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Show DIXIE OWL, ST. GEORGE. UTAH my nervous system has made, all the connections between nervous centers in my brain, and all the material subjective or objective that I have put on paper or that can not be put on paper all, yea all, that the Dixie Owl has given me and all that I have given it do I hereby bequeath freely and ungrudgingly to the literary editor (be he masculine, feminine or neuter) who takes my place on the editorial staff next year. 0 queath all that is in connection with debating and athletics, which consists of a basket ball book and map of travel. And let it be better that you are more proficient and dutiful than I, or down goes The Owl. Realizing as I do the necessity of having a fast man 1o follow the Coach, let him fall into athletics, also keep in touch with the debating manager and get everything twisted. After having considered my superior successor, I do hereby freely bequeath my basket ball book and map for locating the coach and debating manager and all that is in connection Beth Gardner, do hereby bequeath my wit, wisdom, humor and philosophy to my successor, and I do it unflinchingly I, 0 0 The Staff takes this opportunity !' 11: r.kirg each and all who have conciibvGc in "-- wry to the Owl. We feel that what little success vn have attained has been through the cwnuC c.Tm'is of loyal students who have supported us and aided in our work. Success to the Staff of 1017-1- 8 ; may The Owl grow bigger and better each year. 1 0 le y O George and Richard Miles left school a coupof weeks ago to join the army of Uncle Sam. miss the boys presence at school we are aiding in such a good cause and showing their devotion and patriotism in such a noble way. Although r- - e T"c tmt they 0 O The students of the Dixie were delighted with he opeia, The Pirates of Penzance, played here April 19 and 20 by their sister school, the Murdock Academy. That the hard work of the music leader and his students was appreciated was shown by a crowded house both nights. An Overworked Reciter Once there was a little boy, whose name was Robert Miles. And every Friday afternoon he had to say some lines. So many poems thus he learned that soon he had a store Of recitations in his head, and still kept learning more. And now this is what happened: He was called upon one week, And totally forgot the piece he was about to speak. His brain he cudgeled. Not a word remained within his head And so he spoke at random, and this is what he ! said: beautiful, my beautiful, who standeth proudMy ly by, It was the schooner dashed high. Hesperus-th- e breaking waves Why is the forum crowded? What means this stir in Rome? Under a spreading chestnut there is no place like home When freedom from her mountain height cried, Twinkle little star! Shoot if you must, this old gray head. King Henry of Navarre Roll on, thou deep and dark blue castle crag of Drachenfels ; My name is Norval; on the Grampian Hills, ring out wild bells If youre waking, call me early, to be or not to be. The curfew must not ring tonight. Oh, woodman, spare that tree. Charge, Chester, charge! On Stanley, on! And let who will be clever! The boy stood on the burning deck, but I go on forever. ! ! ! |
