Brigham Young University - Banyan Yearbook (Provo, UT)

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SA V M N Honor Roll Kenneth Bailey Orton Durham Kenneth Decker Moroni W. Smith Edward Fernsten Wilford Bentley George Harris W. Waldo Parry Donald Bean Howard Jensen Lyman Larsen Hewitt Strong G. R. Clark Louis Brandley Malcolm Jolley Clifford Hindmarsh A. H. Hickman J as. H. Martin Roy Collins Harold Thurgood Kenneth Nelson Elmo Simmons Sgt. Karl Boshard David John David E. Daley Bruce Simmons A. D. Anderson David Rogers Ether J. Stucki Frank Goold Clyde Mackay Clarence P. Greer F. Elbert Huish A. Ladru Jensen Lynn Openshaw Oscar Anderson Lieut. Wm. Crawford George Marshall Frank Taylor Ernest Monell Glen Fields Lyle Flemming Frank Johnson Sterling Taylor Gilbert Fjeldsted Ervin Jensen Einer Anderson Clarence Brown Mark Partridge Fenton Partridge Ralph Eggertsen Vem Oberhansley Frank Gardner Monroe Clark Emmett Clark Vernie Thorn Paul Kuhni David Nelson Dow Shumway Edwin Crawford Irving Jennings Lawrence Morris David Egar Silas Cheeney James Stratton David Julian Earl Snell Guy Hurst Glenn Crandall Leamon Randall Vernon Nuttall Charles Hone Edwin Baird Marion Harris James Gregerson Than Curtis Roscoe Harmon Silas A. Busliman Ludean Monell Glen Simmons

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Old Glory Dr. Geo. H. Brinihall Old Glory, wave on, o ' er the land of the free. The home of the fair and the brave. The land where oppression from mountain to sea Finds only a place for a grave; The hands of a nation grasp firmly thy staff. In triumph they bear thee along. We join in the chorus like millions before us Still pledging our banner in song. We ' ll come at the call of thy colors. Old Flag, We ' re ready for duty today; We ' ll serve where you want us to serve, Old Flag, We ' ll pay what you want us to pay. Old Glory, float on, o ' er the shop and the farm. And wave at the mouth of the mine; And flutter in front of our chariots of fire And over our birds of the brine. The coo of the babe and the beat of the drum. The voice of the nurse and the gun. Shall sivell the refrain — while we sing again — The song that our fathers have sung. Wave, Glory, tvave on, when the world shall be free And the peace dove has builded her nest. When the war-clouds no more shall darken the shore And the billows of strife are at rest, W hen the Goddess of Right and the Champion Might Shall meet at the altar of love. And under thy stars and thy symbolic bars We ' ll sing with the heavens above.