MONDAY EVENING, MAY 7, 1934. Boys To Take Girl Parts In Mystery Play "Hobgoblin House" Will Be Performed Twice This Week OGDEN HIGH SCHOOL NOTES Mary Paquette—Editor Jack Bennett—Associate Editor I swaggered down the halls when suddenly there escaped through one of the doors a blood-curdling scream. I was quite abashed to hear a scream come suddenly out of a room with no apparent rea¬son, so I ventured to open the door. As I looked in I was confronted with twelve startled fellows stand¬ing here and there and in the midst of these stood Woodrow Lewis call¬ing, "Nellie! Nellie! Where are you, Nellie?" Then suddenly there came to my ears the toll of a fervent- sounding bell, followed by a scream and a crash of thunder. I won¬dered whether I was in a classroom or . It was a rehearsal of "Hob¬goblin House." As I inquired fur¬ther about the play I am in a po¬sition to inform you of all the par-ticulars. The cast of six girls and six boys will be interpreted by twelve boys. It will be presented in the Weber Community theatre on the nights of May 11 and 12. Tick¬ets may be obtained from members of the cast.—Fred Nickson . ARE WE GLAD? Am I glad that school is letting out for the summer vacation? Well, yes, in a way. I think I need a rest and I know that I would en¬joy three months of peaceful quiet¬ness in the country or an exciting trip to the world's fair. I will be relieved of getting lessons, and from doing the same thing over and over every day. But on the other hand it will be a difficult problem also, because I have accustomed myself to many habits during the last nine months, such as getting up at seven o'clock, eating my breakfast quickly, hurry¬ing off to school for a new day. After school lets out I go home, eat my dinner, sit down to my les-sons. Then I go to bed and dream of more school. When June opens I will have to form new habits. Our vacation is also a sad affair. All the seniors who have worked hard and have really tried will be graduated—and of course we will miss them. We will never meet again in the same body. All the seniors will begin a new path of life either on a career or college— I hope most of them will go to col-lege. VOTING TIME At this time of the year a great problem confronts the student body of Ogden High school. This prob-lem is none other than electing leaders who will take charge of next school year's activities. Every student is thinking, "Who —who—who shall I vote for?" As every candidate is capable of hold¬ing the position for which he is running, I make this plea: Stu¬dents, don't think too hard about who to vote for because if you do, your system will not withstand the strain. BEST QUALIFIED When people vote for a president of the United States, do they cast their votes for the individual with the curly hair, or a best-dressed man, or do they, as a whole, vote for a leader? While the office of Secretary of this school in no way compares in magnitude with that of the nation's leader, still it is of sufficient importance to consider. The person selected for this posi¬tion should be chosen because of his ability, loyalty, and because he has done some good for the school. Gaining a worthy reputation in the field of oratory as well as journal¬ism should be of some note. As the school's records are written by hand, a legible long-hand is desired. Blaine Larsen should be elected secretary. STUDENT WINS PRIZE Are you students still wondering Where the holes in doughnuts go? Well, ask Miss Betty Mae Toone, for she won a lovely floor lamp at the cooking school held recently, through the prowess of her dough-nuts. She will have to give us some samples, for we believe the adver¬tisement, "Best by test." TO SHOW NOTEBOOKS During the week of May 21 to 25 Mrs. McKey is going to have an exhibition in her room. Although the regular project has not been called for, the students have done other work which will be on dis¬play. Near the end of the first semes¬ter, Mrs. McKey's English classes Were required to hand in a notebook containing a 1000-word essay on any subject desired, an outline, a bibliography, and illustrations. The students enjoyed preparing this piece of work and some very inter¬esting books were handed in. Before the display is held, each student will have handed in another notebook. This notbook will con-tain the life, a report on their works, on their opinion of any au¬thor or poet they wish. Since the students have started to study literature they have kept notebooks. The best notbooks will also be on display. 1 > These three pieces of work will be placed about the room so stu¬dents, parents and friends will be able to come in any time during the week and see them. The students who have done this work I hope that interest will be shown in ^ the display.—Constance Everts. TUESDAY EVENING, MAY 8, 1934. Juniors Lean Back While Seniors Rush Worrisome Time Avoided and 'Big Break' Coming Next Year OGDEN HIGH SCHOOL NOTES Mary Paquette—Editor Jack Bennett—Associate Editor Have you noticed the seniors lately? They all seem to be in such a hurry. All their faces seem to have such a business like expres¬sion, and once in a while one comes along with a worried look. I have I been trying to figure out what is wrong for the longest time. At last I found their secret. They are going to graduate. The majority are, I be¬lieve. This is one time I am thank¬ful that I am a junior for I can just sit back and relax and take pity on the seniors. This is one time that even the boys are concentrating on their clothes. The girls go about saying "Mine's blue, mine's pink, mine's white," and so forth. Before I dis¬covered their secret I thought they were talking about the balloons they had left from the Classicalia, but now I know they mean their dresses. The seniors will have to worry about the new school they are going to attend. They'll have to worry about picking the right teachers, but we know that we can pick any of the teachers here and still make good. Won't it be nice to be able to go to school for a full year and not have some senior look at you as if you were a little insect, which they do every once in a while. All during my school years before I have had an older class to look up to, but next year we can be "supreme rulers." Oh what a break for the juniors.—Norma London. As you shall soon observe, excep¬tional solicitude has been exercised in selecting the cast for "Hobgoblin House." An ingenious mechanism is being utilized. All the performers are of the masculine sex. What a novelty! Can't you just visualize Tony Yarbrough as the prim spinster aunt; Fred Nickson as the Hinglish 'ousekeeper who is deathly hafraid of 'aunts, especially, 'eadless 'aunts; Bob Buswell as the buxon negress, a cook! Then too, there's Mark Child as Henry G—gg-g-boober—the out¬side g-ga-g-gardener. The preceding is but a small por¬tion of an excellent cast. You can view the performance of this group for the small sum of twenty-five cents, Friday and Saturday at eight- fifteen p. m. at the Weber Little theatre—See you there.—M. P. NEWS The biggest and worst piece of news I could receive is an assign¬ment from an English teacher to write a news item or an essay. An assignment like this actually upsets me more than would the statement that we would hold classes on Saturday. When the teacher tells us what to write, most students can sit down and scribble off a good article, but woe is me! I sit down with a pack¬age of paper and a couple of sharp pencils with the idea of writing a masterpiece. I sit and make funny pictures for about a half hour; then a title for my article leaps into my mind. The hardest work is now done because if I can think of a title then I know what I am goin to write about. After the title is written I draw a few more cartoons and then, wonder of wonders, I get in the spirit of the thing! My pencils scribble out wordi thick and fast for about fifteen minutes. Then I get disgusted and tear up my result. About two hours later I push my way out of a pile of paper and proudly exhibit a paper that ought to rate at least a C. Any one can plainly see that I am not destined to become an author; therefore the teachers ought to take pity on me and have me give a book report instead of plugging along on a mere article.—Ab Lund. INSPECTION "There's something about a sol¬dier; "There's something about a sol¬dier; "There's something about a sol¬dier that is fine, fine fine. Even with this bright outlook if you were to probe the hearts of Ogden's R. O. T. C. thin gray line you would have probably found some quaking organs as they; awaited inspection. The work of the school year in R. O. T. C. was judged in this fear¬ful day of reckoning. Can you im¬agine now why the officers looked as if they had been drawn through a minute knothole. Even the bravest heart would be daunted. Lately the officers' dreams had probably been of left feet, rifles, uniforms, instrul ments and sundry chevrons, stars and other insignia. What price glory? The poor privates in the rear rank (the forgotten men) had been toiling diligently on their manual etc., and even went so far as to learn the fundamentals of military courtesy anew. Taken all in all (or somewhere around there) the inspection looked very promising, even if the band re¬ceived the attendance cup; and It was a wonderful thing not to miss. —Kent Clark. PIRATE TREASURE A pirate shouts, "land ahead." We all gathered to the deck. Palm trees can be seen in the distance. Shouts of joy and happy curses rise from the throats of swarthy pirates. As we round the small island an old map. yellow with age, is brought to light. A stubby finger follows a line to an old tree stump over to a rock and then there is a mark X. This is the island where the treasure is located. With picks and shovels we come to the rock. Industriously we start digging. A thump! we have hit ti chest. We finally bring the chest up. Although it is very hard we break the lock and raise the lid. Click; and all is dark. It is closing time at the library.—Dolores Rowland.