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Show HI GIRLS ARE mn riF t bib SENSATION For originality in surprise and ambush am-bush go the Weber academy. Be fore the time for assembling at devotion de-votion this morning, ominous yells, from the Assembly hall shook the building and reminded everybody of tho basketball battle between the Weber team and the Y. M. C. A. of Salt Lake City. The yells continued growing In fervor till time to call the assembly to order. Hardly had Principal Henderson sat down, and Conductor Ballantyne arisen to extend ex-tend his baton, when a series of unearthly un-earthly screeches Comanche yells in high treble came from the hallway, and In burst a procession enlivening for tired eyes, half a score of Weber's We-ber's charming young ladles dressed like sailor lads In the colors of the school. Each woro trousers and blouses of Immaculate white, adorned adorn-ed with purple pennants, banging in front, behind and from both hips, on which was blocked In white letters let-ters the word "Weber." Up and down they marched, singing sing-ing songs Improvised with reference to tho game tonight, their rich tresses tress-es of hair hanging over their shoulders. shoul-ders. The surprise and suddenness of it almost took the breath of the audience audi-ence Then at length the admiration evoked both for the daring originality, original-ity, and the exquisite grace of movement move-ment and jesture, found voice in prolonged pro-longed applause, and several encores. There is little doubt that the hall will be crowded tonight. |