Jordan High School - Beetdigger Yearbook (Sandy, UT)

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§dtmil Saijfi CHOOL days-—how much reflection these words contain. This is the springtime of life when the buds of thought are just ready for opening. It is then that we are so earn- estly mounting the great ladder of learning, that ladder which has no end but leads ever on and upward. It is true that we must always be ascending or descending; we cannot remain still, we must either fall back or advance. But our school days, the time when the mind is developing and forming, is the time of the greatest ascension. It is then that the brain is most ready to receive; it is then that the character is formed for future life. Each act or thought, be it ever so small, will some time make itself known. Our school days are the days of happy hours. In them we form true friendships that will last throughout the coming years, and though we are scattered far apart, time or distance can never blot out the memory of our happy school days. They will come back to us in dark hours of sorrow. In our dreams we will live again the time we spent in forming the golden chains of friendship, whose links can never be broken or rusted apart. And when we are tottering down the hill of life, vve will look back and long for just once more our “Happy School Days.”

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United States, Sjurn United States, my home, O sacred land of worth; Thy vales and streams, thy plains and'woods; Thy rock-ribbed hills and rushing floods; Fit home art thou for freedom’s birth. My native land, my heartstrings swell With Orphean music as I dwell On all that thou hast given me; On all that’s kept in store by thee. Thy sacred soil we tread with joyous step and free; No conqu’ring foot shall press thy sod; While strength remains, with help of God All foes before our might shall flee. To all the world we give a hand of greeting kind; May no false step be ours to break The peace we pray mankind to make; One mighty brotherhood to bind. i i :t4