Brigham Young University - Banyan Yearbook (Provo, UT)

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Leon Billings, Salt Lake City Hattie Walker. ProTO

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To weary students, days of rest. In woodlands green where the wild bird sings They seek the life they love the best. Did he, dismissing all his care, Enjcy these pleasures with his friends? Did he the useless pastimes share To which our folly ever tends? Ah, no! indulgence in those joys. For which his heart no doubt did long. He did refrain, and left the boys To glory in their happy song. And on the lonely deserts drear. Where coyotes give their mid-night yell. And serpents vile are ever near. And life seems little more than hell — He watched the sheep both night and morn,- And listened to their mocking call. Until it seemed those baas forlorn Were echoed from the mountains all; Or, in the tunnels of mines dark, Where soft daylight is never known; By flickering candle he did work To dig out riches not his own; Else perchance his better fate The duties of a clerk him gave, To smile, and with false patience wait While ladies planned a cent to save; He may have had a farmer ' s hire. And through the hot day drove the team — No matter what he did, ' tis sure He worked, that when the autumn came. He might return to school once more — He worked to gain a worthy name — He worked to please his parents poor. Thus he stands and meditates On this the day of his success. While for those loved ones he waits — Waits for a mother ' s fond caress. Well earned, this pleasure, my brave youth! Enjoy the bliss thy toil has made. ' Tis ever, when we fight for truth, That fate will see us well re-paid. These are the hardships memory brings In grand procession ' fore his eyes; But are there not some happy things? Did not his school bring else, but sighs? Why, yes, of course, most joyous hours Were spent within the dear old walls — He dreams of dances, shows, and showers, Theaters grand, and basket balls. Athletics, how his class excelled. Of trips, and parties by the score. Of sweethearts fair whose eyes compelled His heart to love — all these, and more, Have filled his college days with fun: And now, he comes to say good-by, He fain would wish them just begun. And leaves his class-room with a sigh. — Flossia.

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Briant H. Stringham, Vernal At last the time has eoine for saying- go» d-I)je to tlie dear old B. Y. U. High School and to tlie many friends tliat ve lia e learned to love. W e are loath to leave the happy home vhere four of the happiest years of our lives have heen spent, still we are moving on to higher things and making room for those v» ' ho are to follow. True, there is a sense of sorro v in the reflection that many of us have come to the parting of the ways to meet no more until in that Great Beyond, yet joy fills our hearts for having known these many stalwart souls, and even though we may never meet again our friendships will live on forever, and will always be a source of inspiration to our lives. As class president I have found my duties a pleasure. Never was there such a class of real supporters. I have learned to love the many big souls that it has been my good fortune to come in contact with, and I only regret that we can- not continue to live the same united family we now are. Now, fellow classmates, we are going out to represent world wide our dear old Alma Mater, which has won international fame as a character builder. We MUST hold up the family name of the school by doing carefully and faithfully our whole life ' s work. Let every act be fathered by a righteous purpose. Our greatness will lie in our goodness. We MUST value our chsiractiTs. We MUST have a keen sense of honor. We MUST be honest, upright, and straight for- ward. We MUST be mindful of duty, not allured by show. Show paints the hypocrate ' s face and wags the liar ' s tongue. Graduates from God ' s school, pre- sided over by God ' s servants, must do all these things and more to represent aright our Church, the Board of Education, the Faculty, and the Presidency In their true light. ' TVliat must I do to be forever known? ' Thy duty ever. B. H. S.