Monday 6 Sept, 11, 1933 STUDENTS FORM SCHOOL CODE Classes Democratic With Pupils And Teachers Co-operating Ogden High School Notes—Mary Paquette, Editor; Jack Bennett, Associate Editor. School days are here again. Among America's school boys and girls, twenty-five million strong, we are again journeying along life's progressive path definitely influencing the school spirit by our atti¬tudes and behaviors. The more willing we are to do our part in boost¬ing a friendly atmosphere in behalf of our fellow workers, the more beneficial and enjoyable this year is going to be. School is democratic, not autocratic, though teacher or student, we are "one for all and all! for one." This is our NRA code. Happiness is the spice of life and our contributions to the spirit of Ogden High is a means to an end. Since the unified aid of everyone requires so little, yet means so much, let us say "We Do Our Part." —Emily Merrill JUNIOR'S VIEWPOINT You know it's not at all bad, this living with ordinary folks. When I first flew here on my traveling cloak, I wasn't particularly pleased with the place. Now, though. I've started to school—and what an exciting adventure I'm having! (Sometimes, though, I wish I could _ have my cloak in school to sail e through the halls instead of stumbling all over). My teachers all tell me that the lessons aren't really as hard as they are said, to be, but I just came here so I haven't heard much said aboutthem. Furthermore I don't believe that any of the noble people I have met would ever, ever say anything bad about studies— they all seem to "Oh" and "Ah" whenever an assignment is given. But back in Moman's Island, my uncle always addressed me with honeyed words—and you know what a fine uncle he turned out to be! Well, here's James with my traveling cloak, so until the next time, Good-bye—Little Lame Prince. SO-SO, WELL, WELL Well, well, well, we're back in the harness again and doesn't it seem just like home? I see nobody could steal away our beautiful high school. Some one must have hired a watch¬man. There is always a variety here anyway, don't you think so? As I walk along the halls I see a mighty senior stride along, and in front of him stumbles a pleading junior. (I suppose you know why). As they come down the main hall something happens. A mysterious person, known around these parts as a teacher appears and smilingly points to a large sign draped across the hall. The big fellow grins sort of funny and says for the smaller boy to run off to class and he'll be seeing him later. But—don't think this is the end, oh, no because the same teacher pulls the same thing forty times again that day. And so things go on and on, but what if they do? It's the little things in life that count. Especially on rainy Sundays—"Pug." ASSEMBLY REPORT The student body this year seems to be a much snappier one than last year's at least in one respect. Last year I didn't even know where the assembly hall was until about three weeks after school started. (I was that long walking back from my rides.), but this year we had an assembly the first week. The assembly was called to order by President Jensen who had the other student body officers give a short speech. Wayne Devoreaux gave a piano solo after which Mr. Merrill welcomed all the students. Mr. Hopkins gave a speech and told us of the plans which were going forward to make every student's dream come true, the new school building. Kenneth Brizee played a saxaphone solo and George Larkin sang "A Dream." Mary Paquette urged the students to take a part in the writing of their notes. A short skit was given to promote the sale of student body tickets after which assembly adjourned. GIVE AND TAKE Boy! Am I glad I'm not a jun¬ior? I'll tell the world I am! Why? Because I detest window washing— especially when forced to do it free of charge; walking five miles minus shirt and shoes isn't exactly my idea of a good time, either; but when a senior compels one to wear a ribbon in his hair and blush pret-tily before the ladies, I think of the future when these-same juniors will play the same jokes on their fellow students. Moral: Every man must take his medicine—Aesop.—E. M. BACK TO WORK Well, here we are back to our reg¬ular work. (How many times have I heard that before?) Things are almost back to normal again, and I guess all of us seniors and jun¬iors alike are very glad. The office force has already earned a vacation. They had a terrible time of it. Mix¬ed up students (Juniors) were rush¬ing to them and wanting to know how they could take eight subjects in seven periods, or why they had to take Algebra when they wanted to take cooking. Mr. Merrill had told us seniors to take the juniors by the arm and help settle the confusion by show¬ing the poor bewildered youngsters around the school. We tried very hard to do this, but some of the seniors must have been mixed up on the last minutes, and instead of showing the juniors the school they were shown the city and its sur¬rounding country. Never mind, jun¬iors, it was all a misunderstanding, and we will try not to have it hap¬pen again. But be sure you do not make the same mistake next year.— Callis Caldwell. TOURING ON "BROADWAY" Oh! These wiseacres- One smart little junior girl, Arlene Haygood by name says that a person cannot express one's self very well without the aid of body action. Something tells me that she has been in the back seat of a lot of cars! Isn't it too bad?— Ruth Leonard no sooner comes to school than she retires to a more enjoyable occupation. (What could be more enjoyable than school work —I ask you?) But what gets me is that both Ruth and Clyde were ab¬sent Thursday afternoon and what's more from the only class in which they are together. (Or am I mistaken?) Some teacher- Here I thought that our big hand¬some advisory teacher, Mr. Peterson, was a nice, nice man, but here he is spoiling our impression of him already by talking about the Queen of Spain and the nights of Columbus (Knights of Columbus) oh, me. A certain high official in publi¬cation is certainly going gee-goo. Here he is pulling the "Sir Walter Raleigh act" already, or should I call it "drop the handkerchief?" Maybe it's a new junior mama. Boy! oh Boy!— I hear that Reid's (Barrett to you, sir) long string of heifers are beginning to get him down. Either he or they just can't seem to keep the dates straight. He seemed to be in a bit of trouble Thursday night, and was his face red! Well—well—Keyhole peeking isn't what it used to be!—Candle Light. TRAFFIC LIGHTS There is more than one way to get to heaven; but there is only one way to get to our school heaven. Although Mr. Widdison teaches that "ignorance of the law excuses no one," we will excuse the juniors for their lack of understanding in the matter of ascending the stairs, but from now, henceforth and for¬ever, they will be held accountable for their sins. I tried three times to go down the right steps yesterday, but each time I failed and finally had to get a club and beat my way down. Please, juniors, always start down or up the steps nearest the wall. Of course, some seniors have become slack about this very thing also, but it is only because the insignificants have so filled the right steps with the wrong traffic that they have done so. FLITTING AROUND If you want to know how to think, just ask one of Miss Woolley's sixth period students. They can tell you. If you seniors have opened your history books yet, you will see that the first sentence is: "America ls the child of Europe." One of Dave's promising young students had to inquire: "Who did she marry?" I wonder what makes Mr. Merrill so good natured. Almost every time I have seen him, he has had a smile on his face. I wish someone could make up his or her mind as to what books we are going to use. Here I bought a revised Century and along comes a third Century. Ho-hum—now the trouble will begin—The Shadower. SCHOOL DAYS School days, school days, not so old fashioned, but good old school days nevertheless. Although we are loath to admit it, most of us are glad to get back, to renew old friendships and make new acquain-tances. Of course it is necessary for us to study; but with a willing heart and a happy aspect, we hope to make this the best year Ogden High has ever experienced.—E. M. BROADWAY ENCORE Ah—-Haw Do you know that now Reid can't even walk up (emphasis) Twenty- fifth street without picking up heif¬ers? Ruth is back to school! I've been told that she and (Tink Donk) Greenwell are in Mrs. Newcomb's seventh period English class. What a break for our football team! Oh yeah? Lillian Miller has gone away to school. I wonder if it's (gravy) on Chez or really good old study. A certain high official in publica¬tion thinks that, Beverly, Virgie and Adele would make some hot-cha mamas for these khaki-clad cadets. Well, that's enough encore on peeking through the keyhole for one day—Candle Light. POSTER EXHIBIT A very modernistic exhibit of poster design is displayed by Lee Park¬inson, an ex-post graduate of Ogden High school, and an embryo artist. Colorful portraits of Joan Crawford, John Boles, Ricardo Cortez, Claudette Colbert and others are illustrated in a brilliant array of tints and shades. These spectacular portraits will remain hanging until Tuesday afternoon for the benefit of those students who have not yet seen this splendid exhibition. The designs were displayed last year too, but it would be advisable for the seniors to view it again as well as the juniors as paintings of this sort are not often displayed— A. H.