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Show ' Ji immrtirui " HI II I 53 Pardon My Horns! News of Interest To Red Devils Just a few more weeks of school and then sorrow of sorrows, it's back to the hard labor of summer. There are two different viewpoints view-points on that, of course. Some people, believe it or not, would rather go to school. With everyone every-one migrating to the lawns during dur-ing noon hour and the students staring out the window instead of at their watches, although both can be done at once (ask me), Spring is truly here. A few of us look sadly at how many days we've been absent and realize we can't afford to sluff. Last week the council sponsored the most successful matinee dance that Springville high has ever had. There was over 50 per cent participation and everyone agreed they wanted more. Part of its popularity pop-ularity couldn't have been due to the blacked-out auditorium, could that says things to yourself) ( "There's Jackie again!" A lot of boys -in this town would like to join some branch of the armed services just to come home and get attention. The Junior class, or a big part of it, is preparing its promenade for the Junior Prom. The dance will be Tango style with Margery Miner helping out. The Prom Committee, Com-mittee, Jay Haymond, Colleen Hol-ley, Hol-ley, . Sharlene Bjarnson, Milan Packard, and others are making preparations for the big event April 14. That will be the same day as the commercial contest in Provo. Main contenders for that are practicing daily in the type room. Soon, too, will be the day to pay the balance on yearbooks and then before we know it school will be out. Only let's not be crying over milk that's not been spilt yet or some proverb to that effect. And may I say in parting, that Norman Rockwell painted "Icabod Crane" and not Rockwell Kent. I get in trouble with pepole that live hundreds of miles away even, yet, hardly. And with that, I will leave you with my Golden Thought for the day. Sorry, looking over my files, I see I am fresh out of Golden Thoughts, so, so long. IMPY. hit ? How crude to even suggest such a thing!! The U. S. A. C. brought down an assemblly featuring a quartet with none other than (Blare of trumpets might be appropriate here) Our Boy, Don Gottfredson. He is being appreciated up there almost as much as he is here at home, and no wonder. The A. C. president surprised everyone when he had several boys leave for disturbance dis-turbance and made the pianist change his program from some-thing-or-other to Beethoven. That didn't rnake a very good impression impres-sion but it was such a beautiful program it didn't matter. Friday the biggest part of the student body sluffed the Opening Art Assembly which was celebrating celebrat-ing the Centennial. The Art Queens looked lovely. The audience was full of new spring hats and little children. The Delta Phis from the BYU sang and other numbers on the program helped to usher in this 1950 Art Exhibit. Friday, too, some of our boys went up to the FFA convention in Salt Lake City with Mary Metcalf as their sweetheart sweet-heart queen and Vonda Clayson, her attendant. Mary Metcalf was chosen first attendant to the State queen. Don't see why she didn't get first place but she did alright. Must have been a nice convention, and again I say, enough said. And again Momma wonders just what that means. Traveling the movie circuit, it seems like going to the movies has become fashionable again. It ranks above swimming even. And heaven only knows swimming is pretty rank. Rank, stink, get it? Ha, ha, we knew you'd catch on sooner or later. Then too, you have heard that if all the cars in America were placed end to end it would be Sunday afternoon, haven't you? It's cointinly true, (My Brooklyn accent getting the best of me) and if you get caught in a traffic jam you just follow the crowd. And where is the crowd going? Ah, now THAT is a good question. We saw Jackie Martain every day of the week in . a new and completely different outfit. Are the Marines making a clothes-horse clothes-horse out of him or a rough, tough, fightin man with plenty of get-up-and-go? No, no, I BEG your pardon. He had to figure up a line to hand out to the crowds that formed around him everywhere every-where he went. You would see a clump of people standing on the street, and you would say to yourself your-self (that is if you are the type |