Murray High School - Crest Yearbook (Murray, UT)

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then let the center and the forwards take care of the ball. Then go back to your positions and wait for the ball to come into your terri- tory.' No, I wouldn't use them if I were you. Of course if it is neces- sary, absolutely, well you will have to wear one on that lame anklef' You know this, fellows, that pads and braces, no matter where they are used only tend to weaken the particular joint or section of the body which they are used to support. IVell, boys, it is almost time for this half. Go into it, boys, and don't let a second pass without the ball in our territory and a point against Morgan. W'atch their forwards and never let them get their hands on the ball without your helping to take care of it. Use no long pitches for the basket and play them hard. Go into it, boys, this game must be ours and the championship bunting will wave o'er the school of the Browning High. -Louis Olsen ,2O. Elgvarr Bag The eleventh of November, The armistice was signed, ,Twas a day I well remember, It brought peace to every mind. The bells tolled out the glorious news, All hearts with rapture thrilled, And mhothers offered thankful prayers For their boys who'd not been killed. And other mothers who'd given so freely, Their sons to the U. S. A. Had felt the pangof sacrifice, For their boys who had marched away. They had crossed that treacherous ocean, Fiercely trapped with submarines bold, And had given their hearts to their country, Their sufferings can never be told. Though each mother was filled with sorrow, Each heart swelled out with pride, For she knew that he'd fought bravely, And for his country he had died. Now let us give high praises, To those mothers so brave and true, VVho had given their sons so proudly, To the red, the white, and blue. - ' -Erma Cannegieter 522.

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whim Ennvnig Biinft Hag I-Ionesty may be a good policy but it didn't. work Well for B0bbY' Everything had been left in first class order in the kitchen.. After Bobby had been playing tag with his dog for a Whllfb 116 dCC1dCd he wanted to go into the house to get something to eat, of course the dog followed. You can guess the results if I tell 'you that the back- yard was very muddy and the kitchen floor white. Bobby looked around and saw the footprints of the dog--his half Stood OU C1'1d5- Oh gosh. I oughtn't to have let that pup in. Look atithe floor. Now I'll catch it. All of a sudden a brilliant idea struck him. Say. I'll be like George VVashington-be honest and tell the truth. Father won't have the heart to lick me then. U just then father came into the kitchen and on seeing the foot- prints said very angrily: W7ho let that dog in? Bobby pulled a long face and tried to look serious. I did, pa, I cannot tell a lie. Result-Father put Bobby over his knee and through sobs Bobby said to himself: Never again. -Sylva Farrar '19, 51112 Glnurh Flu Min Ifinga The quint of the Browning I-Iigh School were stretched out on the rubbing benches in their dressing room. They had just finished play- ing the hrst help of their last game with Bolton I-Iigh. Fifteen-thirty in our favor. That's the way to play ball, fellows! Wfork, work, work. Wfork your heads off. Remember if we get this game, We get a trip to the coast and a chance at the championship bunting, You can get this game if you will. Just keep this stride you have started. They are almost ready to stop, now they see the odds are against them. No, sorry, boys, it's impossible to drink any water as it'll choke off your wind and cause cramps. Lemons? Yes, here are some and a little gum won't bother you. Lie down. Rest your legs and feet but be sure not to catch cold, cover up wellf' Yes, of course you're hot, but sweating's a sign that you've been working and then it creates a good appetite and makes sleep come easyf' ' Now, Markle, don't use that dribble so often. Pass it to Marg- gets or someone else. And the rest of you hold that ball a little longer. No, I don't mean to stand and hold it for an hour but locate a man and bang it to him. Yes, use the two-handed short pass it will help to break their defense. You guards, of course, want to help, but get the ball past center S

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illllag Glimv Spring is tripping oier the hillS, Shining in the sparkling rills, Bringing sunshine, birds, and bees, And the blossoms for the trees. See the larks are soaring high, In the cloudless, blue, spring sky, Wlhile the farmer plows the row VVhere roamed the Indians long ago. And the swallows dip and fly, As the brook goes murmuring by, All the world just seems to sing . Telling the people of glad new spring. -Lyle Welnster, Eighth. mm Zlitrnt Evrnuw Jackie, up to his tenth year, had always declared himself a woman hater. He was a handsome little fellow, and no doubt there had been many shy feminine glances cast at him, but he ignored them all until one day in early spring he was loitering home from school. He had gone quite a few blocks out of his way because his mother had told him to call at Aunt May's with a package. There was a tiny spark of rebellion inside of him, because he had to go so far out of his way. He was passing a house, and he just merely glanced at it, when his heart played a trick on him. It began to beat faster than normal. There on the porch sat an adorable little girl. She looked like an angel to him. The sunlight struck her golden hair and to his eyes it looked like a halo around her head. He stood and stared at her until she happened to look at him. The blood surged up to the roots of his hair and he turned abruptly and walked away. That night he dreamed exciting dreams. He thought he was capturing her from dragons and frightful monsters. He dreamed all day in school, also. Every day he astonished his aunt by going to call on her. He would always whistle very loud when he passed a certain place, hoping fervently he might see her. At last one clay he met her, but alas, not at all the way he had dreamed of doing. He was rushing around the school house. Around the other corner came his angel. They collided and bumped heads. The angel turned into a wild cat. The first thing jackie knew, was that his hair was being pulled and his face pounded. He jerked himself free and ran away to reflect sadly on human nature and resolved never to adore anyone again. -Louise Bentz '20. S