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Show DIXIE OWL, ST. GEORGE, UTAH 1 PRINCIPAL H. M. WOODWARD THE MAN BEHIND THE DIXIE DIXIE merely a name, but oh, what a name! It is not a combination of mere sounds, it is not empty symbols : but it is the embodiment of all that is progressive, all that is good, all that is noble a name the very sound of which sends the blood tingling in the veins of Dixie ! every loyal student. where we live ; Dixie the home of true worth ; Dixie the school of all schools; Dixie! we love DIXIE it is 1 ! her. When we are far from home frozen lands of the north, when snow and ice and heavy skies surround us, then we miss Dixie. We miss her blue skies, her warm sun, her trees and flowers we miss them all when we miss Dixie. Dixie we honor her, not merely for what she is, but more for what she was and what has made her what she is. Dixie was once the land of the lazy lizzard that crawled from rock to rock over the scorching sands. She was once the home in ! of the skulking coyote, that trailed through lonely washes. Dixie is now the land of flowers and grasses ; the home of true manhood and true womanhood; the home of what we prize as worth while and love as noble. Then, is it not good to be in Dixie, to gaze at her hot red sands and then at her shining black rocks, to wander through her sleepy streets, to scent her blossoms fair in short, it it not good to strive, to work and to live in Dixie? |