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Brigham Young University 



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publishing dept. 

They stand for work and purity, 
The White Rose and the Bee. 

And we maintain that's why God gave 
This class to industry. 


Our Class 1 

The Memory Flower 2 

E. H. Eastmond 

Class Song 3 

"Words, Eliza Hayes. Music, Kate Chlpman 

Class Poem 4 

Kate Chlpman 

Class History 5 

Hazel Macdonald 

Retrospection in 1916 8 

Class Chronology 9 

Flossia "Wills 

President G. H. Brimhall 11 

To Those to Whom We Owe Much 12 

Fern Chlpman 

The Graduate 13 

Flossia "Wills 

Our Chaperones 15 

Students 16 

Timpanogos 64 

Clubs and Societies 65 

The Class 66 

Master Builders 67 

Myster Girls 68 

Mutton Heads 69 

Basket Ball Boys 70 

Quartet 71 

Orchestra 72 

Executive 73 

Dramatic Club 74 

Toasts to the Class 76 

By the Class 

Higgs on Marriage 86 

Twelves Day 88 

High School Graduates 94 

Normal Graduates 95 

Commercial Graduates 96 

Music School Graduates 97 

Arts and Manual Training Graduates 98 

Principles of Secondary Schools 100 

Debaters 101 

Flag Rush 102 

Spice of Life 108 

Athletics 119 

Class Yells 122 

Mizpah 124 

For Memor/s Sake 126 

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I found it in an old school book, 
This remnant of a scented flower.) 

The petals scattered to and fro 
Like many a precious hour. 

The time is just like yesterday, 
E'en though the book is worn. 

The brown of time invites decay 
Of petals, leaf and thorn. 

1 gather all the fragments up 

And form a rose bud here in part 

That represents the old class flower, 
That grows forever in my heart. 

And when I close my eyes to sleep. 
The sleep I do not understand. 

I trust that some true friend shall place 
A rose bud in my hand. 

A friend that symbols all the rest 

That I once learned to love and know 

To be among the very best 
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"Hello, Clark! Is Jones coming for commencement week?" 
"Yes, he'll be here tomorrow for the '12s exercises. He was 
here at school three years ago, and entered with the '12s. I'm 
gojng to show him around and introduce him to all his old 
friends. Don't suppose he'll know them all after being away 
for three years. You know, students do change here from the 
time they enter school till they graduate. I've seen some of 
the biggest rubes come up here and by the time they graduate 
their own mother wouldn't know them, if she hadn't seen them 
for four years." 

"Why, there's — oh, gee! there's the bell, and I'll have to go. 
I'll see you at the exercises tomorrow." 

College hall was filled when Clark and his friend Jones came 
in. All the '12s H. S. were seated on the rostrum. The Pres- 
ident arose and began his flowery address. 
"Say, Clark, who's that?" 

"Well, Jones, I thought you'd remember Briant Stringham. 
He's the President of the class and one of the classy fellows 
of the school." 

"Come, now, you don't mean that that's Bri Stringham. Why, 
I used to know him when he first came to school. He had a 
big baby face and couldn't talk about anything but sheep. His 

5 5 arms used to swing a foot out of his coat sleeves, and his trou- 
sers were high water style. Oh, say, and he used to wear a big 
red tie and a blue shirt." 

"He certainly has straightened out to graduate President of 
his class." 

"Who did you say the Vice-President was?" 
"Lottie Gibson." 

"Um, her — Well — a form more fair, a face more sweet, never 
hath it been my lot to meet. Since I saw her before. The first 
day she came to school, I won't forget soon. She had a big 
flat bow of pink ribbon that covered the back of her head, and 
a bright red dress, just below her knees, and you know that 
innocent look in her baby blue eyes and her loving smile. She 
had a catalogue in her hand and an entrance card in the other, 
hunting for the Dean of the College." 
"Is that a Prep among the Fourth Years?" 
"Fred Taylor? Well, he hasn't improved the race much in 
size. He used to be the mascot for the First Years. Suppose 
he is as enthusiastic about yellow headed girls as ever. Had to 
have a contrast, he said." 

"Say, that's a swell girl at the piano. She must have entered 
since I left." 

"Merline Roylance ! Well, that's not so hard to believe as the 
rest. We all said she would make a musician when she used 
to dance the barn dance on the pavement on the way to school 
and be late for English." 

"That's Erma Fletcher over there, and Elfie Bean. They had 
to get some one to write jokes about them and get them 
printed in the White and Blue, so they would become popular 
with the basket ball boys. You know all the girls are foolish 
over the basket ball boys. I guess it's their uniforms. I was 
at a picture show the other night and heard a '12 girl say: 'Oh, 
those dear soldiers; I don't blame a girl for falling in love with 
them ; they have such cute uniforms." 

"Who's that rosy cheeked boy?" 

"Well, that doesn't look like Clarence Woods to me. He was 
a mate for Bri Stringham when he entered school. Clarence 
didn't need shortening and he had a pair of socks his mother 
knit striped with red and green. He always liked the girls and 
thought he would make a good domestic science teacher. He 
used to carry the dishes for them, fix tables, wash dishes, until 
Miss Ward thought he was about the handiest boy in school. 
If we ever had any punch at the parties he had to dip. From 
the bunch of girls he's sitting among, I should judge he was 
still dippy." 

"I guess you remember Hazel Macdonald?" 
"Well, I guess yes; she will never be whiter when she is dead 
than she was the day she entered this school. You know she 
was just a little seedy country kid — never had been away from 
her mother before. After registering for one and a half units, 
told President Brimhall she did not care to take devotional be- 
cause she had such a heavy course already. After paying her 
tuition she went up to Janitor Higgs, showed him her admit 
card and asked where in the building she would find the number 
of her room — 560." 

"Who's that fellow on the end of the first row?" 
"I should think you would remember that Chancy Baird." 
"I thought I would, too, but wonders will happen. Chancy and 
I entered school the same day. I run on to him in the hall 
with his hat held fast in both hands. We were both frightened 
to death, and decided to hunt the President's office together. 
I grabbed hold of his hand and we went in. President Brim- 
hall looked us over from under his spectacles and said, 'Well, 
young men, what do you want to take?' 

" 'Theology, please,' said Chance. President Brimhall has con- 
sidered him a good boy ever since." 



etrosipeaion in 1916 

The Twelve !■ a man who worked for years to get hours, and then «elt weak 
(or days and was In a daze for weeks. He represented a new species in natural 
history. In as much as he was a goat w^lth a sheep's skin. And unhappily, In 
Jast such proportion as he failed to qualify for the sheepskin, the more certain 
he was to qualify for the Koat. 

The Twelve worked for what he grot, but he didn't always get what he worked 
for. It depended on what the Faculty thought, and heaven knows what they 
depended on for their thinking:. 

The 12 w^ent out Into the cruel world, and he left behind him his grlrl and his 
creditors. The former promised to write often, and the latter kept the promise. 
Somebody else usually kept the grlrl. He found that the unappreclative world 
turned its back on him, and he was left to shift for himself. His treasured 
acacomplishments of student days, ranging; from the basket ball squad to the 
dancing club or the debating team, seemed scarcely to supply him with those 
credentials which are sought by grrouchy employers of labor. Before the 12 
graduated, he was worried as to whether to accept the position of a bank 
cashier or a district attorney, but no such problems ever disturb him after 
he departed from his Alma Mater. His chief worry then was that he couldr't 
get a good job shoveling snow in July or August. 

And yet, after all, it was a grreat four years. The 12 can afford to be retrospec- 

A crusade against slang has been Instituted In the University. This Is a plons 
Idea, as studes too easily slip into the habit of handing out a punk line of gruff, 
and If the profs would put the roughnecks wise they would cut it out in no 
time. Take any bunch of college yaps — ^they are sent to college to get a little 
horse sense in their beans. But when they bunch up, the langruage they use is 
enough to make whiskers grow on the bald head of intellectual progress. 

tesJ Cl)ronolosj^ 

The 12's High School class organized. Harry Phillips, President, and 
Elfie Bean, Vice-President, supported by an enthusiastic staff and ZbO 

The ll's challenged the 12's for a tug of war across the mill race. They 
acknowledged their ducking by entertaining their victors at a grand 
ball, in the evening. 

The first number of that series of parties which have caused the school 
life of every 12 to be filled with joy, held in the old social hall. 

^*Ve^c^nd^e°i^ion of the 12's H. S. gave the following results: President, 
Ray Fitzgerald; First Vice, Elfie Bean; Second Vice, Bernard Nash. 

'^'^"Th?^2'i^??iTied the day in field and track. When the base ball season 
for 1908-1909 came to a close, the First Years had possession of the 

ThTconstitution of the class was written by Harry Phillips, Einar An- 
derson, Hazel Petterson, LaRue Farnsworth, Jesse Higgens. 
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The i2's elected Ray Fitzgerald to the presidency, with Erma Fletcher 
and Vern Greenwood as the Vice-Presidents. 

^'^^Fo^under's dly, 1909, the 12's walked off the campus witTi all the badges 

of honor. 
^^"xTand^-^e and general get-acquainted social was held in the "Prep. 

^°Vay rJS^^M resigned the office of President, and Bernard Nash was 

chosen to fill the vacancy. 

•^^' In \he^pla^ where the circus boys play, was given a dance that will be 
remembered as long as there is a 12 in existence. 

^"The students took a day off and visited Spring Dell. 

^^Vhe^2's^ hdd their farewell party on the lawn of their dear old school. 

^*Vh?*'th?rd°Temi-annual election was held. Ray Fitzgerald was chosen 
President, with Clarence Woods and Ethel Nuttal as helpmates. 

Oct. 16, 1910— 

The Founder's Day laurels again descended upon the plucky 12's team. 
Oct. 28. 1910— 

The memory of the 1910 Hallowe'en party is as sweet as the wild bee's 

Nov. 10, 1910— 

The "Sweetening-up" trip to the sugar factory at Lehi. 
Dec. 1st. 1910— 

Ethel Nuttal resigned the office of Vice-President, and Hazel Macdonald 

was elected to take her place. 
Dec. 23d, 1910— 

A well remembered Christmas festival in the gymnasium. 
Feb. 3, 1911— 

The second election of the third year of the 12's H. S. finally resulted in 

the electing of Andrew K. Smith as President, Briant Stringham as First, 

and Merline Roylance, as Second Vice-Presidents. 
March 11, 1910— 

The 12"s met in the elaborately decorated Gym. and enjoyed a good old 

Irish ball. 
May 6, 1911— 

The first Junior H. S. Prom., famously known as the inter-class party. 
May 24, 1911— 

The election in which Briant H. Stringham, Chauncy Baird and Lottie 

Gibson were chosen as class leaders for 1911-1912. 
Oct 25. 1911— 

The 12's defeated the College in a flag rush on their own grounds. 
Oct. 28, 1911— 

The Sixth Ward Hall was converted into a Hades. One of the most 

important events of the evening was the signing of the pledge of fidelity 

to the class, with the Devil as a witness. 
Nov. 11, 1911— 

"The banquet and skating party of the 12's was a wonder and all had a 

dandy time." 
Dec. 16, 1911— 

The Christmas party of 1911 in the Sixth Ward Social Hall. 
March 8. 1912— 

The 13's met their Waterloo in the field of mental battle. The affirm- 
ative was represented by Irvin Tippetts and James Bullock of the 12's 

H. S. 
April 19, 1912— 

Inter-class track meet. The 12's at their old game. 
April 24th, 1912— 

We felt sorry for the 'ISs, but Linton Morgan and Irvin Tippets felt 

it their duty to win the Debating Trophy for the class, regardless of 

April 26, 1912— 

Bazaar! Concert! Trap!! FUN!!! 
May 3, 4, 1912— 

"The Elopement of Ellen." Opera House. 
May 17, 1912— 

May 17th, 1912— 

"Bon Voyage" Ball. Mozart Hall. 
May 27, 1912— 



President Brimhall has indeed been a FRIEND and FATHER 
to us during the few brief but happy years that he has been our 
guide and inspiration thru High School. As we have endeav- 
ored to cUmb a Httle higher up the scale of intelligence and 
culture he has always freely given us counsel that we could not 
have received from any other source. We feel that we shall 
always be deeply indebted to him for the spiritual and intel- 
lectual gems that he has strewn in our lives. It is our sincere 
prayer that thru his coming years he may have that greatest 
of all joys which comes from realizing that he has been a 
BENEFACTOR to his fellowmen. 

©i)os;e Wo Wf^om Wt (©be iWucf) 

To our teachers who have helped and encouraged us to 
make the best use of our opportunities while at school. 
Your influence, dear teachers, has made us realize the 
necessity of an aim in life. 
We have been made to feel with the poet, 

"Live for something, have a purpose. 
And that purpose keep in view. 
Sailing like a helmless vessel, 
Thou canst ne'er to self be true, 
Half the wrecks that strew life's ocean. 
If a star had been their guide 
Might have now been rowing safely. 
But they drifted with the tide." 

May we as members of the class of 1912 H. S. show our 
sincere gratitude and appreciation to you our worthy 
teachers for your earnest, untiring efforts, by endeavoring 
to bless humanity as we go through life with that which 
you have so nobly helped us to gain. 

©i)^ i^rabuate 

The gentle rays of springtime's sun 

Fall on his tired but happy brow. 

He knows at last the goal is won — 

Hard was the fight; what cares he now, 

The weary years of toil are o'er, 

And labor done, if sacrifice 

Of days that shall return no more. 

While comrades followed mid-night joys, 

He has tiresome texts prepared; 

Not tempted he to join the boys; 

No passing gain his heart ensnared — 

But now, his credits all complete, 

He holds that document so rare; 

With blissful heart he waits to greet 

The friends whose kindness placed him there- 

The coming of those friends he waits 

Whom God and Nature make most dear; 

And he their joy anticipates 

On hearing of their son's career. 

This is the springtime of his life! 
This is his Commencement Day! 
The years of never ceasing strife 
Have, like the winter, passed away. 
He stands beneath a sky most blue, 
The songs of birds fall en his ears, 
And meditations deep review 
The histories of bygone years. 

He dreams of papers oft returned 

With B's where he expected A's; 

Remembers how his proud heart yearned 

For just one kindly word of praise; 

For he is not a genius who, 

Like lightning through the stormy skies, 

Glitters once a brilliant hue 

And, with that flash, forever dies — 

In his early life surpassed 

His classmates and reached marvelous fame 

Of short duration that did last 

Scarce longer than the drummer's game 

Of love, which ends the day begun: 

No, he is like that light which breaks 

With patience the dark clouds, the sun — 

That great celestial fire which makes 

The whole earth glow with wondrous light: 

Through opposition he has fought, 

By constant labor day and night. 

Until at last his pains have brought 

The long contended prize — success; 

While they, who brighter far than he, 

Have been through their own carelessness 

Lost in that great and unknown sea 

Of failure, where the whitened bones 

Of many a gallant sailor lay 

Who lacked the courage to go on. 

Thus passed the months of school away. 
And summer came when they were gone 
Sweet summer that vacation brings 

To weary students, days of rest. 

In woodlands green where the wild bird sings 

They seek the life they love the best. 

Did he, dismissing all his care, 

Enjcy these pleasures with his friends? 

Did he the useless pastimes share 

To which our folly ever tends? 

Ah, no! indulgence in those joys. 

For which his heart no doubt did long. 

He did refrain, and left the boys 

To glory in their happy song. 

And on the lonely deserts drear. 

Where coyotes give their mid-night yell. 

And serpents vile are ever near. 

And life seems little more than hell — 

He watched the sheep both night and morn,- 

And listened to their mocking call. 

Until it seemed those baas forlorn 

Were echoed from the mountains all; 

Or, in the tunnels of mines dark, 

Where soft daylight is never known; 

By flickering candle he did work 

To dig out riches not his own; 

Else perchance his better fate 

The duties of a clerk him gave, 

To smile, and with false patience wait 

While ladies planned a cent to save; 

He may have had a farmer's hire. 

And through the hot day drove the team — 

No matter what he did, 'tis sure 

He worked, that when the autumn came. 

He might return to school once more — 

He worked to gain a worthy name — 

He worked to please his parents poor. 

Thus he stands and meditates 

On this the day of his success. 

While for those loved ones he waits — 

Waits for a mother's fond caress. 

Well earned, this pleasure, my brave youth! 

Enjoy the bliss thy toil has made. 

'Tis ever, when we fight for truth, 

That fate will see us well re-paid. 

These are the hardships memory brings 
In grand procession 'fore his eyes; 
But are there not some happy things? 
Did not his school bring else, but sighs? 
Why, yes, of course, most joyous hours 
Were spent within the dear old walls — 
He dreams of dances, shows, and showers, 
Theaters grand, and basket balls. 
Athletics, how his class excelled. 
Of trips, and parties by the score. 
Of sweethearts fair whose eyes compelled 
His heart to love — all these, and more, 
Have filled his college days with fun: 
And now, he comes to say good-by, 
He fain would wish them just begun. 
And leaves his class-room with a sigh. 

— Flossia. 

Leon* Billings, Salt Lake City 

Hattie Walker. ProTO 

Briant H. Stringham, Vernal 

At last the time has eoine for saying- go»>d-I)je to tlie dear old B. Y. U. High 
School and to tlie many friends tliat ^ve lia^e learned to love. W^e are loath 
to leave the happy home ^vhere four of the happiest years of our lives have 
heen spent, still we are moving on to higher things and making room for those 
v»'ho are to follow. 

True, there is a sense of sorro^v in the reflection that many of us have come to 
the parting of the ways to meet no more until in that Great Beyond, yet joy 
fills our hearts for having known these many stalwart souls, and even though 
we may never meet again our friendships will live on forever, and will always 
be a source of inspiration to our lives. 

As class president I have found my duties a pleasure. Never was there such a 
class of real supporters. I have learned to love the many big souls that it has 
been my good fortune to come in contact with, and I only regret that we can- 
not continue to live the same united family we now are. 

Now, fellow classmates, we are going out to represent world wide our dear 
old Alma Mater, which has won international fame as a character builder. We 
MUST hold up the family name of the school by doing carefully and faithfully 
our whole life's work. Let every act be fathered by a righteous purpose. Our 
greatness will lie in our goodness. We MUST value our chsiractiTs. We MUST 
have a keen sense of honor. We MUST be honest, upright, and straight for- 
ward. "We MUST be mindful of duty, not allured by show. Show paints the 
hypocrate's face and wags the liar's tongue. Graduates from God's school, pre- 
sided over by God's servants, must do all these things and more to represent 
aright our Church, the Board of Education, the Faculty, and the Presidency In 
their true light. 

'<TVliat must I do to be forever known?" 
*'Thy duty ever." 

B. H. S. 






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Wm. D. Holt, Spanish Fork 










Sadie Mitchell, American Fork 


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Venice Clark, Provo 

Gerald W. Berry, St. Johns, Ariz. 





Zora Colton, Vernal 

Florence Billings, Prove 

Albert Anderson. St. Johns, Ariz. 







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[^^ I _. Ellen Anderson, Lake 






Reid Pcrsson. Eureka 

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Minerva Hinckley, Provo 




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I Anna Newell, Provo ^ ^/l) 


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\ i V Grant Clark. Farmington | \ 


Orrin Baird, Provo 


Linton Morgan, Stjohn, Ariz. 





J. Ellis Black, Haden, Idaho 

Gertrude Collett, Vernal 

Roll Pritchett, Fairvie^ 

Lloyd B. Brown, Amer. F'k 










Annie Millard. 

^kley, Idaho 

Eunice Robinson, Oakley 



Wm. U. Schofield, Provo 














Agnes Stewart, Tooele ll '. 





Hazel Peterson, Redmond 




pVll^ Samuel Trotter, Goshen 








te^ II Lucy Goodrich, Vernal JJ i t Jl 

Lucile Stewart, Provo 



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Walter Anderson, Spanish F'k 

Tola Wright, Neph 


Y. Baird, Provo 

George Parson, Koosharem 







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Our Basket Ball Boys. 


ome little gleers went to England, 
Some little gleers to Rome ; 
Some little gleers went to Germany, 
But these little gleers stayed home. 







i)t dramatic Club 

Synopsis : June Haverhill, a young college girl, who is making 
special investigation for economic courses during the summer, 
poses as a servant girl, and comes to work for Mrs. Richard 
Ford. (June is called Ellen.) On her arrival she discovers that 
Mrs. Ford is the sister of her old sweetheart, Robert Shephard, 
who promises to keep the secret. 

Dorothy Marck, a guest of Mrs. Ford, is engaged to Max Ten 
Eych, a chum of Robert's, the result of an inducement of a rich 

June and Max had also previously known each other. 
After some association and misunderstanding between the two 
couples, it finally resulted in the elopement of Ellen. (June 
and Rob.) 


Richard Ford (a devoted husband) Joseph Wootten (Jay) 

Molly (his wife) Valentine Larson ( Val) 

Robert Shepard (Molly's brother) Samuel Bleak (Sam) 

Dorothy Marck (guest) Elfie Bean (Dot) 

June Haverhill (Wellesley '06, investigating for economic 

course) Stella Olson (Tillie) 

John Hume (Rector of St. Agnes) DeVere Child (Shortie) 

These noble characters have put forth their best efforts to 
make our little play a success, and it certainly has proven such. 

They have been under the direction of Mrs. Freda B. Cluff, a 
well qualified trainer, and their enthusiastic manager, Clarence 
J. Woods. How could it help being a success? 

Those who were fortunate enough and who thoroughly enjoyed 
this production from the '12s H. S. class were the people of 
Benjamin, Alpine, Heber, Provo Third Ward and the B. Y. 


oasfts! to tfie Clasig hy 
de Clasis! 

Here's to the class of 1912; 

'Tis one of firm foundation. 
May other classes learn to delve, 

To gain such a reputation. 

Here's to our girls, all so faithful. 

Who have cheered the boys on in the fight. 

Here's to our boys so gallant, 

Who made the College — the dust surely bite. 

Here's to the class that plans things^ 

Builds things— makes things; 

That prates not of classes of old. 

Nor of achievements bold; 

But puts down its books and takes hold 

And does things. 

Brlant Stringham. Normal and High School. 

Here's to our colors so noble, 

The dear and true Blue and White; 
Which we students have cherished and 
Which has guided us on through the 


Here's to our head, the President, 

The Worker, the Winner— all three. 
As successful as in his school work 

May his life's path always be. 
May the years that shall follow hereafter, 

Find Briant still leading a crew 
That will prove to be as loyal 

As the Twelves of the dear B. Y. U. 
"Jeff" Lottie Gibson. Commercial Arts and Manual Training. 

Second in order, but not in degree. 

Comes a lady of noted renown. 
Though the town, the state, or the world be searched, 

Better vice president could never be found. 
Then here's to Miss Gibson, a lady of fame. 

In the future hats doffed, boys, when you hear her name. 
It may be said of Miss Gibson that she has a smile for every joy, a 
tear for every sorrow, a consolation for every grief, an excuse for every 
fault, a prayer for every misfortune, and an encouragement for every 
(boy) hope. 
"Chance" Chauncey Baird. 

Of bad things past he never heeds, 

Nor ills that are a century old. 
He puts his wits to present needs (sidestepping '13s) 

And what the future shall unfold. 
"Rummy" Hyrum Clark. High School. 

Here's to the man who has an opinion on every subject and is right 
about nine-tenths of the time. 

To our Chaperones. 

Here's to our chaperones jolly — 

Who're always on the jingle. 
They allow some folly. 

They're not married, but single. 
Here's to the girls — the best ever known, 

Here's to our chaperones — Hattie and Leon. 

"Mrs. T." 

Oh, yes; there's Orel, 
With music her specialty. 
And strolls her joy. 
If he had not a penny, 
Karl would still be her boy. 

Orel Wilson. 

"Bud" Earl Greenhalgh. High School. 

Here's to the man who has said, 
"Work hard and live here blithely while you may! 
Tomorow's life too late is — live today." 

"Mark" M. G. Poulson. Commercial. 

He is a friend indeed with all a friend's best virtues shining bright. He 
is happy with us; does for us what we want, is willing and fully engaged 
to do all he can for us, and on whom we can rely in all cases. 

"Green" Vern Greenwood. 

Here's to the man with jet black hair, 

And eyes of softest blue. 
He's played his game, has won his fame. 

And got his lessons, too. 

"Jess" Jesse Higgins. High School. 

Here's hoping to you, Jesse Higgins, that the best day you have seen, 
be worse than the worst that is to come. 

"Fritz" Fred Taylor. High School. 

Here's to you, Fritz, hoping that you may live as long as you like and 
have all you like as long as you live (even to Louie). 

"John" Clarence J. Woods. Commercial. 

It may be said of Clarence Woods that every inch of him is a man. 
That's saying quite a bit, when there is six feet. 

"Chips" Fern Chipman. Arts and Manual Training. 

Here's to the girl who's full of girlish joys. 
Who is loved alike by girls and boys. 
The news to the paper she's always taken. 
Here's hoping in the future she'll ne'er be forsaken. 

"Heb" Heber Taylor. High School. 

Says little, but does much. To give a helping hand his greatest pleasure. 

"Mrs. Mark" Zora Colton. Normal. 

We all know Zora by her work. 
Zora's the girl that's strictly in it; 
She doesn't lose her head a minute: 
Plays well the game and knows the limit, 
And still gets all the fun there's in it. 

'Spindle" Arthur Crowther. Commercial. 

He's another of those Commercials, 
He also plays in the band. 
He says, "While we live, let's live in clover, 
For when we're dead, we're dead all over." 

'Chase" Charles S. Miller. 

Lives near Lagoon resort. Spends happy summers. Was a loyal Twelve, 
is a loyal Twelve, and knows by experience that B. Y. U. is best. 


"Niels" Niels Bastian. High School. 

Brother of Heinz. A thinker from the shining land of Dixie. Very 
bashful. Successful farmer, and is going back to show his southern 
friends where he got the key to success. 

"Sis" Edna Paulson. Normal. 

Naught disturbs her placid features, 
Never troubles she her teachers: 
Quietly she does each day 
The work that lies along her way. 

"Dimples" Clara Finch. Normal, 

Clara, as we all know, never says — I can't. But there's one thing she's 
fearful of, and that's converting Grant (C). 

"Socrates" Rolen Tietjen. High School. 

Here's to the Santaquin pride, and his good looks. For a greater phil- 
osopher you will need search a liegen. We compliment Santaquin on 
their fine product. 

"Rilla" Aurilla McKee. Normal. 

Here's to "Rilla," who's always as busy as a bee. 
She has learned at school the teacher's rule, 
And intends to apply it next year. 
We wish her success in the end. 

Myrtle Jones. 
It's hard to tell what Myrtle will do. 
But whatever she does she will be faithful and true. 

Florence Billings. Normal. 
Here's to Miss Billings, who is generous to all. Her soul is one of 
sunshine. To all who know Florence, she is a faithful friend. Success 
awaits her in her art work. 

Lucy Goodrich. 
She is one who few people know. Fewer know how much she knows. 
For she is modest and mild wherever she goes. 


Albert F. Anderson. Commercial. 

Here's to a man that's worth while. 
Has a pleasant way and a pleasant smile. 
We all know he is a worker — 
Where is there a Twelve that's a shirker? 

Vella Billings. Normal. 


Here's to our sweet Vella Billmgs, 

A student who is always willing. 

She is a girl of deeds and will help where there is need. 

For her kindness has a restless charm. 

Olive Hicken. Normal. 
The true "Golden Locks" of the Normal School. Her smiles make you 
welcome whenever you call. Spanks kids sometimes. 

Alonzo Jerman. 
Never in a hurry. Never excited. Never knows there is a point at issue. 
Jerman will get there if he is a little late, there is no doubt. 

„- .„ Carlie Redd. Normal. 

An efficient trainer. She, however, doesn't intend to teach all her life. 
On her motto is— Not that I love training less, but that I love boys 


"Leader" W. D. Holt. Music. 

He is old enough to be a philosopher, and has acknowledged Caruso as 
a rival. 

"B" Bee Beckstead. Normal. 

This Bee is a good "queener." Makes smiles a specialty. Firm believer 
in love; that is, she has never been disappointed. 

"H-2-0" Leo R. Freshwater. 

Fresh-H-2-O always. Coming up with a smile. Good class member. 

Motto: Never be late for class. The most punctual student in school? 
"Mitch" Sadie Mitchell. Normal. 

Known better as Dave's sister. Loyal class worker and good student. 
Expects to teach a while, then get married or go to college. 

"Ann" Annie Millard. High School. 

Annie has been with us only this year, but that makes us regret that 
we didn't have her with us before. She adds one more to the illustrious 
number from Idaho. Her blue eyes and fair complexion strike terror 
to all the boys. 

"Lynn" Lynn Fausett. Arts and Manual Training. 

Lynn is specializing in Art. Prof. Eastmond says he will make a second 
Raphael. His "rep" in school has been of the best both socially and 
mentally, and his genial nature makes him one of the foremost in all 
class undertakings. 

"Brig" B. Y, Balrd. 

Brig is making a sacrifice to get an education. He is one of those who 
realize the value of the golden moments. Perhaps a wife and baby are 
a strong stimulus that keeps him climbing. 

"Ill" Ila Hawks. Normal. 

She is attractive and is one of those who go to make our girls the best- 
looking aggregate yet assembled. 

"Milt" E. Milton Christensen. 

He's a fellow who does things in the construction line. He first gets 
an idea, then puts a foundation under it. He believes talk and girls a 
nuisance. He is destined to be one of Idaho's leading engineers. 

"Belle" Isabelle Wilson. 

Though she's a commercial, and trained to set rules, 
Her heart is as priceless as the most precious jewels: 
From her deep eyes of brown that encouraging smile 
Gladdens our hearts, and makes life worth while. 

"Our Singer" Anna Newell. Music. 

The gods are very much in love with Anna on account of her voice. 
She, however, prefers Brownies to gods. We wish her success even if 
the gods are against her. 

"Nell" Nellie Taylor. 

Nellie has no enemies — but she has a mania for boys with red hair. She 
has other sterling qualities as well. 

"Lucile" Lucile Stewart. High School. 

A jolly good friend. One of those girls who can't make her hair behave. 

Effle Redd. 
Here's to the little senorita from the land of sunshine, flowers and fiery 
Spaniards. She loves to watch basket ball and wrestling, but in her 
heart is a real home maker, for she is studying Domestic Science, Dress- 
making, and music. May the sunshine in her heart brighten others as it 
has ours. 


"Tommie" Lucile Knowlden. 

Lucile is the girl who does things. A good student, who has a definite 
aim, and will make a success in all she undertakes to do. 

"Joe" Joseph "Walton. 

Here's to Joe with his dimples. He loves all the girls, but they all try 
in vain — he has a steady in his own home town. A good student and 
always busy. 

"Jill" Liza Hindley. Normal. 

A "garnerer" of knowledge. May you always be as popular, amiable, 
and successful as you have been at school. 

"Hagellago" Vern O. Knudsen. High School. 

May you "survey" the world as well as you have your class. 

Gerald "W. Berry. 
One who believes in getting at the bottom of things. May success al- 
ways attend you. 

"Sam" Samuel Bleak. High School. 

Our popular band master. May you play the horn of fortune as well as 
the cornet. 

"Tom" Thos. E. Caldwell. High School. 

A worthy seeker after knowledge. May your efforts ever be boun- 
teously rewarded. 

"Snir* Grant Clark. High School. 

A grind from the word go. May your success in life be similar to your 
success at school. 

""Ken" Kenneth Decker. 

His name describes him fully. May you Bee-come an athlete of great 

Ray Gardner. Arts and Manual Training. 
May you plan and build many mansions, and may they be filled with 
baritone music. 

"Cleopatra" Martha Glazier. Music. 

May the eyes of Apollo ever watch o'er thee, that thy desires may be 

"Smiles" Myrtle Kirkham. Normal. 

The mildest manners with the bravest mind. 

"Spills" Marian Andelin. High School. 

Quiet and unassuming. Believes in getting all that is possible out of 
school without telling anybody about it. 

"Kim" Ireta Pace. Normal. 

" 'Tis beauty that doth make women proud, 
'Tis virtue that doth make them most admired." 

"Val" Valentine Larsen. Arts and Manual Training. 

She thinks a little nonsense, now and then, is relished by the best of 
men. As merry as a cricket. 

"Hat" Hattie Keeler. 

She keeps things on the move all the time, and is an antidote for 


'Glenn" Glenn Johnson. Arts and Manual Training. 

Smiles a specialty; advises every one to work cheerfully, and practices 
what she preaches. 

'Flossia" Frank Winn. 

Frank is our Flossia, of whom we are proud. He's a worker, a sticker 
and in fame shall be shroud. We see him go quietly, unassuming on his 
way. We expect to read Flossia's great works some day. 

'Izzy** Erael Day. 

Was from Sanpete, now from Kissville. Rather quiet but not bashful. 
Is an athlete and a talented musician that the band cannot do without. 
Ambitious, still climbing, and continually smiling. 

'Smiles'* Merline Roylance. Music. 

"There is in souls a sympathy with sounds, 
And as the mind is pitched the ear is pleased 
With the melting airs of martial, brisk or grave, 
Some chord in unison with that we hear 
Is touched within us when she plays." 

'Fussy" Ja^y "Wooten. High School. 

Honorary member of the "Fusser's Club." He sluflfs, but still he works 
— at least, he thinks so. Always says, does and wears the right thing 
at the right time; in fact, "he is the very pink of courtesy." 

"Tack" Karen Bingham. 

Our envy and wonder, always hitting exams high in the chest. Yet 
calm and graceful withal, with a congenial smile for everyone. 

"Dan Patch" Samuel Trotter. High School. 

Always digging. Knows what he has done. Pleasant as a morning in 
June. Entered as a Twelve; is a Twelve; and goes out as a Twelve. 

"Hen." Henry O. Hendricksen. 

Represents Levan, Juab County. Began High School, now Commercial. 
Doesn't tell all he knows in a minute. Keeps his secrets from all except 
one. May live in American Fork. 

"Kittie" Kate Chipman. Music. 

Here's to our dear Kit, who involves the whole class in one big con- 
spiracy of love. Calm and graceful, with a congenial smile for every- 


Hazel Stonebraker. High School. 

J. Ellis Black. 

She likes to talk as well as anyone, 
But generally waits till work is done. 


We do not what we ought. 

What we ought not we do; 
And lean upon the thought 

That chance will bring us through. 

«Yjy»» Vivian Parkinson. Arts and Manual Training. 

Royal hearted and true; queenly splendor tempered with every-day com- 
mon sense. 

Agnes Stewart. 
Good-natured and pleasant, with just enough of temper to relieve 


'Eve" Evelyn Madson. Normal. 

A sunny-haired princess who is free from most of the faults common 
to the human race, and takes Training as if she really liked it. 

•Stel" Gertrude Collett. High School. 

Gushing, sparkling Irish wit, coupled with Yankee git-up and git. 

'Mle. de Mussct" Emily Anderson. Music. 

She has a voice of gladness and a smile. She is as constant as the stars 
that never vary. 

"Penobscott" Le Grande Hardy. High School. 

"I do not think a braver gentleman, 
More active-valiant or more valiant young, 
More daring or more bold, is now alive. 
To grace this latter age with gentle, noble deeds." 

Erma Fletcher. Normal. 
"As a violet she droops her bashful brow, 
But from her heart sweet incense fills the air; 
So rich within, so pure without, art thou. 
With modest mien and soul of virtue rare." 

"Ef" Ethel Taylor. Music. 

Nature was here so lavish of her store 
That she bestow'd until she had no more. 

Mazie Campbell. Arts and Manual Training. 
"Sincerity's her chief delight, 

The darling pleasure of her mind. 
Oh, that I could to her invite 
All the whole race of human kind." 

"Robin" Walter Anderson. Commercial. 

"Now, there's that big Walt Anderson. He's all Commercial. He'll show 
you how to sell a 2c for a dime. I believe he'll be a cashier, too. He 
never cracked a smile nor broke a reputation." 

"Judge" Einer Anderson. High School. 

Could hardly be called a woman hater. Is neither as slow as a tortoise 
nor as fast as a hare. Has private opinions of his own. Is an all round 
sport, and is very popular with the Profs. "Kiel vi estas, Einer?" 

"Shortie" '^^ Vere Childs. 

"If you want to go to heaven and don't want to pay. 
Just climb Shortie's legs, and you'll be half way." 

Always sees the silver linings of the clouds, and scatters sunshine every- 

"Billie" Lothield Young. High School. 

Lothield leaves well prepared for College. Knows all about Physi- 
ography. Studies hard. 

"Blinks" Bernard Nash. 

A Booster from the start. A hard-working, thorough-going student. 
Is of genial personality and has not a grain of prejudice in his make up. 
Is a popular student, and while he has been with us has been promi- 
nent in student affairs. 

«Q gjji. Florence Green. Normal. 

A Myster Girl who is a Mystery. May your bright smile ever radiate 
as it has at school. 


"Elaine." Eliza Hayes. Normal. 

A lady worthy of her name. A good sport when she hasn't a plan to get. 
May your teachings in the future be as thorough as they have in the 

, Harry Philips. 

Here s to the man who thinks that hoeing potatoes is just as compatible 
with high thinking as playing the piano and challenges Prof. Lund to 
prove that it isn't. 

"Dot" Elfle Bean. Normal. 

How can we live without Dot's glorious smile, unlimited wit and ami- 
ability to take us along our course? She has been smiling for us ever 
since 1908. Here's to your success and we doubt it not. 

Nettie Tanner. Normal. 
Not a grind, but a steady, even student, taking delight in everything, 
including class stunts. 

"V" Venice Clark. High School. 

"V" is an all round jolly kid, yet never around too often; always busy 
enough to do her French, yet never too busy to lead in a hearty laugh 
and Rah! Rah! Life is just one long, broad, and smooth road for her, 
with good cheer at every milepost. and a string of followers after her.' 
A cracker-jack sales lady behind the candy counter on Bazaar Day. 

"Rascal" Alice Wrathall. High School. 

"A lavish planet reign'd when she was born. 
And made her of such kindred mould to heav'n; 
She seems more heav'n's than ours." 

"Andy" A. K. Smith. 

"Even to the dullest peasant standing by, 
Who fastened still on him a wondering eye. 
He seemed the master spirit of the land." 

"Les" D. Leslie Spilsbury. High School. 

Love and meekness become a churchman better than ambition; 
Win straying souls with modesty again cast none away. 

"Jim" James C. Whlttaker. 

Patience sat by him, in an angel's garb, and held out a full bowl of rich 
content, of which he largely quaffed. 

"Les" Lester Taylor. 

"Poet! esteem thy noble part. 
Still listen, still record. 
Sacred historian of the heart, 
And moral nature's lord." 

"Marion" Elmarion Nicholes. 

"Generous as brave. 
Affections, kindness and sweet oflfices 
Of love and duty were to him as needful 
As his daily bread." 

"Rob" Robert "W. Nesbit. Commercial and High School. 

Not for himself, but for the world he lives. 

"Demosthenes" James A. Bullock. 

"Fire in each eye. and papers in each hand. 
He raves, recites, and maddens all the land. 


.,. J. , Maud Hibbert. Arts and Manual Training. 

A guardian angel o er her life presides, 
Doubling her pleasures and cares dividing." 

"Mother" Hasel Macdonald. Arts and Manual Training' 

A little nonsense now and then is relished by the best of men." 

"He's so full of pleasant anecdote; ^^^" ^'^'■^' 

So rich, so gay, so poignant in his wit, 
Time vanishes before him as he speaks 
And ruddy morning thru the lattice peeps 
Ere night seems well begun." 

, Mary Shelley. Arts and Manual Training. 

Whate er she did was done with so much ease, 
In her alone 'tis natural to please." 

"Ken" Kenneth Roylance. Music. 

One of the few of our class to whom we owe much of its dignity He* 
has not said much, but helped matters more by doing. Will make a 
good addition to any College class. 

c>i 1 n- r , .... Christa Prescott. 

bhe has willing feet, a smile that is sweet, a kind, pleasant word for 
all who she meets, and that's why she is a Twelve. 

"Lin" Linton Morgan^ 

Lin's a business man, a deep thinker, an optimist, a man of strong per- 
sonality; determined to win. See him at the '12s H. S. Trophy Cup. 

"Smiles" Ella Hafen. High School. 

"A heavyweight from the Sunny South," both in knowledge and ap- 
pearance. She hails from Utah's Dixie, where they raise men and women. 

"Tillie" Stella Olson. 

We all know "Tillie." She wears the smile that never comes off. She 
likes all the boys, no "one" in particular. "Tillie" is a student, and has 
bright prospects of becoming a dramatic reader of great ability. 

"Dan" D. D. McArthur. High School.. 

Here's to the dentist to be. His ambition is to attend an Eastern Col- 
lege, and if fortune serves him right he will study in Chicago for the- 
next three years. May he be as successful in fixing other heads as he 
has been in winning the hearts of the '12s H. S. 

"Girly" Zeralda N. Nlelson. High School. 

He is as hard to get acquainted with as his name is to say. The boys 
thought Zeralda was a girl all the first semester. He's not been with 
us long, but is a loyal worker. We shall hear of him later. 

'Silence" Howard Bee.. 

This Bee seemeth too busy to buzz. 

No man knoweth the thing he does. 

He carryeth his nectar from text book to teacher 

And in life's aspirations is indeed a high reacher. 


"Bizz" Florence Bee. Commercial and High School. 

What she is and what she isn't 

She is neither a big "B" 

Nor a small "b," 

A "wood b," 

Nor a could be," 

A rag-bee, 

Nor a sewing-bee; ? 

But maybe 

The buzzing Florence Bee. 

"Benj, Franklin" Irvin Tippits. High School. 

Men of few words are the best men. Irvin is the quietest and most 
unassuming member of the class, but at the same time he is leaving be- 
hind him a most enviable record. 

"Pat" Earl M. Patterson. 

We are all eyes when he is present, and all memory when he is gone. 

Fern Greene. Normal. 
A lady fair, with golden hair. 

And eyes of softest blue; 
She has her fun, like anyone, 

And gets her lessons, too. 

"Floss" Florence Duffin. 

Beauty, truth, and rarity, race in all simplicity. 

"Chatter-box" Eunice Robinson. High School. 

And there is Eunice, 
At study a lion. 
At play a lamb. 
She's not fond of eggs. 
But she does love her "Ham." 

Qngineer ?|iflS£f on iWarriase 

It was the next afternoon after the Girls' Party. Joseph Woot- 
ten and Le Grande Hardy met in the hall and were dreamily 
discussing their success in winning favors from the fairer sex. 
Finally Jay spoke up with an air of self-appreciation : "Fellows, 
I'm tired of chasing around all night and feeling tough all next 

"Now you're talking, boys! Now you have said something!" 
put in Higgs, who was standing near. Coming nearer, he con- 
tinued: "How old are you kids, an5rway? You're not old 
enough to quit wearing short pants yet, and talking of getting 

"We're as old as half the fellows who get married. I know a 
dozen fellows who were married at twenty," rejoined Jay. 

The big janitor smiled witily; then, turning serious, as if he 
were going to give some good advice for nothing, he began : 

"Wootten, did you ever live on a farm?" 

"Yes, I guess I have." 

"Did you have a big herd of hogs?" 

"Yes; I should say we did." 

"Do you remember of ever feeding them hot swill?" 

"Yes. Why?" 

"Well, you know how they act. They all go crazy as soon as 
they hear you pour the swill in the trough. The first one sticks 
his nose in clean up to his eyes, but isn't long getting it out, 
and goes rooting in the dirt. The next one does the same, 
and every damned pig will stick his nose in that hot stuff and 
go off squealing. Do you know that is just exactly the way 
with you young bucks about getting married? Every one of 
you must get your nose burned before you will know enough 
to leave it alone, and then you know it's an awful long wedding 
that hasn't got a Reno." 


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In years iw cuiuc, ulicn we glance through the "Mizpah." 
The two behind the scenes in duty's path — 
Vi. G. P. and our Lottie, the queenly lass — 
Will start our emotions to overflow. 

— Orrin Baird. 
Your work will be a lasting tribute to your loyalty and devotion to the 
class. We owe you a great debt of gratitude, which can never be repaid. 

— Einar Anderson. 
Should it ever be my privilege to recommend the two classmates to 
whom we owe a lasting debt, I should simply present this beautiful book. 

— B. H. Stringliam. 
What they have done shall live in the hearts of their classmates. 

— Merline Roylance. 
Loyalty for the class and love for the school 
Is shown by hard work. That's their "golden rule." 

— D. L. Spilsbury. 
Those who enjoy the pleasures of the "Mizpah" should not forget the 
hours of labor that it took to prepare the work. 

— Frank Winn. 
If we Twelves only knew of the fame of these two. 

That have labored so hard for our cause. 
We could never regret, the day that we met: 
But example ourselves by their laws. 

— J. F. ^yalton. 
Never before in my e.xperience have I seen two more original, more 
earnest workers than Miss Gibson and Mr. Poulson. 

— Katie Chlpman. 
Praise to Lottie and Mclvin for the success of the Year Rook. 

— C. J. Woods. 







Hish Soh eol GraduE 


1-1 Graduates. 


Graduates from the Music Department 


Arts and Manual Training Graduates. 


Principle of Agricultural Department 



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One Hundreil 

The Normals' father confessor. 
;\ormal. J. L. Brown. 

merrial. Earl J. Glade. 

Our friend INDEED. 

B. H. Bastmond. 

Arts and Manual Training'. 

Our sole advisor. 
High School. B. S. Hinckley. 

The soul of our mirth. 
Music. A. C. Lund. 

One Hundred On€ 

jj^mong the important developments of the present school year 
is the enthusiastic development of inter-class debates. For 
which we feel a deep indebtedness to our intrepid debating man- 
ager, Geo. Worthen. Having been early imbued with Bulwer 
Lytton's fiery sentiment, "In the lexicon of youth there is no 
such word as fail," Mr. Worthen took up the responsibility of 
his office with energy and good cheer. He immediately set 
about to interest some of Provo's prominent business men, who 
cheerfully responded and furnished an elegant silver trophy 
cup ; which remains the property of the school debating society, 
but the class and the class debaters of the winning team to be 
engraved upon the cup. 

It is with pleasure that we here record the fact that our 1912 
High School Class and their debating team, James A. Bullock 
and Irvin R. Tippetts, have the place of honor on the coveted 
trophy. Among the events of vital importance in our class his- 
tory was the announcement handed down by the judges on the 
tenth day of March, 1912, in favor of the affirmative at the close 
of the most important debate in our class life, that the vexed 
and perplexing question which for decades had been puzzling 
the Solons and Websters of the United States Congress — "Re- 
solved, that the U. S. Federal Government should establish a 
parcels post" — had been settled once and for all time by the 
matchless oratory and profound arguments of our James 
Demosthenes Bullock and our Benj. Franklin Tippetts. 

Pres. E. S. Hinckley. 

One Hundred Two 

One Hundred Three 

Ctie Poofe of Ctuelijesf 

Being a record of the first battle of the tribe of Stringham, in 
the ninth year of the reign of Judge Brimhall. 

1. Now behold, it came to pass in the ninth year of the reign 
of the righteous Judge Brimhall of the B. Y. U., there arose a 
mighty class of '12s, of the tribe of Stringham. 

2. And it came to pass that they walked in the ways of their 
ruler, and because of their righteousness, they gained much fa- 
vor in the sight of their Judge. 

3. Lo, and behold, because of their righteousness, it came to 
pass that they gathered together for a time of rejoicing. 

4. And it came to pass, while they were thus gathered to- 
gether, the mighty hosts of the College, of the tribe of Beeley, 
rebelled against the '12s, in so much that they refused to let 
the '12s take instructions on their land, which is to the north- 
ward, on a narrow neck of land called Temple Hill. 

5. Now it came to pass that on the 28th day of the tenth 
month, of the ninth year of the reign of Judge Brimhall, all of 
the tribes of the B. Y. U. gained favor in the sight of the judge 
in so much that they again gathered themselves together, yea, 
even for a time of great feasting and rejoicing. 

6. But lo, and behold it came to pass that the sons of Beeley 
hardened their hearts against the sons of Stringham, in so much 
that there arose a great rebellion, and they gathered together 
their armies to destroy the sons of the tribe of Stringham. 

7. Nevertheless, the sons of the tribe of Stringham assembled 
their forces together to cause vengeance to come upon the sons 
of the tribe of Beeley, and they sent a proclamation unto the 
sons of the tribe of Beeley, that they would fight for the right 
to receive instructions on whatsoever land was necessary they 

One Hundred Four 

8. And it came to pass that the daughters of the tribe of 
Stringham did assemble themselves together, and did take the 
top of the Maeser Memorial, burning all bridges behind them. 

9. And it came to pass that they did gather together for a time 
of rejoicing to bring remorse upon the daughters of the tribe of 
Beeley, in so much that there was a continual war of tongues 
between them. 

10. And lo, and behold, it came to pass that the sons of String- 
ham and the sons of Beeley, did meet together in mighty battle. 

11. And now it came to pass, after the close of twenty min- 
utes, after much bloodshed and many side shows, the sons of 
the tribe of Beeley were crushed, and retreated to the grand- 
stand in sore remorse. 

12. Now it came to pass that the sons and daughters of the 
tribe of Stringham did meet together for a time of great rejoic- 
ing and feasting. 

13. And it came to pass that they did carry the laurels down 
town, yea even to the Bank Comer, and did dance and rejoice 

14. Now lo, and behold it came to pass that the sons and 
daughters of the tribe of Beeley became exceeding meek and 
humbled, and the tribe of Stringham did continue to receive 
instructions on the land to the northward until the end of their 

15. And this ends the record of the first battle of the sons of 
the tribe of Stringham and the sons of the tribe of Beeley, in 
the ninth year of the reign of Judge Brimhall, in the year Nine- 
teen Hundred and Eleven. 

One Hundred Five 




The "12's" High School Class 
Will Spend a Large Sum 
on a HagDiflcent Entrance 
to the School. 

(Special to the Herald-Republican) 

The 1912 High School class of 
the Brigham Young University, 
numbering 150 high school gradu- 
ates, will leave a monument at the 
B. Y. U. that will be a lasting trib- 
ute to the memory of that organ- 
ization. The students some time 
ago decided they would build a 
gateway to the high school and 
Normal buildings, so immediately 
set to work surveying the south- 

west corner of the high school 
campus. After carefully figuring 
out the cost of building a gateway 
that would be a credit to the insti- 
tution, the students found that it 
would cost them $1,000 to do the 
work, but voted unanimously to 
put in the gateway. 

P. C. Peterson, the present editor 
of the White and Blue, and one of 
the directors of the Sanpete Stone 
Company, offered the class $150.00 
worth of white stone of the finest 
quality. Architect J. E. Allen drew 
up the plans. 

The base will be built of granite 
and cement, while the capping will 
be of white stone. It will be one 
of the finest gateways ever erected 
in front of a college. Work will 
commence the first of next week, 
and the students hope to have it 
completed by the first of May. 

One Hundred Six 

>• Presidency 







May 11, 1911( 

To the Presidency and Members 

of the Third Year High School Class, 
Brigham Young University. 

My dear Students : 

Even at this late hour I hope you will 
accept my apppeciation of the invitation to 
attend your festivities Saturday evening. 
May 6» It is needless for me to say that 
through school affairs and other circum- 
stances, over which I have no control, I was 
not able to be present. I appreciate the 
invitation very much and shall place it away 
and cherish it as one of my school treasures. 
If the party was as unique as the program is 
it certainly must have been an enjoyable 

Very truly yours. 

One Hundred Seven 

One Hundred Eight 

^^ ©f)t g>pice of life 


c c $ 

Oh, listen, my children, and you shall hear 
The story of some chemists here. 
It ^von't be long; before fve all shall have died, 
And we'll hold a banquet upon the other side. 

Kenneth Bors, what Is It that you teach us? 

Kenneth Borgr, teach the Jolly band? 
Kenneth Borg;, 'tis suicide you teach us. 

But we'll all meet together in the promised land. 

A Twelve, quite green, tested for Oxygen. 

He lit a match, but It was Hydrogen; 

He stood and lu^ld the flask rtgiit in his hand. 

And he started on his journey to the promised land. 

A qualitative student ^vith his tongrue took a lick; 
The unknown looked mild, but contained arsenic. 
He was seized irlth a longing to join the band, 
And started on his journey to the promised land. 

A stnde made a test with cyanide. 

His friends waited for him on the other side; 

He poured into the mixture some H-^SO, 

And he followed in the footsteps of those who'd gone below^. 

Doc. Fletcher is the Physic Prof. 

He's new to us, so we sliould not scoff; 

But when he thinks that he can kick us out. 

We'll cease to think that he's a good old scout. 

Harvey PI etch — he's plumb full of mechanics; 
Harvey Fletch— he's made of light and heat; 
Harvey Fletch — he goes through funny antics, 
" 'Cause he suffers with acceleration of the feet." 

And then there's isometric Chester Snow, 

He rips us up, when in our lessons we are slow; 

His head's so big he cannot think. 

And the flies all use it for a skating rink. 

Chester Snow — he's crystallized and moulded; 

Chester Snow — his head's a 'cllnal dome; 

Chester Snow — he looks just like a fossil; 

And soon hell join the bunch down at the Orphan's Home. 

And then ^'e can't forget Prof. Wm. J. Snow 

He never speaks of his classes as slo^v. 

His weight Is nothing, as he Is six feet tall; 

And he vron't even flunk you If you do not work at all. 

William J. — he likes to tell us stories; 
AVilliam J. — he's quite a preacher, too; 
William J. — when he doesn't know the lesson; 
He tells us of the things he used to do. 


One Hundred Nine 

Woods — "Well, Brother Partrldgre, what do you 
think of that subject?" 

Prof. Partrtdge — "I don't think — I know." 
Woods — "W^ell, you see, I'm In the same fix — 
I don't think I know." 

Rasmussen — If we should look at this dog's 
Inngrs, what would we see? 
Cbanncey— The seat of his pants. 

Carlle once had a fine beau, 

He took her, one night, to the sheau, 

When the curtain went down. 

He said with a frown, 

By Jeau, you kneau, we must geau. 

jTacuItp iWeeting 

1. Present Motion. 

2. Pass It. 

3. Discuss It. 

4. Reconsider It. 

5. Amend It. 

6. Discuss It. 

7. Amend the Amendment. 

8. Move to lay It on the table. 

9. Discuss It. 

10. Refer It to committee with 

power to act. 

11. Discuss It. 

12. Adjourn. 
1.3. Discuss It. 

Bry— May I? 
Kate — No. 
Bry — ^Why not? 
Bry — All right. 
Kate — W^ell? 
Bry — Oh! 
Kate — Stop!! 
Bry— Never. 
Kate— I'll screan 
Bry— Scream. 
Kate — Too late. 
Bry — Good-bye. 
Kate — Stay. 
Bry — W^hy? 
Kate — Oh, well? 
Bry — More? 
Kate — Oh, well. 
Bry — There! 

"For goodness' sake, Katie, how long did you boil these 

"Just as long as you told me to, Miss Redd." 

"Impossible. They're hard as bricks." 

"I boiled them just twelve minutes." 

"Twelve? Why, I told you that three minutes was long 
enough for an egg !" 

"Yes; but, Miss Redd, I boiled four of them." 

Liza — "You are the first man I ever permitted to kiss me." 
Jack — "And you are the first girl I ever kissed. Will you 
marry me ? 

Liza — "I wouldn't marry a liar.'* 
Jack— "I would." 

One Hundred Ten 

* Andy K. Smith was giving his first sermon, and had nearly 

reached the climax when one of his German listeners landed 
a cabbage head at his feet. A. K. picked it up, and then, gazing 
out over the audience, he said: "Thank you. This is more 
than I had any reason to expect. It is the first time any one has 
ever lost his head over my sermons." 

"Now, why should we have pennies?" complained DeVere. 
"I don't know," answered Clarence J., "unless it is to en- 
able the Faculty to be charitable." 

^' We were condoling our chaperones because they lived 

^ ' alone. "Save your pity," said Leona, indignantly. "We have a 
dog that growls, a parrot that swears, a lamp that smokes, and 
a cat that stays out nights. Now, why should we get married?" 

Two thirds of Jim Bullock's troubles wear petticoats. 
E. H. E. — "Why, L5nin, what are you drawing?" 
Lynn — "I'm drawing a picture of God." 
E. H. E.— "Oh ! nobody knows how God looks." 
Lyin — "They will when I get this done." 

Erma — "Did he really say I was dove-like?" 
Joe Walton — "Well, not exactly. He said you were pigeon- 

Emily A. — "I wonder why Florence Green is afraid to ven- 
ture out in a shower?" 

Ethel — "She's hunting a husband, maybe." 

Emily — "What has that to do with it." 

Ethel — "She believes in keeping her powder dry." 

There are one million microbes on a twenty dollar bill, but 
the death rate among the compilers of the "Mizpah" caused by 
handling these is very low. 

What is the difference between Bee and a book agent? 
Bee hasn't the nerve to sting you more than once. 

If Leo washed his socks in Freshwater, would Bri String- 
ham? No, but Clarence Wood. 

Fern C — "Weren't you shy when the President asked you 

your age at registration. Myrtle?" 

Myrtle K — "Yes, dear; about ten years shy." 

Zora — "Don't you think I sing with feeling, Melvin?" 

Melvin — "Er — no; if you had any feeling you wouldn't 


One Hundred Eleven 

Jay had better take some oats to bed with him to feed J J 

that night mare of his. Last night he dreamed he was dying, 
and this is what he said: "I am gone! Yes-er-I know. Go to 
Hattie. Tell her-er-I died with-her name on-my lips; that 
I-er-have loved-her-her alone-er-always. And Elva-tell-er-tell 
Eve the same thing." 

Eliza Hayes, in training — "Jonnie Jones, you are the 
naughtiest boy I know of ; you're not fit to sit by decent people. 
Come right up here and sit down by me." 

Jack J. — "I wear gloves during the night to keep my hands 

Liza — "And do you wear your hat, too?" 

Greenhalgh — "Say, Sharp, lend me a twenty." 

Sharp— "Oh! go off; if I gave you a twenty you would 

be making as much noise around here as a kicking mule in a 

tin stable." 

Earl A. — "I am trying my best to get ahead." 
Venice — "Well, heaven knows you need one." 

Bri, in Student Body — "Gentlemen, my opinion is that 
the generality of mankind in general is disposed to take advan- 
tage of the generality of — " 

Dave — "Sh! sit down, Bri; you're coming out of the same 
hole you went in." 

"Women's minds are mudi cleaner than men's," said 

"They ought to be," replied Chance; "they change them 
so much oftener." 

Merline — "How do you like my rendering Elfie?" 
Elfie— "You ought to be with Wagner." 
Merline— "Hff^^oy^i^iikV niy fg^dgring, Elfe ?" 
Elfie— "Well, I know it." 

Emily — "Well, Brother Chamberlin, what is the best road 
to heaven?" 

"Turn to the right and go straight on." 

J — "I can't tell you who my best man friend is, but I can 
tell you who my bosom girl friend is." 
Hattie— "Oh ! who is it?" 
J — "The laundry girl who does my shirts." 


One Hundred Twelve 

One Hundred Thirteen 

1 I I 1 ] I t m 1 1 

One Hundred Fourteen 

Q JBttatt ^tntt in ^i&ion 

I stepped into Briant's parlor, 

Three black-eyed kids I spied. 
Katie looked tired and weary. 

"Bry's off to band," she sighed. 

In a little shabby kitchen, 

Mid a dozen toey heads, 
Who is there but Lottie. 

"This is real life," she said. 

There's a mansion grand and tall. 

What a banker csJls his home. 
By a cheerless hearth of stone. 

Sits our Melvin with a phone. 

On a little country corner. 

In a granary of a store, 
I peeped behind the counter, 

Saw Clarence J. and peanuts 3 or 4 

I thot to see a minstrel. 

So took a seat on front row. 
Up there thumping the old piano 

With her head askew — Miss Roylance I know. 

One Hundred Fifteen 

As I took the elevator to my room, 
Which was located on the ninth floor. 

"Hellow old classmate," from Earl Greenhalgh, 
Working the buttons inside the door. 

Would you think Lucile a nurse? 

That's what seems to puzzle me. 
At least she'll have the "training," 

And, if perseverance counts, an M. D. 

Vern, the great and famous centre. 

Of a reservation farm I mean, 
Also a dozen lazy youngsters. 

In his back yard were seen. 

"Belle" the belle of school you remember, 

Always so gay among the boys. 
Is still going to college. 

Hoping to know no other joys. 

They took me to the hospital. 

As I had a broken knee. 
The second day a message came, 

"Our Freddie" brought it up to me. 

Fern got married very soon. 

Some say the very next day. 
I saw her teaching Sunday School, 

"Let little children come unto me." 

One Hundred Sixteen 


One Hundred Seventeen 




Four years of school at B. Y. U. 
Bring many a striking change. 
The picftures of four years ago 
Now seem so quaint* and strange. 

For instance take these pictures 
Of our jolly Clarence J. 
Just note the many changes 
The kind, and in what way 

A little boy in knee pants 
He was four years ago. 
Now he's a 1912 sport 
Say, don't B. Y. U. grow? 

One Hundred Eighten 

Q)ftat tfje Panpon arijinks; of ©g 

"A stalwart race by harmony thus bound 
Who laid opposing barriers to the ground; 
We, in derision, scorn despairing throes, 
Pluck diadems of victory from our foes." 

This is the way in which the '12s H. S. see themselves. And^ 
in looking back over their class history one will see that they 
have some grounds for this rather egotistic attitude. 

Immediately upon entering school, they showed their aggres- 
siveness by dragging the 'lis H. S. through the mill-race. Ever 
since then they have been up to their tricks (especially with 
those unfortunate foes) by taking the first inter-class baseball 
series in which they competed, the Founder's Day track meet 
of last fall, and inter-class wrestling championships this year. 

Ever since entering school, they have proved themselves to 
be as they say: the stalwart class who "pluck diadems of vic- 
tory from their foes." 

They are the kind who, with enough time and patient training 
will make good college guys. 

In looking back over our high school career many pleasing 
and encouraging reminiscences come to mind. Our class con- 
tests have been a source of joy and profit, and though we have 
often been downed, we have won more than our share of vic- 

Cft^ IV^ €onit^^ion 

Perhaps our strongest rivals have been the '12s H. S., and we 
confess that they are a commendable aggregation. Although 
we have often become a little stern in times of strong rivalry, 
we vacate our place for the '12s with the best of feelings and 
the assurance of worthy successors. We wish to acknowledge 
our appreciation of their banquet and ball given in our honor. 
It was not only a creditable entertainment, but in many respects 
a model. We admire your initiative and push, '12s, and wish 
you as much success in your future undertakings as attended 
your efforts in entertaining the 'lis. 

'llsH. S.— D. J. W. 

One Huinlreil Nineteen 

One Hundred Twenty 

Verii Grecmvood: not green in the sense of being mildewy; not an ever- 
green in the sense of being static; but Vern, the man of action; not a 
Bemostlienes liefore the pubHc; but work, wiggle, and win personified. 

One Hundred Twenty-one 

Breathes there a boy with hair dark, light, or red, 
Who never to himself hath said : 
"This is my school; it can't be beat." 
Whose spacious stomach never churned 
Inside its owner while he yearned 
To go and help his classmates eat? 

If such there be, go get the shears — 
That shiny pair of Budeliers. 
Stout though his stature, "Fat" his name, 
Auburn his locks as wish could claim ; 
Despite that head with all its swell. 
This lad who loves himself so well. 
Shall gain some unsought-for renown 
By being chased half way through town. 
Caught; to the earth by his classmates borne 
And ignominiously shorn. 

One Hundred Twenty-two 

A Flag of White ! ! 
A Flag of Blue ! ! 
A One and Nine!! 
A One and Two ! ! 
It stands for Twelves ! 
The ones who DO ! ! 

One ! Nine ! One ! Two ! 
One ! Nine ! One ! Two ! 

Twelves ! Twelves ! ! 

Clas-sy! Lad-dies! 

Sas-sy! Las-sies! 
One ! Nine ! One ! Two ! 
One ! Nine ! One ! Two ! 

Twelves ! Twelves ! ! 

Rush 'Em! Sqush'Em! Mush 'Em! Slush 'Em! 
Kill Their Music ! Quietus ! Hush 'Em ! ! 
Do some chinning ! ! Work yourselves ! ! 
Tigers! Tamales!! Victory! Twelves!! 

Sic 'Em!! Lick 'Em!! 
Seize 'Em ! Cheese 'Em ! Freeze 'Em ! ! 

Zip-p-p ! ! Rip-p-p ! ! 
Fly at 'Em ! Eat 'Em Up ! Do It Now ! ! 

Twelves!! Twelves!! 

"Stick together, Twelves. You're a sure win." 


"When there's something; really good, VV^hen a student makes a flunk, 

Keep it out. Keep it out. 

For you know you really should When a chapel song- is punk, 

Keep it out. Keep it out. 

Stories thin and stories tall, \Vhen two friends in anger clasli. 

Good and bad, and big and small, AVlien an athlete wins the dash. 

Any thing that's fun at all, Or somebody donates cash, 
Keep it out. Keep it out. 

If they quarrel when at church. 

Keep it out. 
If the Prof, should wield the birch. 

Keep it out. 
AVhen nine co-eds, fair to see, 
>Vliisper sometliing over tea. 
Print it f Goodness gracious me. 

Keep it out. 

One Hundred Twenty-three 

tTune— $ut |?our ^vmi iSrounb i«le J^ontv 
Raise the dear old banner of the White and Blue, 
Cudgel up your loyalty ; it's up to you 
To be the best class in the school. 
Work hard — that is our golden rule. 
When other students look at us their hearts will start 
And with envy they'll wish they were half as smart. 
O 12s! stick to your name, and we'll all — do what? 

Reach fame ! 
We're the class that showed the college we were some. 
And tonight we mean to have a different kind of fun. 
O boys ! we think a lot of you ; 
O girls ! we promise to be true. 

Our cheering from the College building helped you fight. 
And, dear girls, we mean to pay you back tonight. 
O 12s! you are some game, and you bet — We'll what? 

Reach fame ! 

^une— BToUp ^tubentg 

We're a band of loyal students come from South, North, East 

and West, 
You will know us when you see us by our emblem, '12 H. S. 
On the campus and in school rooms you will find us in the lead. 
For in athletics and lessons we are determined to succeed, 
So every sister high school class, no matter which it is, 
Will bow before the greatness of our bunch of loyal '12s, 
And their many gallant colors must be dipped without ado 
To that peerless, fearless banner of our White and Navy Blue. 
For we are jolly students of the B. Y. U. 
We're here to do; 

Our colors are just White and Blue, 
We've got the nip and grit of America, 
Rah! Rah! Rah! 

We're the kind who dare and do. 
You may talk about your college fair. Harvard and old Yale, 
And all the Universities, whose banners brave the gale. 
Of the azure flag of Cambridge and old Oxford's noble blue. 
That fly in far-off England, over hearts both staunch and true ; 
From the sunny shores of 'Frisco, up to distant Portland, Maine, 
Away off to the Philippines, and way back home again. 
There's no college, university, or school can ever show 
So brave, so true, so great a crew of students as we know. 

One Hundred Twenty-four 


"The Lord watch between me and thee, when we are absent one from 
the other." 

Go thou thy way and I go mine ; 

Apart, yet not afar ; 
Only a thin veil hangs between 

The Pathways where we are ; 
And "God keep watch 'tween thee and me," 

This is my prayer ; 
He looks thy way. He looketh mine, 

And keeps us near. 

I know not where thy road may lie. 

Or which way mine may be ; 
If mine will lead through parching sands. 

And thine beside the sea; 
Yet God keeps watch 'tween thee and me. 

So never fear; 
He holds thy hand, He claspeth mine, 

And keeps us near. 

Should wealth and fame perchance be thine, 

And my lot lowly be. 
Or you be sad or sorrowful. 

And glory be for me : 
Yet "God keeps watch 'tween thee and me," 

Both be His care, 
One arm 'round thee and one 'round me 

Will keep us near. 

I'll sigh sometimes to see thy face, 

But since this cannot be, 
I'll leave thee to the care of Him 

Who cares for thee and me. 
"I'll keep thee both beneath my wings," 

This comfort dear, 
One wing o'er thee and one o'er me. 

So we are near. 

And though our paths be separate, 

And thy way is not mine. 
Yet, coming to the mercy seat, 

My soul will meet with thine; 
And "God keep watch 'tween thee and me," 

I'll whisper there. 
He blesseth thee. He blesseth me. 

And we are near. — J. A. B. 

|£ desire t*o make an acknowl- 
edgment of our appreciation 
t>o teachers, students, friends, 
and publishers, who have as- 
sisted in making this book a possibility. 
The help of the business men who have 
kindly placed advertisements herein was 
purely a matter of good-fellowship, and 
we extend a most hearty vote of thanks 
to them. We thank them one and all and 
promise to stand back of them in so far 
as we are able, and help them as 
they have helped us. 

One Hundiecl Twenty-six 

Jf or iWemorp'si ^afee 

We'll scents the fragrance from afar. 
'*So shall a friendship fill each hearL 
WiLh perfume sweet> as roses are; 
That* even Lhough we be apart*, 

One Hundred T\vent.\-seven 

We Embrace the Opportunity 

to invite you to make the acquaintance of this store and 
its methods. 

We want you to know us, but we want you to know our 
Furniture and Household Goods more. 

Pay us a visit and see what extraordinary values we offer, 
what price reductions we have accomplished without sac- 
rificing an atom of our usual high quality. 

Jlarton $c Plafee Jf urniture Co. 

One Hundred Twenty-eig-lit 

We Specialize on Coats, 
Suits and T)r esses for 
Women and Children 

We carry in stock a 

complete range of sizes 

from 14 years to size 47. 

Our prices : 

Suits from $9.50 to $35. 

Coats from $5 to %22. 

Dresses for women. 

$3.50 to $25. 

Dresses for children, 

25c to $5. 

Our goods cost no more 

but look better. 

Send us your mail order. 

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45 ^cabemp Sbc, ^robo, ^Htaft 


Wm.M. Roylance 

& Company 


Utah's largest — 
handles Fruit, 
Alfalfa Seed, 
Honey, etc. 

Write or wire 
us if you 
want to buy 
or sell. 

One Hundred Twenty-nine 


All camera pictures are 
photographs, but not 
all camera pictures are 
good photographs. 

There's where ours are 
different. They're all 

ILarson 8c J^pgreen 

32 W. Center ^t. 
$robo, ^tai) 

The Only 

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on Academy Avenue 

and Mail 
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One Hundred Thirt> 

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272 West Center 








When in Provo call on the 


JOHN W. FARRER, Manager 

One Hundred Thirty-one 

True Education 

Should eonNiNt in flevelopluK fruiii 
the inHide itut, the brini;:iiig to their 
o^vn. by worlv nnd environment, of 
tlie latent poNMibilitieM of our Iniier- 
Itance. A quaMi-eduoation. mere 
pollxh. In deserving; only of eon- 

V^'iiile M'e iiave al^vayn paid due 
attention to tiie out^vurd appear- 
ance of all our produetM. ^ve eon- 
Ntantly foli(»\ved al>ove rule. al^vayN 
l>uilding^ our groodN from tlie IN- 
SIDE! out. in an ideally Nanitar>' en- 
vironment. The beautiful flnlHli 
which our productx nl^vayn pokncmm 
Im a XATl'RAli conMcquence of IiIkIi 
QUALITY. The PUREST of mate- 
rialM. skilfully compounded and 
blended. In >vhnt hati made 

faiuouM the country over. Al«ay» 
be aNHured of the highest quality. 

Do you chew BUV-ROZ sum? It's 

All to the good for 
all of us— 

Roycroft and Society 
Brand Clothes 

Regal and Florsheim 

Stetson Hats 


$10.00 to $35.00 

The Toggery 

Headquarters for 

One Hundred Thirty-two 

A 'Purpose 
In Life 

We have one. It is to lead in 
the house-furnishing business 
of Utah. 

Forty-six years of continued 
success make us feel that we 
are on the right track. 

Ten different makes of pianos 
in our Piano Department, in- 
cluding the sweet-toned Em- 

Visitors are invited to go 
through our beautiful store. 

All made welcome. 

The Accumulation 
of Money 

Is a habit which must be cul- 
tivated. As you bend to your 
task, you must have a strong, 
deep purpose to earn more 
than you spend. Every dollar 
wasted makes you a slave to 
your task, but every dollar de- 
posited in this bank helps to 
set you free. You give the best 
of your life to earn money: 
therefore, you should value 
your money as you value 
your life. Begin now to culti- 
vate the banking habit and 
open an account with 

^f)e jFarmerg & 
JMercfjants; ?8anfe 

$robo, WAdM 

T. N. Taylor, Pres. 
J. D. Dixon, Cashier. 
Anyone anywhere can bank 
with us by mail. 

One Hundred Thirty-three 



The Electric 

46 N. Academy Ave 
Provo, Utah 

The Mark of Park— A Guarantee 


It has been our Cunstanl endeavor for 
half a century to establish and mamtain 
a reputation for only the best work 
and goods. 

Our name today stands for the best 
to be had in gold and silver w^are and 
is a guarantee of value and worth. 

We make a specialty of school 
jewels, including medals, pins and 
class rmgs. 

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