Weber State University - Acorn Yearbook (Ogden, UT)

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Tbt Atom—Page 23 I doubt if I can ever that break succeed to fix. i feel to go and hide or do some dreadful deed; I guess that silly blunder was just what f did need; So now I II take those problems and work from morn till night. And study out the process till answers come out right. Perhaps if nothing happens to mar my thoughts again. I can by concentration, and using might and main. Learn rules of gravitation, and raise that mark of mine; Mistakes, of course, must happen to be made right in time. .So now my dearest schoolmates. 1. you a warning give, That should you. through this folly, the poor victim outlive, Your fate may be far different from what is mine, you know. When to the busy class rooms for tests you often go. In learning now of‘limits ami ‘’bounds” for goodness sake. Just know Geometry ’tis and “measurements” at stake: But when you talk of “bodies a'falling through the air,” Remember vou'r in Physic's where “gravity’s” the care. And, now, with this reminder. 1 leave you. students, all, To work them out by digging the answers great, though small. S. M. YV.

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A STUDENT S COMPLAINT. The Acorn—Page Oh dear I’ll never master this Mathematic lore, I never was so muddled in all my life before; For last week down in Physics, our jolly Mr. Lind Just proved to us that distance that’s gained towards the end, Is greater t han when started, and now good gracious gun 1 don’t t hink I will ever the mystery o’ereome Our great. Mr. McKendrick has changed us all around. By telling us an object can never reach it’s bound: But slower, slower, slower it toils eternally. Geometry and Physics to me all disagree. I’m mixed all up Oh my! By such logical discourse, We students throughout time and space can never end our course; But study on forever, and when our deaths shall come, There still shall be a millionth of learning not yet won Though it be but a fraction of what we had at first, The end we’ll never reach, and this is not the worst: Geometry this morning, in Phvs.ics, too. alas, We had examinations. Confound that moving mass! For round about I turned it, and wrote in ecstasy. 'I'he rules of “falling bodies” in grave Geometry. The same I did in Physics with “limit bound,” ah me. J wonder, will these classes forever disagree ? And. then, for all my study and ’xamination crams. I got a great big Zero on both of my exams! It makes me kind o’ angry, a fellow’s studying hard. To fail in both his classes; the mark upon his card Is lowered down to sixty! That was an awful mix.

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THE. CYCLE OF LIFE. The Acorn—Page 2} Like a pure, clear spring that bubbles from the mountain side our souls come forth from Heaven. We trickle down the rugged hillside of mortal life, uniting with the great stream f humanity. Forced by the walls of future progression we How in the one great channel of human existence, wear away the rocks of temptation, sin. and sorrow; and secure for ourselves a clean, smooth bed. O’er this we steadily How until we fall over the golden precipice of life into the still clear sea of Heaven. Leaving behind us our clay made structure to crumble in the silent tomb of all the world, we sink back into the presence of that Body from whom we sprang, carrying with us those thorough dissolved portions of pure sedimeno. which, when deposited, may prove to be a rich mineral vein in the firm strata of Eternity, where it may someday be a source of inspiration and wealth to precious, immortal souls. IMPROVING UPON THE OLD. Oh, pen. when in the old time school-house we Strove !neath our teacher’s rod, to master thee, And twisting down upon some sad old desk, With doleful air and attitude grotesque, And with protruding tongue and beating heart Took our first lesson in the graphic art. And that old copy on the paper poured. Saying, “The pen is mightier than the sword.’’ And then from sudden and dynamic stroke, The pen we leaned on into fragments broke. Some angel told our inexperienced youth, That, after all. that copy told the truth. Louesa Criichlow, '07.