One Ogden Man says this: "I find prices lower at Wright's Clothing Store than at any I visit" and he is a man who travels in many states We keep the Quality up the Price down Wright's Clothing Look no further we have it We have styles that are loud, Styles that make a noise There' that happy, snappy kind that appeal to college boys $10.00 to $45.00 WATSON-TANNER CLOTHING CO. The Acorn Volume Six FEBRUARY Number Three Allie's Valentine "Carl did you know that Miss Mason said we could have a valentine box at school tomorrow?" asked Lola Howell looking up from her grammar book, which she was reading by the dining-room table. "I suppose I did, sis," returned Carl eyeing an arithmetic problem upside down. "Tom and Phil and I went to town this afternoon, and bought all the ugly valentines in the store." "Didn't you get any pretty ones?" asked Lola uneasily. "Well, I can't remember," began Carl teasingly. "Now that you mention it, I believe Phil did get a beauty for you, although he declared to Tom and I that he didn't." "I suppose you got one for Nina Blake too," retorted Lola her dark eyes flashing. "And I suppose I didn't," said Carl cooly. "Tom got one for her, and I got one for ugly little Allie Grey." "What kind was it Carl?" asked Lola suspiciously. "Did it say 'Roses are red; violets are blue, Sugar is.'" "No it didn't," interrupted Carl indignantly. "It said something about pickles and O, well you'll see it tomorrow." "Carl Howell, I am going to tell mama on you this minute," declared Lola rising to her feet excitedly. "How dare you send Allie an ugly valentine, and her mother is dead too!" "Well I didn't kill her, did I?" asked Carl laughingly. "Guess I'm my own boss while father is in California. I thought I heard somebody whistling at the front gate. It's the boys I suppose and so I'll bid you an enjoyable evening with that grammar lesson." So saying, the boy snatched up his cap which lay on a chair near by, and left the room slamming the door so violently that one of his mother's vases fell from the mantel and broke into a hundred pieces. Allie Grey stood on tiptoes before a little cracked mirror trying to comb her "stubborn hair" as she called it. She glanced quickly at