Cedar City (Iron County, Utah)--Buildings; Dwellings
This house used to stand on the present (1982) site of Henry Jones home on 97 S. 300 W. across the street from the college. They held classes in it at one time. The house next to it is the old Dr. George W. Middleton Hospital, now the home of...
"This is the first production of Handel's Messiah ever to be produced in Cedar City. William Manning, the one who produced and conducted it, was just a new teacher at the BAC at the time. He is the man on the extreme left end of the first row."
LESTER THORLEY.
"I dare do all that may become a
man·
Who dare do more is none!"
VERDA LYMAN.
"Silence is the perfect herald of
joy."
Verda possesses the herald someÂtimes,
other times she talks.
RASS JONES.
He has done his school good...
LORENA ROBERTS.
Isn't she just too sweet? Ask Jack.
MARY HICKS.
One of our swe'etest songbirds;
Osroe will tell you what els,e she is.
JAMES COOPER.
Why-a james is a mighty good
boy. lIe)s awful bashful but can
run like Sam Hill.
Seniors' Farewell
"WHEN we look at ourselves in the light of thought, we
discover that our life is embosomed in beauty."
Experiences left behind us assume an even more
pleasing form than we had anticipated, and as the timle apÂproaches
when the...
A Junior's Lament
Where? Oh, where, is that old class?
They're gone, they're gone, alas, alas!
Once m,ore they waken in my breast
The thoughts of school, of thoughts the best.
Once more I hear and see and trace
That happy bunch, also each face,
As...
~ Three Years at High School
HOW the time flies! And yet as we look back upon those
three years of happy school life, filled to the brim with
so many pleasant experiences, and see the work we
have accomplished, the many dear friends we have made,...
Sophomore Roll Call
HURCHELL URIE.
The boy who puts the say in saying.
LEON LEIGH.
Nicknamed "Fatty." Our famous little miler.
CLARENCE RIDDLE.
Class President, first semester. One of our best students;
studies late at night but wants "Day" all the...
A Little Laughter
A LOVE LETTER.
The following unique epistle was picked up lately in the
street:
"Dear Bill, The reason I didn't laff when you laft at me
in the post office yesterday, was becos I hev a bile on my
face, and I can't laff. If I laff...