Weber State University - Acorn Yearbook (Ogden, UT)

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jfaretoell to tfje Class of’U trom tfje Class of 1912 O, you who have carved thy hallowed names upon familiar battlefields, why must you go into the world? But we ask thee not to remain, tho it makes us feel bitter to see thee leave. O, why must the best of enemies part? O, you whose names have weekly adorned the schoolroom, O. you whose mighty voice ever roared with determination, thou wilt be grievously missed. But we charge thee never to forget thy comrades who were ever ready to quarrel with thee or aid thee in distress. And when each of thee hath scaled thine Alps and conquered the world, still think of us as the mighty Class of ’12, who are closely following thy footsteps on the round of the ladder of fame. ant bsi. WANTED- By Prof. Henderson, a reformed class of Junior girls. WANTED—By Dr. Miller, all students’ heads to be red (read). No blackheads need apply. Any one wishing lessons in doggerel verse poetry apply to Dear Hart. (Poet Laureate.) WANTED—By Zina R. Larkin, more authority and less excitement. WANTED—By Prof. Porter, a key to flowers. WANTED- By Bro. Ridges, boys to nail all they saw on the bench. Any one wishing information regarding good vices (vises) apply to Manual Training Boys. All Juniors needing good advice, advised by the best adviser and given advisedly, apply to Bro. Cowles.

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Eve, who lead the mighty tribe away from the righteous teachings of their ji into the hills of destruction. 15. And yea, the great judge was exceedingly wroth, in so much tha cast them out from his sight. 16. And Lo and behold they wandered three days and three nights in wilderness, and they were lifted up in the pride of their hearts in so much that did not repent, and they were rejected and their names blotted out, and they i not numbered among the righteous. 17. Nevertheless after due repentance, they were recalled again to d among the righteous, wherefore they again gained favor in the sight of the g judge, and they walked in all his ways. 18. And now, behold peace and love was restored among the people, i much that they searched the Scriptures, and hearkened no more unto the w of Eve. 19. And yea, even now it came to pass, that great preparations were n among the tribe of Gilbert, for a time of rejoicing with the tribe of Ernest, for the tribe of Ernest were preparing to journey across the mighty waters an unknown land to seek the lest tribes that had gone before them. 20. Now verily, it came to pass that the writers of this record are gro old, and will leave this record to be completed by the more righteous who c hereafter. 21. And this ends the record of the first year of the reign of Judge Hender over the tribe of Gilbert even in the years of Nineteen Hundred Ten and N teen Hundred Eleven, and such is the record of the Class of Nineteen Twel Even so, Amen.

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®()e Close of Vacation The last happy day was over, The evening had just begun, The hills of tranquil beauty Bade slowly adieu to the sun. My soul was filled with sorrow, As I though of the coining day, For tomorrow our camp would be silent. And wo would be on our way. But my spirits were soon enlivened, As from my shoulder I took The source of mv summer's joy, The spoils of the mountaiu brook. My friends came crowding around me. And one by one they spread out, The result of an arduous day’s sporting. A catch of beautiful trout. That night as 1 sat by the camp fire Thinking of the days gone by, T remember how I loved that old camp ground, And how I hated to bid it good-bye. I think I shall always remember, How on that beautiful night Alone I had been left to ponder And dream by the fading light. As minutes changed slowly to hours. The darkness came crowding in folds. The eircle of light slowly faded. And 1 lay beside a heap of red coals. From afar off down the canyon I could hear the hoot of an owl, While occasionally from ’way o’er the hilltops. Resounded a coyote’s dismal howl. O’erhead and off in the darkness The night hawk continued to soar. And his strange sharp cries seemed to mingle. With the river’s constant roar. These sounds were the last 1 remember Until 1 awoke once more— ‘Twas cold, grey dawn of morning. And my summer vacation was o'er. —EZRA JONES. '12.