28 ACORN The Seniors gave a party, The night was bright and fair; You haven't heard the story, I'll tell you it was rare. Six boys invited ladies, The others went alone, At eight this bunch assembled, The girls remained at home(?)! The poor boys stood and waited For the other girls to come; With only half a dozen They could not have much fun. And, worst of all, the luncheon They had the punch and grapes, But where were all the salads, The sandwiches, and cakes? And nine o'clock came surely, No girls had come alone, The boys who had no partners Thought they had best go home. A picture show suggested Itself to those in "twos" A theater at the Ogden Would drive away their blues. And now, about the Senior girls, Had they all sought their beds? Not much; don't get that idea. Too bright were their small heads. At Greenwell's they had luncheon, The clock had just struck nine; They, too, went to the Ogden The show, indeed, was fine. This ended up the party That evening bright and fair, But in the hearts of the Seniors The moral it left was rare. ACORN 29 Ronald Jensen "Hello, Sadie, what makes that bump on your head?" Sadie Eccles "Oh, that's where a thought struck me once." Cora Kasius has a tongue lithe and limber, Pretty green, but solid timber. Our Book of Mormon class carried on in the Zoology room is a veritable bughouse each morning. Undoubtedly the refuse of those that came before us. Freshie. A timid young Miss named Tressa, Was a sweet and most shy little missa, But Jim, John and Jack, When Floyd turned his back Would kissa and kissa and kissa. There was a young lady named Golda, "I love you," the fellows all tolda; They'd come every night, And turn down the light, And holda and holda and holda. There as a young girl named Louisa A charming and beautiful teasa; Her swain, lucky chap, Used to call (such a snap), And squisa, and squisa and squisa. Sweaters and Underwear Utah Knitting Store 302 Twenty-fifth Street