick was the swiping of a book, or pencil, or anything else within reach. Whenever a flurry of book-passing struck the room, he was always re¬sponsible. Frequently, these attacks were started when some tormented soul retaliated by "hocking" his book. Once, when he kept a book all morning, one long-suffering boy resolved to fix him, once and for all. With this purpose in mind he secured the antagonizer's books and placed them in his locker. But, in the end, the pest won out by grab¬bing the would-be avenger's books and locking them up, thus necessi-tating a peace conference between them, and the exchange of books. Pest! He was worse! Absolutely a menace to the school was this bothersome, loafing, book snatcher. And still he runs loose, endangering peace wherever he goes.—Binclius Bromidius. S. O. S. REPORT. An enthusiastic S. O. S. meeting was held Wednesday evening at Roy Peck's home at which seven junior boys and two seniors were chosen as prospective members. We believe we have chosen wisely and selected the most studious, active, and desirable fellows in the school. The following Juniors were sent bids: Hugh Rowe, Scott Dye, Russel Van Dyke, Frank Rynders, Frank Fuller, Junior Bramwell, and Carl Thompson. The two Seniors are Ed Madsen and Albert Lund. Congratulations, fellows! PERFECT ASSEMBLY. One of the most interesting as¬semblies of the year was held Fri¬day. The order was almost per¬fect. After the assembly was brought to order by Dick Baxter, Bertha Barker gave an announce¬ment pertaining to clubs. The or¬chestra then played for the first time, rendering everyone much en-joyment. We were all proud of our orchestra because of the delightful music. Superintendent Hopkins gave an interesting talk on a code of ethics. High school would be greatly im¬proved if we would obey these rules. Announcements were given about the game Friday, and Jack Doone led us in some peppy yells. Much pep and enthusiasm was shown, and also we were all com¬plimented on our conduct at the football rally. Mr. Merrill was thanked too for his co-operation. Meeting then adjourned.—Dolores Hartog. A MELLERDRAMMER. As the hours wore away, the pen¬cil scratched over the paper with monotonous regularity. But as the hands of the clock climbed upward towards their noontide zenith, he stopped ever more and more fre¬quently to bury his face In his hands. When the requirements had first been made known to him, he had been cheerful, and had even rejoiced that there was only one task. But that one! What had seemed so simple at nine o'clock now seemed almost ut¬terly impossible. An idea, a burst of hope, the trial, failure, and dejectedness again. Finally all hope dies in his heart. He is doomed by fate's heavy hand. If only he could get fifteen thousand, but that very necessary amount cannot be found. Time and again he tries, but al¬ways he falls short of the mark. Ten minutes to twelve, the fateful hour approaches, and our hero still without the fifteen thousand. Noth¬ing can save him; out he must go. His eyes follow the creeping hands of the clock with a morbid fascina¬tion. Outside the wind moans mournfully, and he shivers in gloomy anticipation of his fate. Suddenly he has a brilliant idea. The very thing! All his troubles are over; but wait, the clock stands at one minute to. If only there is time to do it! Faster and faster flies the pencil over the paper. At last, it drops from his nerveless fingers, the problem finished, just as the last note from the chime rings out. He had obtained the answer, 15,000 gm., the required physics as¬signment was "done" in time to hand in to the teacher, and he could rest assured that he would not fail in the examination.—Wayne Bundy. FAMOUS SAYINGS: Mr. Abplanalp: "Hands up, every¬body." Mr. Bobbins: "Who's absent, now don't anyone speak!" Miss Stephenson: "Now this is the only way to learn shorthand." Mrs. Franke: "Hands off the ma¬chines." Mr. Peterson: "Now that just re¬minds me of a Pat and Mike story." THURSDAY EVENING, Oct. 25 (34) PUPIL WOULD GIVE WELCOME TO GRADUATES Greet Them Like Friends In Our Midst, He Suggests OGDEN HIGH SCHOOL NEWS Emily Merrill, Editor; Blaine Larsen, Associate Editor. As I strolled through the halls during the noon hour, I observed several of the Ogden High school graduates of two years ago walking disconsolately through the happy groups of laughing and joking stu¬dents, and there came to me the realization of how complete is the cycle of school life, and of how completely it is shut off from the individual once he has reached the end of its course. Those students, two years ago, found in this old school such a wealth of happiness and friendship that, today, they feel that a vital element has dis¬appeared from their life, and when they return to the old building for a visit, to taste once again the joy of school life in and about Ogden High school, they find only strange faces and very few people with whom they have anything in com¬mon. SAD REMINDER? I sometimes wonder if the stu¬dents of previous years do not feel a vague resentment against those of today who are, in a way, usurp¬ers who have created an impene¬trable barrier between the graduate and the days he knew and loved so well. The student of earlier days rarely, if ever visits the school a second time because it is for him only a sad reminder of happy as¬sociations and friendships which can never be enjoyed again. Why can't each of us make our¬selves a welcoming committee of one. and, each time we see a former student of Ogden High school, make it a special point to greet him as. we would a long lost friend. This, I am sure, will help to dispel that empty feeling felt by our former students, and I think that we, i future years, will be glad to receive the same attention when w visit the school.—Bert. GRADES VS. NERVES. Undoubtedly, there is a great wear and tear on every student's nerves, especially as the end of the term draws near. These frayed nerves are costly, because they s make one "too tired" to study, as certain ads say. No one escapes this strain, be he lazy, dumb, aver¬age, or brilliant. The ambition of all average stu¬dents is to get an all "A" card. They dream about it, they pray for it; and then, when the term ends and they fall short of their, goal, they suffer a terrific "let-down." By the end of the year these sufferers are practically read to have a nervous collapse. Those students who don't like to study are in almost as bad a position. They spend their evening thinking up alibis to give the teacher for their unfinished work. Of course the nervous strain is great, because the teachers have a bad habit of listening to an alibi and then giving the culprit a skeptical look and a poor mark. Of course the grade depends on the credulity of the teacher.