Latter Day Saints Business College - S Book Yearbook (Salt Lake City, UT)

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KATHRYN SPENCER A quiet, unassuming girl of high ideals. NORMA STORRS LUCILLE HACKING We admire her for her beauty, respect A vast amount of good sense. her for her 1ntelligence, and adore her for her virtue. RUSSELL VVEILER GRACE HORTON The aim, if reached or not, makes one XVhat sunshine is to flowers, smiles are great. to humanity. J. G. BINGHAM By the work, one knows the workman.

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JJJJJJLLAJJUJUJJJJJJLUJJJ 47b ti JJITHIX 7:1 1 ii L11 1 J 12.3.. U LLLM LL 1.3.1.1 3 a it a N. D i W, . V, H: 3! SENIOR REM INISCENSES The Senior was standing on the threshold of the world, as it seemed to him, and by his side was the spirit of the school ready to give him his start in the new life. But the young man hesitated about stepping forward, and turning to his companion, said, ttThe time that we have been together has been so short, let me go back once more with you into those never-to-be-forgotten days. So the spirit lead him back into the past. Standing on a corner, he watched a long procession of students marching jauntily down the street. Though it all seemed far away and rather dim, yet he could dis- tinguish upon the banner at their head the words. liFounders Day, 1916?, He smiled with satisfaction as he got his bearings, and eagerly watched for his class. They came at last, a crowd of youngsters skipping along at the end of the line, headed by a banner of purple, on which gleamed the golden figures, tt1920. He followed the wearers of the 20 through all their travels of that year, which were many and strange to them; to devotional, where they were enthroned above all others, to their parties, and to their athletics. And everywhere was the faithful Loraine, who lead them, green as they were, successfully through the period of initiation. ' As there seemed to be a haze over everything, he found it difficult to distinguish all his old acquaintances, among whom was a personage, diminuitive 0f stature, who seemed to be everywhere at once, helping wherever he could, but whom he could not identify. As he pondered as to whom it could be, the school spirit murmured softly, nCould you have forgotten so soon? The, Senior started guiltily, and then cried excitedly as the broad grin of recogni- tion spread over his face, Why, it's Cornwall himself! And through the distance of four years he heard the familiar voice, ttAltogether now, you in the gallery. The Senior became one in that far-off gallery and gave nine lusty rahs for the school. The scene changed. Before him was another long line of students. This time, however, instead of marching t0 the strain of the ttGold and Blue, it was pushing feverishly forward to the tune of dill pickles and hard-tack that had kept Pershing company in Mexico. This Founders Day, he also noticed that the '20 banner had moved up a step in the procession. During this period of their history, the able chaperon of the class was Clifton Jacobson, seconded by LaFawn of the Winsome smile. The Senior noticed, however, that everything this year was changed. The usual idle chatter and gossip in devotional seemed to have been stopped. The parties were few, but were filled with good spirit, always under the direction of Hoover. Everywhere was talk of Liberty bonds; raids were made on the worthy people of the city for Red Cross memberships; and contests were held as to who could lick the most Thrift stamps per card, who could plant the most potatoes per row, and who could eat the most corn-bread and carrots for lunch. The dominating spirits of these days were the honorable Woodrow Wilson, Sir Herbert Hoover, and the all-powerful McAdoo. And through all the different sights and sounds, he heard the rhythm and beat of tiJohnny, get your gun, America, needs you, uKeep the home fires burning bright, Three cheers for the Red, White and Blue! The Senior stood aghast at that which his eyes next beheld. Many were the vacant seats in Barratt Hall. of well-known and active students and teachers, both; and what was more, one-third of the whole year before him was utterly blank. Then he remembered. Everyone was still singing, tiVVe wont be back till its over, over theref, and it wasnt over, over there, yet. And as he contemplated the entire three months that were hidden from view, he remarked seriously, tiYes, that was the time the triul nearly got usfl But he grinned broadly as he saw the heavily-masked figures take their old-time places. And everything soon assumed its normal appear- ance. HrrlrillllUlIIIJHV'UIHOU1Htlllli'lTTi'WiW 3 3 ; l i ,. i E : t . t, IUlHli711HfHUiiUI7HVII?! A i .in. 9., u !