Weber State University - Acorn Yearbook (Ogden, UT)

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The Acorn—Page In Commercial Geography Mr. Shurtliff asked. “Mr. Bingham, do you change your suits with the style?” “Yes sir.” came the prompt response. We notice that the style 1ms not changed for two years With all these trials and troubles, which we endure without a murmur, don’t you think our patience is perfect? Zclla Stephens. ’06. THE VOYAGE OF LIFE,. School Commencement Day is the beginning of the voyage of life. Be- fore that time every man depends more or less upon others for his guidance: but now he must learn to steer his own ship. He looks with pleasure and satisfaction at the vessel assigned to him, and examines every part to learn its strength and power of endurance; and views with pride the white spotless sails playing in the breeze. As he pushes out from shore he assures himself of a pleasant journey because the sky looks so clear, and the water so calm. A few miles out he meets a little squall, and discovering, to his sorrow, a weak point in his ship, turns back to port to have the weakness remedied, and gain more knowledge of the steering of the vessel. After this first ex perience he feels better prepared to meet the greater storms, and thinks his ship better fitted for the long, hard journey before him on the great sea of life. The sea again becomes calm, and as he sails peacefully along, he looks around on the waters and sees many white specks in the distance in all direct- ions. These he concludes to he the ships of his friends, and by these he can not help but mark his progress. In looking ahead, he sees a dark speck on the horizon, just a shadow of the coming st orm: but as he watches, and the wind increases, it seems to grow, and soon the whole skv is covered with blackness. The winds dash the waves against the ship, and it is tossed about like a ball. During this great storm of temptation and misfortune, the ship is hasteued on toward the opposite

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COMMERCIAL TROUBLES. The Acorn—Page i j For one long year we have enjoyed the labors of our Commercial teach- er. and we know that his efforts are always in our behalf; bub for all this we have troubles We often wonder why Mr. ShurtlitT talks to us, in Commercial Law, so much about marriage. It must be that he has heard some one speak on the subject. He surely can’t be old enough to know for himself. Etta blushes terribly when he mentions ••such a horrid thing.” When Charley and Eddie are conversing over a business transaction, our teacher looks at the girls and says, “Please make less noise,” at which the girls frown and suppressed giggles are heard from the boys. If you Could see the little mouse that has been our daily visitor during the year, you would'nt wonder why Hattie sits on her feet and why Esther gives an occasional scream. Whenever we come from dinner we find the Band boys have taken our chairs; so is it any wonder that the girls tie their chairs to the table legs? Then, if you had to listen to the discords three times a week you would’nt wonder why we get our balance sheets wrong, and why Eva often exclaims, • Oh, what a dunce I am!” When we want to type-write its no use the band is in one room and Mr. Shurtliff has a class in the other: but he can’t imagine why we do not hand in more lessons. Whenever the girls have a class in front of the room, Austin comes in late so that he can smile at them, and they can admire his “dainty” steps. We wonder why our banker doesn’t occupy the banks, it must be that he has a guilty conscience when behind the bars, or perhaps it brings back the past. The Commercial students must always give up their looms to the extra classes and must not s ty a word when the dance committees come hustling in with their noisy invitations. The other day our teacher was called out of the room; and upon his re- turn, what should we see but a beautiful red carnation on his coat. It was very much like the one Miss King had that morning

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coast. He sees coining toward him, the white specks that were in the dis- tance. Their sails are torn, and the ships seem to be having a hard time to withstand the tempest; and the sailors, in despair, are letting them drift along at t he mercy of the raging sea Cries of anguish are heard as the ships part, and let their captains sink in discouragement. Now that the opposite coast is in sight, he gains courage, and puts forth all his energy to reach it in safety. Then lie sees others dashed against the rock bound coasts of dishonesty, intemperance and shame, just as they are about to win the goal. Spurred on by this terrible sight, he does all in his power to guard against their fate, and trusting in the strength of his ship and in the rules of land and sea; he enters the mouth of the harbor. Here is another difficulty to overcome. Through the dense fog of ex- treme old age he cannot see his way. and therefore must have a pilot to guide him safely to the wharf. As he steps out on to the land, he turns once more to look at his faithful ship. He sees it weather-beaten and weakened by the storms of life: hut well loaded with experience in the trials of the voyage. Let us then, heed the warnings of older sailors on this great sea. and make our ships strong enough to withstand the storms that they will have to meet. SKELETON’S STORY. There has been one feature of the Domestic Arts Social, which has not been related to the students, either for reason of the nervous attacks I have had since that night, or my timidity in posing as a writer or speaker. But even though it does reflect a little discredit on me for sleeping during such a time of jollity. I feel it my duty to explain, before school closes, what 1 learned of the life of our skeleton and the origin of our school. Growing tired of the ear-splitting sounds of the Brass Band, as they played Yankee Doodle, and of waiting for my companions who were entangled in the spider-web, being unable to go home until the spell was broken at midnight. I wandered upstairs to Room K, and took a seat in the corner near the heater—T will leave you to guess the result.