Snow College - Snowonian Yearbook (Ephraim, UT)

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WOODRUEE ALLAN Circlevillc, Utali Conscientious ami Ambitious. NAOMI COTTER Wales, Utah A worker, intends to accomplish scr.ictking in life. ARMADA BAILEY Ephraini, Utah High marks, her specialty. Has rare musical ability. EDNA JENSEN Salt Lake City, Lhah Likes Geography. Studies Iceland. Greenland and (Le) land. DAYEDA HANSEN Ephraim, Utah She is not frivolous, and she is certainly some cook.

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iVRlGGS LUND Ephraim, Utah Very talkative. Tries to “vamp” all the girls. Is success in sight? LAURA REUSE Wales, Utah • Another student of nature. Prefers birds, especially t h c (W) Ren. OLETA DAVIS Wales. Utah She knows one thing, and that is How (ward). 11.A VVZY Spring City. Utah She is different from the rest. But has many friends, nevertheless. ELSIE LARSEN Fair view, Utah Takes all life offers and smiles her 1 hanks. VARTAN YIORTEXSON Ephraim. Utah When you want a thing go after it.” Varian has gone.

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“IT'S THE LIFE Ten minutes to nine! I felt my pulse quicken and my knees grow suddenly weak. Only ten minutes more a:id they would be in. W ho? If they had been a bunch of savage desperadoes. the fright which was overtaking me could have been no worse. As it was they were only a crowd of “sweet, innocent children.’ However. I questioned their innocence in the schoolroom. 1. myself, had vivid recollections of tacks, paper wads, etc. Why could 1 not muster up that fine courage 1 had had for weeks before. With endless amount of theory in my cranium, and a still greater amount in my books. I was fully prepared to meet any emergency. (Fond dreams. I assure you). They were in the room. I attempted to smile a pleasant good morning which resulted in a terrible grimace and several suppressed giggles. “Bubbles was suggested as a song for opening exercises. “Fine.’’ said I .What luck that they should choose one I knew so well. Grasping the edge of the desk to control my nervousness. I began the familiar strain. “Fm forever blowing bubbles-----. I suddenly realized 1 was “Bub- bling alone, and the uproar that followed was far from soothing. To my horror I learned that my “Bubbles and theirs, were never blown by the same composer. The events which followed on that never-to-be-forgotten day, are too numerous and touching ( ?) to relate. By closing time my theory was buried forever. I was a staunch supporter of corporal punishment and all other teachers' hobbies. I smiled with satisfaction as 1 thought of the shaking I gave the kid who laughed at my writing. I breathed a sigh of content as 1 glanced at the pair of huskies memorizing a ten-stanza poem; at a similar pair struggling with decimals: and at the innocent-looking chap cleaning blackboards. W hen asked for the plural of child, he had glibly answered “twins. It was over and what a relief. 1 felt like a punctured toy balloon and wondered if I'd ever he like I used to be. How's teaching?” called a voice, to which 1 quickly answered. “It’s the life. Almera Anderson.