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Show INTOLERANCE Several years ago (about the time most of us were born) a truly great picture was produced. It was called Intolerance," and in it, scenes tak¬en from the pages of history were graphically shown. Wars, rebel¬lions, hatred, and evils of all kinds were shown to spring from intoler¬ance of others' opinions and beliefs Intolerance in the sense of actu¬ally persecuting and slaughtering people who differ from us in opin¬ion, as was done in all civilized countries until the last century or two, has died out. Of course there are instances when some two-for-a-quarter dictator, fearful of losing either his head or his power fig¬uratively loses his head and orders a purging of the nation he rules However, intolerance still abounds, and, frequently, this intolerance causes great grief and discomfort to others. We are inclined to scoff at any opinion that differs from our own, and to scorn another plan although it may really be superior to our own. Not only in our attitude toward our school mates, but in our atti¬tude towards the world, we are apt to act superior. The high school age is the only time when we "know it. all." As we grow older we change and we realize how little we do know. But why should we wait for age to bring us profit by the experience of others? Students, if you would be happier in your school life, in your home life, and in your contacts with the world, learn that great virtue, tolerance, and life will be happier for you and your associ¬ates.—Wayne Bundy. GUNDER TALKS What's this I hear of some students not going to the Holly Hop? Come on, fellows, ask the best girl for a date so we can see your shin¬ing face at the dance. You'll be there, won't you, Dick and Stew? Pete Piersanti wants to know who put that piece in the paper. He agrees whole-heartedly with them. I hear that girls of dear old O. H. S. are too fast for J. K., so he's going to Omaha during the holi¬days to avoid the rush. Ab, we are organizing a commit¬tee to give you fifty cents to get a hair cut. Verna, don't forget that date with me to the Holly Hop. Signing off.—Gunder. DO YOU KNOW— Who the boy is that is always "tapping" seventh period in the hall? The big tall boy is usually wearing a blue and white striped sweater, and who is often seen escorting a very attractive blonde around? Why M. C. and P. F. are never seen apart? Three guesses. What boy is always singing "Asleep in the Deep" in the staff room first period? He's an officer in A company.—Wagner. PUPILS GETTING BASKETS READY FOR NEEDY ONES Dec. Ogden High School Doing Charity By Advisory Room System OGDEN HIGH SCHOOL NEWS Emily Merrill, Editor; Blaine Lar¬sen, Associate Editor. This year every advisory room at Ogden High school is playing Santa Claus by preparing Christmas bas¬kets for poor and destitute families. This is a custom that has been an¬nually observed during previous years, a custom that is representa¬tive of the good fellowship which prevails among the students. Delicious dainties—cakes, pies, candies, jellies—tantalizing dishes of chicken, turkey, peas, carrots, po¬tatoes, and fruits will be only a part of the food which will decorate the tables of the poor on account of the generosity of Ogden High school students. Each member of the sec¬ond period class will bring his con¬tributions of food and clothing for the class basket. By Thursday noon approximately thirty-two Christmas baskets will be ready for distribu¬tion. Indeed, Ogden High school is cer¬tainly doing its part in the main¬tenance of the Christmas spirit. CANTATA Just by way of a reminder, may we say again that the Christmas cantata will be given for the gen-eral public Thursday, December 20, in our auditorium at seven-thirty o'clock. We urge the townspeople of Ogden to attend this festival of Christmas music. Mr. Hanson and his chorus are doing all in their power to create, by means of music, and atmosphere of holy and worshipful Christmas. The result of their efforts will be shown and heard on December 20 in our auditorium. We heartily invite all to be pres¬ent. There will be no admission charge. This Christmas cantata is the Ogden High school's Christmas gift to you, parents ! HOLLY HOP At first it was thought that there Would be no Holly Hop this year. The expenses are usually more than the income on the Holly Hop, we were told. However, the student body did not want to finish 1934 without a dance. Because of this fact, they have arranged, after much pains¬taking effort, to hold the Holly Hop at the Berthana on December 21. It will begin at nine o'clock. The prices are thirty-five cents apiece or fifty cents a couple. Let's show our appreciation to the Student body officers by supporting whole-heartedly the Holly Hop! Re¬member, it is the last social event of 1934! Come to the Holly Hop! We, the students of Mr. Han¬cock's sixth period sociology class wish to express our gratitude and thanks to Mr. David Wangsgard prominent figure in Utah education¬al circles, for his interesting talk on "The Actual Poverty Conditions in Ogden." We are certain every one enjoyed it and sincerely hope he will honor us again at some future date.—Tom Harris. ¬tion one of the very finest offered in Ogden. Tiger Flashes, a radio program written by the editors of this column, will be presented again Thursday over KLO at the usual time, eight p. m. This week's enter¬tainment promises to be somewhat different from the preceding ones. Listen in! We are notified that three stu¬dents of Ogden High school, Jack Doone, Mutt Wright, and Hal Peter-son, are going to display their fistic ability in boxing matches at the Elks' club this Thursday. These matches promise to be highly enter¬taining. We sincerely wish the boys luck. SCRIBBLINS You really shouldn't take people wrong, Phyllis. Heels are also long, slimy fish—with a British accent. Another interesting item—Helen Abbot talking Spanish with a French accent. "No! No! A thousand times no " sings Darrel Burt lustily between periods. Now where did you learn that, Darrel? Did Kay McFarland ever tell you about the time he had to prove he wasn't a "bum"—to two Los Angeles policemen? Another unnecessary question asked by one of our teachers, "Have you anything to say, Sam?" Our idea of a perfect Christmas present for Phyllis Brown is the in¬stallation of a typewriter in Ernie's room. Maybe it would help the teacher a lot, too. We get quite a "kick" too out of Pat Deming and Joe Aquire each trying to tell the teacher how much the other one knows.—The Scribbler. Miss Ballinger's 5th period Eng¬lish class of boys ought to know what an attractive-looking girl is. How about it, Angus? Famous saying of Russ. V. C. "Oh, Myrtle." We wonder why Myrtle R. turned against B. F. so suddenly. What's the secret, Ray M.? (Note to A. L. J.) What difference does it make if Rynders is getting like Smalley. Jay is a grand fellow. At least, Doreen thinks so. GOBS PROMOTED TO MIDSHIPMEN AND ENSIGNS Dec. 7 School Play "Cappy Ricks" To Be Given Tonight At Junior High OGDEN HIGH SCHOOL NEWS Emily Merrill, Editor; Blaine Larsen. Associate Editor. On Wednesday evening the S. O. S. nautical organization witnessed and administered the impressive ceremony of promoting Angus Folkman and Ab Lund from the lowly degree of Gob to the esteemed and honored position of Ensign. Also the following Gobs were promoted to the order of Midshipmen: Russ Van Dyke, Frank Rynders, Scott Dye, Junior Bramwell, Earle Thompson, Hugh Rowe and Alan Nye. Both orders having qualified for their positions by their showing of good friendship, courtesy, and scholastic rating; and also by each writing a five thousand-word theme on some phase of navigation. Admiral Wright presided over the ceremonies, with the commodore, captain and ensigns of the ship as¬sisting. The now recognized ensigns and midshipmen were congrat¬ulated as equals, and the lowly gobs have disappeared until mid-year. The members of the ship then raid¬ed the ship's galley and after clasp¬ing hands for 60 seconds in silent prayer for the lost heroes of the sea, adjourned to their respective bunks. As taps was blown and each shipmate drifted off to sleep he could be heard murmuring, "S. O. S."—Sportsmanship Our Su¬premacy.—Commodore Doone. SCHOOL PLAY That long waited for O. H. S. play, "Cappy Ricks," will be given tonight at eight o'clock at the Wash-ington Junior High school audi¬torium. Believe you me, you had better put on the speed if you desire to take a peek at a real performance! Great and small from near and far are flocking thick and fast to ob¬tain tickets. "Cappy Ricks" will go down on the pages of history as the greatest comedy of all time. The O. H. S. students will remember it long after they leave the school, and boast of it to their grandchildren. With Fred Nixon and Virginia McNamara heading an all-star cast, you can take my word, it is a show you can't afford to miss!—Winnie Winchell. REPORTER REPORTS Begging for five more minutes to talk English, Mr. Hancock, con¬vinced his fourth period Spanish class that the bed-bugs are quite thick in Mexico. He claims to have invented a sure-fire remedy to keep this pest from eating us Americans alive. (At least that is what his discussion was about Tuesday.) You students who take Spanish and have not heard about his ingenious device, should see to it that your capable Spanish teacher tells you about it. If you go that far, don't let him get away without telling you of the antics of this little animal when he used his famous bed-bug extermin¬ator on one. After this discussion, I don't be¬lieve that I care to go to Mexico unless I can charter a special train (freight) to carry my bed-bug ex¬terminator.—Reporter. FASHIONS IN SUICIDE It is doubtful if there is any par¬ticular fashion in suicide at pres¬ent, for individual tastes vary great¬ly. In trying to decide regarding my next suicide, I shall attempt to list various methods, probable or im¬probable. Drowning—I tried this, but it was too slow. After going under twice, I gave up and started swimming. Jumping from a skyscraper—I jumped off a little sixty-three-story building, but when I had fallen sixty-two stories, I saw a fat man whom I hated to knock over for fear of my conscience pricking me. So I grasped a fire escape and walked down the other twenty steps. Shooting with a gun—I also tried this, but every time I started to pull the trigger I though how ugly Dillinger looked after killed. I should rather like to look pretty. Starving—I dare not try to go on a famine like Gandhi. The farmers could not, I am sure, sell enough produce to buy food for themselves. Being killed by a ferocious, blood¬thirsty animal—Into the deepest, most treacherous parts of an African jungle I went, meeting most horrible man-eating beasts, but, no, not even one would attempt to kill me, in spite of my every effort to antagonize them. Poisoning, a last resort—But when I discovered this would not always kill but sometimes left one insane, I decided to give up and wait for either a flood or a tornado. These agencies seem to work in other parts of the world; I suppose they might work here.—Florence Wangsgard. SCRIRBLIN'S Here are a few more or less hu¬morous incidents which the Scrib¬bler was lucky enough to witness: Mr. Merrill saying over the radio, "There has been returned to the of¬fice a fine brown glove. Will the owner either come for the glove or else bring in the mate?" Bashful Steve Kennedy sitting in John's for an hour, waiting for two ladies to leave so he could put the "Smokehouse" that he had been reading back on the magazine rack. "Tarzan" Bader furiously attack¬ing Ed Chatlin. Phil Revell, in a very sentimental mood, tenderly calling a girl "Snake Eyes." Captain Randall very thoughtfully reserving a special seat for Darrel Shupe. "Boner" Johnson saying modest¬ly, "Well, I do crack an occasional joke or two." A certain lad standing near his locker, waiting patiently for Dixie to move so he could open it. Mr. Hancock saying something to the class — and then wondering whether he said it in Spanish or English.—The Scribbler. On Wednesday evening ten teach¬er sponsors, four members of the board of education, Supt. Hopkins and twenty-three football boys en¬joyed the annual high school foot¬ball banquet at Dick's cafe. After the dinner, short speeches were made by the co-coptains, the coaches, the superintendent and assistant superintendent, and all members of the board of education. The boys were praised for their fine attitude, conduct and sportsman¬ship and were encouraged to fight the battle of life as they have fought battles on the football field. They were dubbed "champions if not winners." It was a memorable event. REGRET The Notes extend to Joe Limburg the most profound regrets of the Og¬den High school, in the death of his father. We realize that the loss of his father will be a serious obstacle for Joe to overcome. The least possible comfort we can give him will be our efforts, by dis¬playing kindness and friendship to him, to fill the gap that has enter¬ed his life. To the Limburg family we also of¬fer our sympathy and comfort. SCHOOL PLAY After seeing the single perform¬ance of Cappy Ricks, we have noth¬ing but congratulations for every¬one who in any way assisted in its production. Staged and directed in the most polished manner, the school play of this year stands far ahead of any productions that have been pre¬sented in the past few years. Fred Nickson, as "Cappy Ricks" reminds us, not of a high school student, but of one of the fine stage stars we hear so much about. The highest compliment we can pay Fred is to say that in the perform¬ance he was not Fred Nickson but "Cappy Ricks." Bob Buswell, the ever ready Skin¬ner, was, in our opinion, the best general manager in the shipping business; Eob played his part to per¬fection. "Cecil Pericles Bernard," portray¬ed by Larry Evans, won the admira¬tion of the audience because of his |