Aerial photographs--Iron County (Utah); Cedar City (Iron County, Utah); Buildings
Photo taken from belfry of the Tabernacle looking west. Twin Pines and George Perry barns in foreground. Old Hyrum Jones (later John Higbee) home next. Barn on left is either Jim Corlett's or Gus Mackleprang's. Cupola on Robert Bulloch's home...
From left: Franklin B. Wood, Harry H. Lunt, Parson Webster, George A. Grimshaw. "These living bishops (the five on right) will be honored at first LDS ward birthday party Friday. Together with E. B. Dalley, seated, long-time chorister."
"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."
History of the B.A. C.
"GREAT thing have small beginnings." So it is written
in all the books, and so it repeats itself and is acted
out year after year in everything. The B. A. C. is
no exception.
In 1913 the Legislature of the great State of Utah...
CORA ESPLIN.
I t would be difficult to picture her
other than studious. Is she a grind?
Certainly not.. She's a jewel.
LA VERNA SLACK.
Sincerity, thoroughness, efficiency
and true worth are the words she
keeps ever before her. She...
KEZIAH ESPLIN.
"How far that little candle throws
its beams! So shines a good deed
in a naughty world."
EARL URIE.
A hard earnest worker who believes
that "by your deeds ye shall be
known."
RHODA BRYANT.
Reads well, always ne:at,
Frowns seldom,...
MILTON URIE.
"Le,arning by study must be won,
'Twas ne'er entailed from son to
son."
LOLA FINDLAY.
"It matters not how long we live
but how."
RAY ROBINSON.
The best natured fellow in the
Senior class, always smiling.
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...
The Seniors
The Seniors now are going forth,
The race at last is run,
The struggle has been long and hard;
But we have fought and won.
We have grasped the sternest facts,
And dreamed our youthful dreams;
But away off in the distance
Another goal...
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,...
To Martha, When She and Rass Quit
I saw them oft before
As they passed by the door,
And again,
Their merry tones resound
As they wander all around
Through the lane.
They say that in their prime
They were together all the time~
Put it down.
Not a...
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...
LELAND BETENSON.
"Betty." Is noted for his yarns on speech days. Our
famous half mile man. (It is a half mile from school to
the Sheep Store.)
RAY THOMAS.
Sophomore yell master, first semester. School yell masÂter.
Our leader in school activities....
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Physical Education
IN considering the purpose of physical education we
must center our attention not on satisfying the
individual desire, but on an inquiry as to whether
and in what manner the general effectiveness a.nd
usefulness of the student...
My Mary Hicks
Osroe's knocking at thy door,
Mary Hicks.
Just as he's knocked so oft before,
Mary Hicks.
Doesn't he become a bore?
For he keeps coming 'more and more,
And he's calling as of yore,
"Mary Hicks, my Mary Hicks."
Listen to his sweet...