ALUMNI Alumni Day, November 21st, was a decided success from every point of view. The Association appreciated the welcome manifested both in words and actions by the Faculty and Student Body. Alumni President Peter Kasius and the Studenty Body President, Lorenzo Richards, were in their usual happy mood, and the entire assembly partook of their spirit. Clyde W. Lindsay, '04, the business manager during the first year of the Acorn's life, entertained the students by relating some of his humorous school experiences. He showed celarly his love for the Acorn and his pride in its growth. William M. McKay, '06, caught the spirit of Weber's present ambition for a "gym" and assured the school of his ever loyal support. Coach McKay has always been staunch in his demand for clean sports. Weber's boys have become favorably known throughout the state for this quality. Our wish is that such a condition may continue, that the faculty and the athletic management of the institution that we love, will not permit a boy of unclean habits to represent it in any game whatsoever. We cannot afford to lower our standard by allowing a morally weak person to represent the school in any contest. We are glad to have Lawrence W. Richards, '11, the valedictorian of his class, present to let the students know how they are being watched with pride, and how their victories affect even those who are far away. The music furnished by the school choir, Lawrence Greenwell, '10, and Beatrice Brewer, '11, was an inspiration. Lila Eccles, '10, made the trip up from Salt Lake expressly for the occasion and delighted the assembly with her readings. Many gold nuggets were scattered about Weber that day, those who can hear and see will get them. Did you get one? ACORN 21 Indeed, it was a delight to the Alumni people to be back as a part of Weber again, even though the time was so short. When Principal Henderson announced to the students that "these were fruits of the Academy, and by its fruits, it shall be known," we realized our un-worthiness, but were truly thankful that we could help to preserve Weber's fair name by living up to her teachings. The day was fittingly closed with the basketball game and dance in the evening. The officers of the Alumni Association take this opportunity of expressing their appreciation to those who assisted in making the day an enjoyable one, and to wish them all the success which they desire and which we feel their efforts deserve. We hope to renew this pleasant "hand-shaking" again next year. As the Twig is Bent (Con'd from Page 9) The boys shuffled uneasily. They cast glances at each other, but no one took his outstretched hand or spoke. A lump rose up in his throat, but he choked it down and turned to go. "Wait, wait, Tom," called a sweet voice, and from the summer house beside them ran the president's daughter, Josie. "Shame on you, every one of you," she cried, "who have been so closely associated with Tom Weston, and still believe him guilty of theft." Then as they slunk away, she turned to Tom. "I don't know why you're leaving, or what they accuse you of," she said, "but I shall believe in you whatever they say, and will be your friend if the whole world is against you." Tom stood dumb. A great prayer of thankfulness went up from his lonely heart, and his voice broke as he took her hand in his. "Little girl," he said huskily, "I can't tell you how much I appreciate your kind words and your faith in me. I am leaving now for the west, to a country where there is plenty of chance for a man who is not afraid of work. Some day when I have made good, I shall send for you. Will you come?" And she nodded her head. SAGE. (Continued next issue.)