Murray High School - Crest Yearbook (Murray, UT)

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Qlnnarienre The aim of the young generation Is securing the things they craveg But in getting, they do little thinking And to bad habit soon become slaves. X Our conscience is helping us always, 2 To do the good things and do rightg ut often in rash, erring moments, - S We o'er rule it and put out our light. ls there such a thing as conscience? Some people doubt it exists, For this and a few other reasons, Bad habits enter our midsts. ' VVhat is the culpable feeling Of our being when we do a wrong deed? Is it not our conscience 's warning, l Should we not this small voice heed? Then give us an explanation, l Of emotions that thrill our soulg When we choose the right from the wrong deed, And finally reach our goal. EARL ANDERSON, '21, Arrnarh Iris Holbrook held the delicate dress of rose and silver against her, tilted her pretty head to one side and surveyed herself proudly in the glass. A sudden gasp of '4Ohs and Ahs filled the room. 'tIsn't it a perfect dream? cried Emily Brinton. '4You'll look perfectly wonderful in it, Irisf' said Doris Grey, then added dreamily, Hlt reminds me of a rose colored lake with silvery ripples. A laugh came from the merry little group. You always have to add a touch of story book to everything, Doris, said Iris, as she laid the dress in its place. '4Wliat kind of rip- ples has yours? she asked, laughingly. 4'Mother hasn,t sent mine yet. Her face grew wistful as she thought of the mother at home. She knew well the sacrifice that would have to be made to send even the dress-without ripples Q For two weeks thc school had been fairly alive with the buzz of voices. Summer vacations were near and Miss Cornwall had planned I

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a party for the girls before they left for their homes. Dresses were being planned by all-and such dresses-real party gowns-something very unusual at the Browning Boarding School. Ever since the invitations had been received the girls had no room in their brains for anything except the party. Perhaps no girl in the school looked forward to the event with more enthusiasm than did Doris. A letter had been sent home, telling of the party and begging for a dress. For a week she had waited patiently for an answer. It came at last. She ra.n to her room, her eyes bright, the letter clutched tightly in her hand. Trembling she broke the seal. Ex- citedly she scanned the carefully penned words down to the last one- Mother.', I-Ier fingers loosened, the letter dropped to the floor unheeded. Her eyes had lost their glow and the Hush that had dyed her cheeks faded. liiechanically she walked across the room and knelt beside the little worn trunk. Carefully she lifted from somewhere among its contents a flimsy wlnte muslin dress. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes tight to keep back the tears, while visions of the party passed before her. There was Iris in the rose and silver, Emily in her delicate blue, Ruth in her fluffy pink. But there in the corner taking no part in the fun sat a girl in plain white muslin. She Woke from her reverie with a start and rose to her feet, deter- mined to face it all bravely. And when after classes that day the girls gathered once more to pour over the event now so near, Doris told all a.nd none could ever have guessed the disappointment that lay beneath her faint smile. Some were sympathetic, others paid little or no atten- tion, while Iris only curved her lip into a curious half smile and said with an air of pride, Of course you won 't go to the party in that white one you had last summer, will you? NVouldn 't you feel terrible among all us girls in our party gowns? Yes-but really, do dresses matter so very much 'Z-I wouldn't look as pretty as you do in any dress, Iris, but I wouldn't stay away from the party even if I did have to go in muslinf' Iris only tossed her head, but the subject of dresses was no longer discussed. Early on the day o ie par y ' . ,fy g g . - 1 knock camek to her door. NV1th her come in h Iris stepped into tan' room. Taking an offered chair, she began in a quick excited voice. Miss Cornwall, I received fifty dollars from home last week and I find this . . 77 morning It has been taken from my room. Miss Cornwall leaned back in her chair.. For at least twe'ScCi0Ef? she said nothing but evidently she was turning something our 11 mind. At length she spoke. .V It UWM Are you sure the money has not been misp aut . 1 n U dl . . - H ' V c 'll1C'l ' With the g'11'l7S emphatic Yes, mam, the face of tie D1 P f tl t Miss Cornwall sat in her room A once more grew thoughtful. . O I lr the ropu- I'm sorry, my dear, I to have anything of this natui e ma