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

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Under the leadership of the over-aetive Mick and the illustrious Madelyn, the class of 20 took rapid strides forward. The Senior chuckled. ttMick certainly took things by stormf, he reflected; after being a class officer for three years and then capturing most of the awards, he graduated with the class of 19 in search of other nelds t0 conquerit He eagerly followed the knights of the Purple and Gold, and his heart thrilled with pride and joy as he went with'them t0 the Odeon t0 the most wonderful Junior Prom that has ever been given; and also as he traced their feats in athletics. Then, as he sat before the stage on the roof garden, he shouted with glee to see Dave untie the ttnautical knot and make things right between Clifton and Claire, while Herb plighted his vows with the f ir Reta. Ere he was aware of it, tha scene faded before the brilliancy 0f the next. A second time he saw the long pr cession wind down Main street, but this time the banner of Gold and Purple was w ving proudly at the head. He went to the class election and cast his vote again for Sherm Preece and Olive, who were given the hnal dharge of the class, and who lead them with flying colors to the end of their four-yearsl march. Parties came thick and fast and he had a hard time to follow them all up. Then .oame the basketball season, and he went to the gym and saw the Gold and Blue streak, as Brother Maw dreamed it, glide over the hoor to many a victory, with Sherm and LeRoy as star gliders. Once more he saw the school hit by the flu, but it was only tthit. As he passed through Barratt Hall he saw Alex leading the choir majestically, and Caroline at the piano, and about one-half of the seats in the hall vacant. He grinned sheep- ishly as he looked over those two weeks in which the casualty list of stricken faculty members was read off every day, and saw how excited everybody was to get the news of one more class minus a'teacher. But he also noticed that everybody was glad when those days were over. He watched with pride the student body court grow under the careful administra- tion of Justice Bingham; and he voted again to uphold the constitution and new by-laws of the student body. He was next lead to the Salt Lake Theatre where he watched with ecstacy Naomi as a cook with a personality; and was shocked at the way Ruth utterly defied her ttboss when he but displayed his rightful power; and oh, wasn,t he happy to see them make up, for he did detest family quarrels. He was taken once more to the Odeon where the splendor of the Senior Commence- ment dance dazzled him, but he as rushed from that back to the stage, to behold Reta, the entrancing Priscilla, giv her hand to Allan rather than to Max Greer. These events, following each other up so closely, seemed merely leading up to the climax. enacted in the Assemt ly Hall on that ever-to-be-remembered night. He saw himself sitting as if on pins and needles through the speeches, and next marching up to receive his diploma, his receipt for value rendered during the past four years, with trembling hands, and theneit was all over. As he came back into the present, the spirit of the school whispered, ttAre you ready now to go on? The young man glanced ahead, and answered resolutely, If you will ever stay with me. So the spirit lead him into the future. OTHER SENIORS Mary Stevenson, Joseph Wells, Alita Melville, Virla Sharp, Ira Kaar, John Peart, Elizabeth Schofield, Melvin Hoagland, Albert Peterson, Jean Warnock, Nann Russell, Wallace Martin, Seth Oberg, Rowland Merrell, Edna Rigby, Claire Thomas, Ernest Evans, Paul Cannon, Francis Kirkham, Olive Heath, Leland Davy, June Woodruft, Florence Heiner, Milton Stringham, Earl Romney, Eulalia Kirkham, Sharp Daynes, Litka Robinson. Richard Welch, Rulon Howells , illxnrnul rn-IUI H! 11 l IL! 17 U FH'HH'l in run: I! turn nu; upnumM-uM-muuultuunummlmmmnauuunnn aw, i YlHlIIILItiInHIIIIYLHI qumrnnrrmuruntHUrustnun !rrnlrlemrrrIrryzzrrrnInunnVnnn rrrnrr u Irinx n 11x1 ,

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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 !

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