Brigham Young University - Banyan Yearbook (Provo, UT)

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Klgbt fi etrosipeaion in 1916 The Twelve !■ a man who worked for years to get hours, and then «elt weak (or days and was In a daze for weeks. He represented a new species in natural history. In as much as he was a goat w lth a sheep ' s skin. And unhappily, In Jast such proportion as he failed to qualify for the sheepskin, the more certain he was to qualify for the Koat. The Twelve worked for what he grot, but he didn ' t always get what he worked for. It depended on what the Faculty thought, and heaven knows what they depended on for their thinking:. The 12 w ent out Into the cruel world, and he left behind him his grlrl and his creditors. The former promised to write often, and the latter kept the promise. Somebody else usually kept the grlrl. He found that the unappreclative world turned its back on him, and he was left to shift for himself. His treasured acacomplishments of student days, ranging; from the basket ball squad to the dancing club or the debating team, seemed scarcely to supply him with those credentials which are sought by grrouchy employers of labor. Before the 12 graduated, he was worried as to whether to accept the position of a bank cashier or a district attorney, but no such problems ever disturb him after he departed from his Alma Mater. His chief worry then was that he couldr ' t get a good job shoveling snow in July or August. And yet, after all, it was a grreat four years. The 12 can afford to be retrospec- tive. A crusade against slang has been Instituted In the University. This Is a plons Idea, as studes too easily slip into the habit of handing out a punk line of gruff, and If the profs would put the roughnecks wise they would cut it out in no time. Take any bunch of college yaps — they are sent to college to get a little horse sense in their beans. But when they bunch up, the langruage they use is enough to make whiskers grow on the bald head of intellectual progress.

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Who ' s that rosy cheeked boy? Well, that doesn ' t look like Clarence Woods to me. He was a mate for Bri Stringham when he entered school. Clarence didn ' t need shortening and he had a pair of socks his mother knit striped with red and green. He always liked the girls and thought he would make a good domestic science teacher. He used to carry the dishes for them, fix tables, wash dishes, until Miss Ward thought he was about the handiest boy in school. If we ever had any punch at the parties he had to dip. From the bunch of girls he ' s sitting among, I should judge he was still dippy. I guess you remember Hazel Macdonald? Well, I guess yes; she will never be whiter when she is dead than she was the day she entered this school. You know she was just a little seedy country kid — never had been away from her mother before. After registering for one and a half units, told President Brimhall she did not care to take devotional be- cause she had such a heavy course already. After paying her tuition she went up to Janitor Higgs, showed him her admit card and asked where in the building she would find the number of her room — 560. Who ' s that fellow on the end of the first row? I should think you would remember that Chancy Baird. I thought I would, too, but wonders will happen. Chancy and I entered school the same day. I run on to him in the hall with his hat held fast in both hands. We were both frightened to death, and decided to hunt the President ' s office together. I grabbed hold of his hand and we went in. President Brim- hall looked us over from under his spectacles and said, ' Well, young men, what do you want to take? ' ' Theology, please, ' said Chance. President Brimhall has con- sidered him a good boy ever since.

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tesJ Cl)ronolosj The 12 ' s High School class organized. Harry Phillips, President, and Elfie Bean, Vice-President, supported by an enthusiastic staff and ZbO members. The ll ' s challenged the 12 ' s for a tug of war across the mill race. They acknowledged their ducking by entertaining their victors at a grand ball, in the evening. The first number of that series of parties which have caused the school life of every 12 to be filled with joy, held in the old social hall. Ve c nd e°i ion of the 12 ' s H. S. gave the following results: President, Ray Fitzgerald; First Vice, Elfie Bean; Second Vice, Bernard Nash. ' ' Th? 2 ' i ??iTied the day in field and track. When the base ball season for 1908-1909 came to a close, the First Years had possession of the ThTconstitution of the class was written by Harry Phillips, Einar An- derson, Hazel Petterson, LaRue Farnsworth, Jesse Higgens. « . 23d 10 00 The i2 ' s elected Ray Fitzgerald to the presidency, with Erma Fletcher and Vern Greenwood as the Vice-Presidents. ' Fo under ' s dly, 1909, the 12 ' s walked off the campus witTi all the badges of honor. xTand - e and general get-acquainted social was held in the Prep. Study. °Vay rJS M resigned the office of President, and Bernard Nash was chosen to fill the vacancy. • ' In he pla where the circus boys play, was given a dance that will be remembered as long as there is a 12 in existence. The students took a day off and visited Spring Dell. Vhe 2 ' s hdd their farewell party on the lawn of their dear old school. Vh? ' th?rd°Temi-annual election was held. Ray Fitzgerald was chosen President, with Clarence Woods and Ethel Nuttal as helpmates.