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Show The Editor's Postscript: Writer Reminisces, Voices Sentiments For Grads of '43 Dreams, those sometimes abstract wisps of meditation, are as prolific today at graduation grad-uation as last year or the year before, but indications are that graduates gradu-ates in the class of '43 will have less occasion to bank on i their dreams coming true FW than any other class in- the M f vfl history of South high school, g fj 1 Even the students who W graduated during the in- U gf M$ fancy of South high into the American life being torn by economic depression, some- I how managed to escape the f,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,! 7 bitter blast of the world's pent up sufferings which MILT may be. launched at us. We are being sent into a world with uncertain aspects as-pects such as few other classes have ever known. But for the information of any and all concerned, we know these things, and we're ready to meet 'em. Tomorrow? What can it bring? Happiness, Happi-ness, maybe grief! Either way the coin lands when flipped by fate, it would take a swallow of quite a bitter solvent to take from us the remembrance of the joys gathered during our years at South. As I sit in front of my typewriter, pounding pound-ing out the last bit of opinion which will come from me into the columns of Scribe, maybe I'm getting a little sentimental. If so, it's a good, healthy, ripe sentimentalism. Maybe it will help me to grasp more securely the memories of South's dark halls, airy classrooms, class-rooms, regularly scheduled assemblies whole grain with a little corn and those associations associa-tions which may now be lost to us, forever. Leake, Dick Jolly, and others who left to join the Navy V-l programs at the University of Utah. We hadn't forgotten you, fellows. In lieu of exact information on the status of the student stu-dent government after your withdrawal from the school, we withheld publishing your absence. ab-sence. Jock Giacomo very adequately filled in for Deeber, although he was missed, and South enjoyed the policy of "Carry On;" so here is our apology and wish for you to keep up the good work. The familiar jump clock on the wall has gathered its minutes to chime that this rambling ramb-ling must end. With this warning, we pass into another realm, the commencement of life; and we write for this year our final SO. The president sent his greetings to a number num-ber of Southerners last week, and those loyal Cubs will soon be joining the armed forces to help wipe the impressions of victory from the minds of the Axis with good-old South high FIGHT. Tommy Challis, news editor of the Scribe this year, had his call this morning at 6:45, and he may not be present for gradua tion or the award dinner dance. Such is the sacrifice we must make. "The eyes of South high are upon you," Tommy lad, and upon every Southerner who joins you in your efforts with the fighting Yankee forces. These things bring in mind the fact that we haven't had a line in Scribe about Dee Lowder, Dave McLelland, Buzz Tingey, Lewis |