Murray High School - Crest Yearbook (Murray, UT)

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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

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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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why Efvhe Mft I teased and teased our hired girl, Until she wouldn't stay. IVe didn't have her very long, just little moren'n a day. Then dad he looked for near two weeks To find a cook for us, And then he brought an old black one My, didn't I raise a fuss l I didnit like the looks of her NVhen she came here at hrst. Sometimes I felt like saying so Only-didn't think I durst. I tease her moren'n I did the otheryn To see if she'll go away. But sheill stay here just twice as long, I know-she told me so. The other day I took two mice And put them in her room, She hollered and she screamed so loud Pa killed 'm with our broom. That night I took my ma's fur cape And put it in her bed. That scared her even more ,ii mice, I thought she'd lose her head. Wfhen she went up into our loft To gather eggs one day, I took the ladder from the door And left her there to stay. I didn't know just how long she sat, Up there among the hay, But 'spose it was till dad came home, Of course I couldn't say. Every night for three whole weeks, She's had some company. At first I wondered who it was But now I plainly see. It must been some good friend of hers, Ild judge from the way he acts. You see, I know most everything, I looked through the kitchen cracks. One night last week old Mandy said She was going into town, But I'll just bet she ran away. Wfith that 'er Mr. Brown. So after all my teasing her, It Wasn't really me, VVho got our cook to leave, That's plain enough to see. --Ethel Nay lor 22