Weber State University - Acorn Yearbook (Ogden, UT)

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Tht .honi—Page iS In Room K, where the last stage of the art of witchcraft was taught they made the atmosphere one of drowsiness, so the pupils minds would be- come blank and they would forget everything they had ever learned, and be- come dull and stupid. In the Laboratory B where the charms were taught which could only be accomplished where there was no ether, they caused the Professor to have terrible nightmares, and ali the horrible creatures he saw would con- tinually warn him under pain of death, never to open the windows so the ether could escape The history of witchcraft was taught in Room M. In this class the students were injured by falls caused by those evil-plotting witches Every once and a while one of the scholars who were learning quite rapidly, would stumble over or fall from a seat and be disabled so that he could not resume his study. As morning draws nigh, T must tell the rest some other time But perhaps you are curious to know something of me and why 1 know all this. I wasoneof the wizards who taught in this school, and for doing so was locked by the others in the little room off Room B There I starved to death and years after my bones were picked up and wired together. Now you have heard part of my story, you are perhaps interested enough to be willing to listen to the rest some other time In the meantime I must go back to mv dismal closet, thereto remain forever. “Let such teach others who themselves excel.’’ Florence Woolley. ‘07.

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The Acorn—Page 7 How long I slept J know not, but I was suddenly awakened by weird sounds of the rustling of dry bones and a voice like the moaning of the winds. I looked around, all was dark, every sound of festivity had died away. 1 listened, and the moaning shaped itself into the words: 1-Doomed! doomed! to pace these dreary halls! No rest! No rest! for my weary limbs, till some mortal give ear to my story.” As these last words fell upon my terrified soul, there appeared in the dim light of the doorway a skeleton. It moved toward me, and I screamed, but that scream echoing through the empty halls only told one that I was alone with this fearful guest. “Peace, mortal, and no harm shall come to thee, but thou must stay and hear my story, for I have long sought thee.” “Centuries ago, there lived in a great forest which covered this land, a city of giants. They were very superstitious and dared not disobey anything their wizards and witches told them to do. In the centre of the forest they built a large castle, and in this castle witchcraft had full sway. It happened, one day, that one of these giants wandered faraway from his home and learned of the schools in civilized countries. lie went home and told his people the little he knew of those schools, and they immediately decided to build one in their land. They built a grand academy, but knew nothing of Domestic Arts, Ath- letics, or manual training, but only of blackboards and desks. These giants were queer shaped people, very tall, and very thin. Some had long legs and short waists, others short legs and long waists. The seats of this school were built accordingly: a high seat and a low desk for the long-legged short- waisted one, and a low seat and high desk for the short-legged long waisted one. The children in this land, who were about the size of men now, were not allowed to write on the blackboards, for the teachers were afraid that their pupils would become brighter than they, if the samejadvantages were allowed them; and for this reason the blackboards were built high, and were convenient only for the grown giants. The witches were very displeased with this Academy, for they feared that the people might be taught witchcraft in this school and they would no longer come for information. When they heard that one of their number had consented to teach witchcraft, they all gathered together to determine what could be done. They decided to weave spells that could never be broken over the different class rooms, and interfer with the students’ learning.

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'Ve look through our spy glasses. And faults of others view; Looking in the other end, Our own seem very few. To turn the glass around Would he the nobler plan? Magnify our own faults, Not those of a fellowman. Seek out the good in others, Find all of it you can: But if for faults you look, You may your own life scan. When you find in others A fault that you despise, Look into your own soul: Perhaps it ’s there disguised. The good we see in others Inspires a righteous life. The faults we give to others Spread seeds of care, and strife. Then let us seek the roses. From out life’s thorny bed: And bury deep the stinging prong, That shows it's threatening head. H. C. S.