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Show B. P$ge Two YLD CAT Second Prize Short Story STAFF by students of Brigham Young High School Published Printed by the Herald Printing Company Editor Business Manager Faculty Adivsor Sports Editor News Editor Feature Editor Sports Writer Writer News . .. Feature Writer EDITORIALS an empty and perhaps Christmas Spirit have we to forget that B. Y. is known as an all around school, where people don't have to carry all belongings of value with them, but can trust their school mates enough to leave their property in lockers? The monitors who sit in the hall, and who are often scoffed at by B. Y. student body, are there to protect your property, and to see that some onedoesnt forget that your belongjngs are not there for them to Can We Be Proud Of This? A tradition of B. Y. high fell on ts nose when it was discovered hat the amount of theft around he school was bounding up and ip. Thefts have become so prev-lethat it has been necessary or the student council to take ;ction. Every one knows that the tudent council is in operation to ontrol such things, but never be- has it become necessary for iction to be taken at Brigham foung high school. Some how it eems that students have always teen too proud either of the high chool, or their own sense of pride nt t hardened feeling toward Christmas, it is hard for these people to join in the fun and merriment and profit by the good feelings at Christmas. We must work with them to bring the true Christmas spirit to them so that everyone can really enjoy Christmas. Christmas, too, means a hoLday from school, special programs, good things to eat and many gifts. When Christmas is thought of in thos sense it is belittled, in a way. It is the birthday ow Christ. It is a holy day and we should treat it as such and kep in mind that He gives the true spirit of Christmas in brotherhood, love and giving. What is Christmas spirit? It might be called a spirit of giving of good will and, of peacer Still we find Christmas spirit in a world of turmoil, greed and unhappiness. In order to have Christmas Spirit we must know what it is. Is it a quickening of the heart when we hear Christmas chimes, a secret smile whe new see others happy. Doesnt everyone feel this way, one might ask. No. Many people have grown within themselves and think only of what they want Thus they have on Christmas. use. It seems a shame that anyone him-or- e person would ever consider self so important that he would lower the standards of his school for his own personal gain, Let us, as the student body of B. Y. high regain our claim to a superior school, arid make sure that them reminded las taking that no one can accuse us ever vhat does not belong to them again of forgetting one of our snt quite cricket. What right most important ideals. Tosh Art Class iolds Exhibit announced that tere has been an exhibit of ap carvings, made by B. Y. . eighth graders, in the Joseph mith building this past week. These carvings were done in le eighth grade art classes, lught by Mr. Turner. Many of lem were exceptionally good. The students of Brigham Young !igh school are glad to see its rt department developing as Mr. Turner is. Eckley She slipped two tmn arms into the ragged coat sleeves and stepped out into the cold, brisk air. It was as cold in her home as it was out here, but it was much nicer outside. As she walked, the paper-lik- e soles of her shoes made soft, crunch noises on the frozen snow. She didnt feel like working tonight of all nights. Not that she wanted to stay home she was too lonely for that. As she hurried on her way, she glanced into the windows to see families gathered together about Christmas trees or in front of dancing fires in big fireplaces. There werent any of those things where she lived; there never had been. Once she had a friend who had everything that it took to make a happy Christmas Eve, but now that her friend was gone she never even tasted good food. She had left home early that evening so she would have time to rest a minute. She sat in the deep snow on someones lawn to dream of the past. She heard the friendly old clock in the square strike eight. She leaned back and looked up at the house across the way. It looked so cheery. The air seemed to turn warm, and she felt so cozy. Gradually she began to feel that shes like to be in some ones home. She got up, crossed the street and rang the door bell as though she was dreaming it all. A short, smiling, little man opened the door and bade her enter. She was seated in front of a roaring fire in a large upholstered chair. A girl about her age came into the room with her young brother and sat at her feet on the richly carpeted floor. Soon another woman entered the room with hot chocolate and star shaped cookies. The time seemed to fly by, and she was taken to a large, pink and blue room. She sank into the deep folds of the crisp white sheets. It was warm and cozy. Christmas morning a short, smiling, litle man picked up the morning paper and glanced at the headlines. A smaller print in an obscure corner caught his eye. He sat down, pale and shaking. Children, he said, A poor little child sat across the street last She light, alone, cold and hungry. makwas in sight of our merry ing. She was frozen this morning. I wish she had rung our bell. By Joy Janie Spears Nancy Browning Winston Me reel Bob Hales Barbara Romney Dick Boyle Harold Christensen Kent Lloyd, Dave Young Lyman Durfee Jo Anne Price Oaks. planet Earnie Litchfield Joan Holdaway, Joanna Hobbs What A Life High school days Have you ever been lying in Have their delight, compare your warm, cozy little bed, dream- But they cant school night! With high hlack velvet (foi Peacefully beauty sleep) when suddenly... And then, of course, theres alA horrid clanging noise ways the one about the little with aa hurried twist you moron who thought a mushroom have shoved your head under the was a place to neck! al- pillow, and there, though its most impossible to Weather Forecast! continue your pleasant dreaming, All condtions show that there But not f long oh no new ter- will be more weather this year rors arrive. This has hands than last. this takes a firm hold of those nice warm covers, and despite your clawing desperate fingersex-ina few seconds you are lying lntermidable slowness. Then, oh of the of to bitter the chilling great joy, the happy clamor of posed rush mad the To into air. your Out bell. complete the morning easily misery the monster leans down7 the hall you plunge. Sweptcurrent main in the stairs 'and bugles in your ear down TIME TO GET you sight your locker over about . OCLOCK UP! Mumbling something about ten feet of what impressess you as YOUD never know it, you roll human insanity and shutting out of bed. After your head has your eyes, you turn in that dirstopped bouncing on the f looi yo ection and start to scramble. smk back into dreams, bu THUD. Ah ha! Success. You open itry the floor is what it is cracked up your eyes. Oh well, its only about to be, and so up you struggle into 12 lockers up. After another minthe bathroom. After feeling the or battle you finally make it to cold water over your head, you your locker and fling open the feel a little clearer, and you be- - door. Oh more surprises. A col- gin the strenuous process of dress- 0rful cascade of books comes leapno that ing. During this hour process ing out at you. Screaming one hears or sees anything of yo you are dead (and you have been buried alive) you dig yourself except for about everw three utes you are seen running madly out. Now, bruised and bleeding, around searching for your shoes you gather up your books and which you are sure you left in limp to your next class. This goes the living room under the couch on all morning until noon. Then last night, or your green sweater the monotony is broken, because that was on the chair in the study vou get to race home, slide down all last week. your dinner, begin again. Same Ah ha! 5 minutes About 22 rtiinutes to nine, mo thing until some 3. tie to Now and people, only the ther manages to lasso you 10 lucky ones of course, get to gallop for chair a kitchen to you to minutes, during which time you leisurely the mile and a half 15 minutes. food. in class type leisurelv gulp down your Of course, this very happy and Then at 12 minutes to nine you with are portion of your life is wings peaceful equipped suddenly Arriv-best years, and those school. the to i only and you fly off 16. Ha, ha, ha, ha, has are class the find vears only at 9:03, you ing bat- ha, ha, ha .". No. No, please. Dont real Now the started. already The battle to stay take me away! Please! Im not tle comes. awake. 60 minutes tick by with crazy! Really Im NOT . . . .... . (Continued from page 1) luiring information concerning ssibilities of giving region imbership to persons interested journalism. The club itself is tional, but this suggested plan mid make it possible for more idents to be active in journal- n whithout passing national re- irements. Those students who n qualify for national Quill and roll requirements, will be ac- pted as national members. the boys are now play- basketball, and are getting idy to make a name for them-- ; ves when their league games gin on January 16th. Eleven new Lettermen have en added to the club. They are: Most of ? 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. Harold Christensen Norm- Christiansen - Paul Salisbury Elroy Nelson Grant Brockbank Jim Makin 7. Erven Nelson 8. Don McIntosh 9. Fred Johnson 10. Jae Ballif 11. Forrest Allred ' rr.in-term- Friday, December 19, 1947 Y. U. High School, Provo, Utah en ... . . Winning Short Story By Janice Olson Cynthia Curtis quickly jumped out of her car in front of the luxurious house surrounded by beautiful gardens. She pulled her mink coat up around her shoulders. I dont see why it has to snow so much. If only Dad would take us to some warm place during the winter months. She paused at the front door, If I can only get upstairs before Dad starts on his idea of bringing three children home from the orphanage for Christmas. Why should we turn our home into whom no one else will take? a place for any old riff-ra- ff She opened the door and handed her coat to Cleo she made a dash to slip past her father who was telephoning in the hall, but he put the phone down when he saw her. Oh! there you are, Cynthia; I was just going to call Grace to see if you were about to come home. I want you to see the tree. I decided to get a big one this year to stand on the floor. Every other year we have bought a tiny little tree to be on a table. Oh, Father! exclaimed Cynthia, I dont see why you did such a thing the house will look like a forest and besides, a small treee fits in much better with the furniture, but I guess I can buy another. Ill take care of it, Dad; you neednt worry. No, Jim replied, The children picked this one out so I got , it, and, my dear, it is staying. Anger was clouding Cynthias blue eyes. You cant mean youre actually going through with your plan. I invited Phil to dinner and Oh, how could you? She fairly flew upstairs and slammed the door. Ever since his wife had died seven years ago, Jim Curtic had tried to do his best for Cynthia. He had given her everything money could possibly buy. He knew she expected him to give up the whole idea, and he had really intended to, but when he went down to the orphanage, the three kids Tommy, Richard, and Brenda had greeted him so warmly. They had picked out a tree on the comer and their eyes had shone with pride. When Mrs. Harper finally come around to ask him what he came for, he just couldnt tell her, so he said he wanted to make sure everything was straight. He would call for them Christmas Eve, at Phils coming was something he hadnt counted on. Phil was a young doctor, who had completely won Cynthia over. Lately, how- -' ever, he hadnt ben around very often. Jim could see why his daughter wanted everything just right He also knew that with three children, seven, five and two, one could exepect almost anything. The next two days passed very quickly. He was busy buying Christmas toys he hadnt had so much fun for ages. He roamed from one store to another. He couldnt make up his mind over which doll he liked best, the one with the blue dress and brown iyes or the one with the pink dress and blue eyes. Finally he solved the problem by taking both of them. He hid the toys in the basement. Cynthia would really have a fit if she got a glance at all this. How he wished getting a present for her was as easy and as much fun as 'buying for the children had been. The trouble with aer was that she already had everything. Cynthia had stood it as long as possible. She was convinced er father didnt know what he was doing. She herself would put i stop to all this nonsense. She marched into the orphanage. Golly! Yhat a terrible place the walls were so dingy and drab. The quick -r she got this over with the better. Mrs. Harper approached her. I am Cynthia Curtis and I have read Oh, yes, Miss Curtis, Mrs. Harper exclaimed, about you so often in the paper. Your singing is very lovely if you only knew how the thoughts of just going to your place has helped those children they are getting ready. You are a trifle early, but sit down and Ill fetch them. Cynthia sat down miserably. She hadnt been able to get a word in edgewise. Oh, well, as soon as they came she would just tell them she was sorry but something unexpected had come up and they couldnt take them after all. There were several girls working, typing and straightening out files. It was noisy. She could hear a man telling about a child who needed special medical care, and the orphanage could not afford it. Then the children came out laughing. She couldnt help but notice how pale Brenda .was. She must have been the one the man was speaking of. She found herself carrying Brenda, with the boys racing in front to the car. All the way home they laughed and were so thrilled over it. When they got inside the house, they stood in silence gazing at the beautifully lighted tree and the many presents under it. ' Lets sing Silent Night. Our doctor taught it to us. He is so nice, Tommy said, jumping up and down. As they were gathereing around the piano, Phil came in. His eyes lit up when he saw the children, who ran to him, throwing their arms about his neck. When the noise ceased, Phil explained how' he had gladly consented to be the orphanage doctor. Cynthia fought to keep back her tears. She hadnt wanted the children here because of what Phil would think, and he had been going over them, free of charge, giving them help, eien teaching them Christmas carols. How wrong she had been. She knew now what Christmas really should be. Phil came toward her. You really have the true Christmas spirit, honey. Not everyone who could afford to do this for three homeless kiddies would. Jim was remembering how twenty years before he and his wife had brought home a bundle from the same orphanage as their most wonderful Christmas gift. with the name of Cynthia. five-thirt- y. Thespian Nights Re-Start- A at BYH ed one-a- ct version of The Christmas Carol was presented last night by the second year dramatics class. hTe cast was made up mainly of Thespians and the play was presented as a regular Thursday night Thespian program. These programs are being presented almost every week and have been exceptional. The play Utter Relaxation was presented December 11. It wis directed by Bob Hales and the cast was made up of juniors and sophomores. The preceding week a jurfior high cast played Tom Sawyers Treasure Hunt. The student body is invited to attend these plays for the next Thespian Night and bring your friends for an evening of Eighth Grade Learn Phnetics In Mr. Lewis second period English class, he is vainly striving to push the art of Phonetics through the heads of the eighth grade students. All the little curl-iquused for symbols are difficult to memorize and the confused students are having a tough time. Dont get discouraged, youll be very glad you took it when you get into first year speech. es Social Science Classes According to Mr. Christensons classes, there is more than one way of going to school. Recently they made up a questionaire, and made their way around our fair city, investigating the housing condition. It was an iteresting trip, and, considering the housing condition. k |