|Paper||Dixie State University Student Newspapers|
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|Publisher||Digitized by J. Willard Marriott Library, University of Utah|
|Paper||Dixie State University Student Newspapers|
THE DIXIE OWL Greetings From The Student Body Officers In life we meet three types of loyalty. The first is the loyalty of those and cheer who stand on the side-linon those who fight. The second is the loyalty of the fighters who. right or wrong follow the old standard any where. These are the light, emotional forms of loyalty that are now here and now there. The greatest loyalty, however, is the quiet, practical loylife; the loyalty alty of every-da- y that backs the good, that keeps man to God, and friend to friend, and draws its enemy to itself. This loyalty we want in school. The mantle of Elijah has fallen upon us from the shoulders of the leaders of the past. We feel that we are not large enough to fill it, and ask your increased support and every-da- y loyalty to push the. school ever toward the goal of perfection. Glenn E. Snow' Student Body President. es EFFICACY OF THE BILLY CLUB (With apologies to Col. Ingersoll) The billy of a sturdy pop will make the most righteous man more right- eous still. Denounce with words of fire, O wise companion, thy chums caught at Lucifers olden games; fill his gray cerebral cells with dissuasion smooth and kind, deft master of convincing speech; talk, teacher, talk until your silver tongue doth form and speak the long sought words that charm the students loit- ering around the near-b- y streets. But know you, your strongest pleas are fruitless all, compared with the the club that heavy club of Cottam, fills the head with pain and every heart with fear. O blows, well dealt with cudgels, thou art the great const) aining force among the crooks and thugs; and every downward swing of thine doth strike some fretful friend of cigs. O cudgel, shot loaded expounder of the law, there is persuasion enough in your looks to quell and terrify all the sons of strife! Clarence Cottam, Com. of Discipline. ALARM (LOCKS ANI) CLASSES A WOK1) hearin LOYALTY EARLY Hours before the dawn was nearing, Long before the crowing of the cock, Ive jumped clear out of bed, on The infernal rattle of the clock. That jerky and unsteady strain, That makes the nervous system punk, Rose and fell and rose again And died in echoes in my bunk. The teachers by that cruel edict, Classes commence at seven thirty, From me an hour of sleep have tricked ; And now, you see, Im not so Now' I, to be of good repute, flirty. Ere daylight must peruse my books, All songs upon my lips are mute, And all my looks are haggard looks. The teachers may be right of course; Perhaps 1 am a bit too lazy, And merely sleep to drown remorse Because my intellect is so hazy. Perhaps its well that I should weep Since my understanding is so slow; Vet its sad that I must sleep With that canned racket by my pillow'. Henry J. Miles Judge. SMILE, SMILE, SMILE! The place to be happy is here. The time to be happy is now. The way to be happy is to help make others so. Here's to the present Anticipa- tion may be very agreeable, but participation is more practical. Dont you believe it? Of course you do. One alone cant make this happiness tor you. With your help, though, we can make of what is left of this school year, one big success. School life depends upon all of us. School days are the happiest days of our lives. Let us make them so. Fill them up with joy on every hand. We are the propelling power of The Dixie. Students dont let dissapoint-ment- s stand in your way to happiClear obstacles ness and success. away with a smile, and be a man so that people may say of you, "Our lifes a bigger, better thing for having known you, and bring this spirit into the school. Help maintain the Dixies name, and let me give you a suggestion as to how you may do it. Keep life in our school. Be with us in all things, stay with us until the end; and through it ail let us keep our amusements clean, such that the very best need be proud to partake of, and all the while Smile, Smile, Smile. LaBerta McGregor, Commissioner of Amusements. FROM THE STAFF Ive been pondering some of late About the W'ork and grind It takes to do the little things Work of most any kind. For instance heres the Dixie Owl, The papers small and thin. But oh, the w'ork and worry This little book has in! Now' Suppose now, your the editor, And must a book compound, From any old material That you can find around! Its all right if the book's your own. But listen here, my friend, This books to represent us all, And don't you dare pretend That you dont care whats in the thing, For Im convinced you do, And what the staff needs most right now, Is help and push from you. A few folks in the world, I find, Just live their lives for show, And snatch all honors that they can, Oh, folks won't know did not earn them honestly, The other fellow there Can do the work as well as I, Ill let him, sure its fair! And say, I ' The other fellow', hard worked chap! Suppose now you were he. Just put your feet into his shoes, Youll change your mind, you see! Theres heaps of work for all of us. My share and yours is here, The little things count biggest After all, so help with cheer. Im not much used to preaching, Dont intend to I confess, But Id like to leave this with you As I close my long address. am sure that Ill be questioned, Still, I state this fact thats true, The hard worked staff dont own The Owl, The book depends on you. The Staff. Some of us learn with just a few bumps, and some of us have to be pulverized. Your father and mother cant educate you, they can only open the gate and say, Sick em Tige. Mr. Hall referring to the book, What comes after rain and snow? Mud. Anna M.