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Show Tim skixi'osT The Signpost Editor JACOB WEESE Outside World Do You Know SHOWDOWN Associate Editor WILLIAM GLASMANN Administration Wendel Eorsha Society Norma Pantone Sports Ted Collins, Kdward Driver, Geo. Gunncrson l-'eatun-s Morton Fuller, Aurlcne Osmond Typists Marian Tresscder, Eevercl Harris, Mary Peterson 1'nsiiH'ss Manager Henry Jensen Advertisers Charlene Clark and James Taylor Circulation Barbara Reeves Published every other week by the Associated Students of Weber College Intermountain Publishing Co. ""fc?3 Signpost's First Lecture "Extry! Extry! you hear on the corners of the world's cities. You snatch a paper. Spread out before you is a panorama of the world's striving, living, f lKluiiiK, cheating, loving, progressing people. Events large and small, great and insignificant, arc arrayed before you in a masterpiece of modern ingenuity for your enjoyment. By the genius of science the news of the world is brought to you by means of telegraph, telcphoto, telephone, and shanks-marc. The events of the universe are grasped and held still for you until you have a moment to glance at them. But the issuing of the city newspaper is a small inconsequential event compared to the annual debut of the Weber College Signpost. From all six corners of the college campus, north, south, east, west, high and low, Signpost reporters, have been ferreting out the secret doings of the college student. You have been observed in class, eating, sleeping, walking about the campus, and in the park learning parkology ; you have unblushingly been showed up in a blushing state for all to observe and discuss. But don't start coming to conclusions. The objective of the Signpost is not to embarrass you and hold you up in an unfavorable light. It is the champion of all. 1 1 you have a masterpiece, bring it to us, we favor nobody and do justice to all. If great things are to he done, we'll do them. The Signpost is at this moment being read by you and your neighbor. You are thrilled by its beautiful typography. Your blood races in heroic haste at the perilous deeds of Weber's renowned athletes. You are laughing helplessly at the humorous jokes, sayings, and anecdotes sprinkling the pages. The words of wisdom are making you wonder at the brilliance and the talent of the staff. All of you realize that the activities that you are interested in are the most important of all to you so if your activity is not dealt with contact one of the reporters. The Signpost is a medium belonging to the whole student body. We serve no group or clique but every personal individual. There is only one request that we are making. Please come come to the Signpost as intelligent readers. Do not let your petty prejudices stand in the way of your enjoyment. If you read it with an open mind you will get a lot out of it. And we will guarantee that you will be changed (Hi, Mr. Neville), you will become a different person we hope. EVERSHARP PARKER WATERMAN FOUNTAIN PENS and PENCILS At STEVE'S Office Supplies 2414 Washington Blvd. Weber's Traditions Now that the "Wearing of the Green" has come, it is time that the freshmen class learns cf the tradition of Weber. The Flaming W hike is one of I he most pleasant of our traditions. It was established in 19o7-'38 to create good fellowship and sciiool spirit. The River Dip results in an impromptu drink for one of the classes. The men of their respective classes are assembled on opposite sides of the river and the vanquished class is pulled through the bath. Next comes a sort of legalized mayhem called the Sandbag Rush. The sophs and freshies battle over sandbags during the half of one of the football games. P. S. The winner is adjudged by the sophomore count. Sometime during the year, Mr. Allred sounds a call for the V. C. Thespians to vie for parts in his special pride, the school play. The Winter Carnival is the highlight of the winter outdoor season. It is held on a steep and bruisinir hill. The narticitiants !. i and toboggan, pick themselves up ana try it all over again. ''Debate begins," says Mr. Mon-son. ''with the winter nnartcr and perhaps sooner." Last year, debat ers went to iantornia, uregon, and Oklahoma. Each vear the A W ; li1,i; an outing for the coeds. The day is niiccl with competitive sports and is highlighted by a big dance in the evening. Sponsored by the sophomore class is their annual spring outing. The program of spring sports, hiking and stuff is brought to a grand finale by a dance. These activities are for your enjoyment. To have fun, you must participate. See that you have fun. July 4. Statistics show that we lose more fools on this day than in all other days of the year put together. This proves, by the number left in stock, that one Fohrth of July per year is now inadequate, the country has grown so. MARK TWAIN There are no Jews in Scotland. They can't make a living there. Students!! Come in and See Our SPORT COATS and SLACKS The Nicest Assortment We Have Ever Had R. M. HOGGAN CO. By DAVID TREVITHICK In these times of international confusion, most everyone with any sort of claim to right of judgment has either been aked or has volunteered to make some sort of authoritative pronouncement upon the nature of the popular lot and the prolmbilities, either immed;ate, or remote, of war in central Europe. Practically the whole of what is being said by those who feel that they have reason to speak be they professional interpreters of the European scene or casual acuaintances through tourist observation is personal opinion and pure guess work. No man can, say for certain what the nature of Europe, politically, socially, or economically, will be a week from today; no one can say for sure just how things are at present. The writer makes these claims of universal lack of understanding because he has guessed himself and heard others guess and seen developments confound every prediction even those delivered from high places. Instances of bad amateur attempts to tell Europe's fortune arc more plentiful than paupers around a rich relative's deathbed; professional misses are less common because they are less numerous and more reasoned, but they are nevertheless still in the main within the province of personal impressions. Those wno comprise the first group of c nnmei-pators and prophets, of which the author is one, are well known and need no explanation; they are just everyday people to whom analysis and forecasting are incidental. The professionals are small groups who belong for the most part either to journalism or diplomacy and who make interpretation of world affairs their chief concern. News Agency Head Among the professionals probably no single person is more renowned than Vernon Bartlett, chief of one of Europe's greatest news agencies ; certainly no man's opinion is more respected. Despite his deep and extensive knowledge, he was among the prominent ones in England who made a bad guess last fall when the world tried to foretell German fate by reasoning the destiny of Hitler's star. Mr. Bartlet declared that the finger which points the way of dictators had turned toward he west, thai there would come a pink sunset and then glorious days of calm and quiet and comfortable security. He pointed out that the last of the highly objectionable features of the treaty of Versailles had been overridden and Germany's use for a dictator consequently finished. His purpose accomplished, Der Fuehrer would stagnate and eventually pass quietly away to make room for less militant peacetime regime, one control led by a spirit of amity and international brotherhood. It was such a conviction that led to Anthony Eden's resignation and British bargaining with Germany and Italy at the beginning of this year. Theoretically, the new agreements were ideal, but this important factor was overlooked; their success depended upon the nature of one man's dreams. As a result, the British-Italo-Germanic conversations resulted in the making of the first of certain concessions demanded of democracies if war is to be averted. Adolf Hitler is following a star, and that star points (Continued on Page 4) By STANLEY JOHNSON That all of the fragile loveliness of the South Seas moonlit beaches, swaying palms, enchanting la goons is captured in ' 1 he Dark River," the new novel from the joint pens of Charles Nordhoff and James Norman Hall, whose "Mutiny On the Bounty" and ''Hurricane" made best-seller history. It is a tragic tale, this story of idyllic love that can end only in unhappiness. Mauri, a native woman, has carried for years the secret that Naia, a beautiful island girl, is English, the daughter of a white woman who .had died on the South Sea island. Even the island's inhabitants believed Naia to be Mauri's daughter. Her lover's stern father holds to the rule of 'Never the twain shall meet," and this misunderstanding provides the lovers' obstacle. How the lovers find happiness for a time, are separated, and finally united forever in death, is told in the remainder of the beautifully written story. Mauri, whose passionate love led her to hold her secret too long, is left a broken figure at the end. The collaborators deserve every praise for their work. Their book is, as usual, skilfully written. The sombre beauty of the setting emerges as a realistic background. The reader of The Dark River finishes the book with a sigh of regret, but he knows its haunting memory will linger. Faculty Turns Dude iTniitinned from Pace 1) ing journey in, the grandeur of the place, and the gamey trout (nation hrnoU- and rainbow call for a stay of thirty days not three. Mr. Baddley, Mr. Nilsson gratetuiiy rpnnrtt snapped enouch for both himself and the neighbors. That week-end jaunt turned out fnvnrahlv that last Friday Dr. Dixon and company also made a visit to the Davis domain. "Wp almost wished the fish wouldn't bite because our hands were so numb with cold we could hardly take them (the fish) off the hooks,' contirms our rresuient Dixon. FIRST CHOICER THE STUB MET Musketeers You'll like the lines on our Jarman "Musketeers" . . . styled in the Norwegian manner, on the new Stroller last. They fit better wear better and look better. . . Come in and try on a pair . . . $500 By DONNA JENKINS With lur teeth clamped on the' end of her pencil, her eyes glued em the clock, Mary Ellon sat nervously wracking her brain for the answer to her problem. One hour ' One measly racing hour to complete this she glanced at her wordless paper. Her fingers tapped a rhythm on the desk. Out em the campus either students were passing happy, carefree; but she, she of them all. must worry. Spending her time driving around ilay after dav following the swimming team, the basketball team, the football team had a lot of complications one did not think of at first. She glanced at the clock. Only fifteen minutes left and she hadn't even started. Hastily, she commenced to write, but the words came slowly. It must be effective. Her college days were over if it did not bring results. She had written but two sentences when the hell rang. This might be the finish the end still she felt a new sense of freedom. She need worry her brain no more. She re-read what she had written.Dear Dad, Simplv must have more mone. Have spent all my allowance on school spirit. Lovingly, Mary Ellen NOW YOU TELL ONE Teacher: "Children, be diligent and steadfast, and you will suceed. Take the case of George Washington. Do you remember my telling you of the great difficulty he had to contend with?" Bright pupil: "Yes, ma'am, he couldn't tell a lie." EAT DRINK AND BE HAPPY At The COLLEGE INN These Are The SliOES FOR MEN |