a middle white section centered with a block purple W. The athlete's name in the lower right-hand corner - I still have it. I especially remember Betty Noble, a teacher at Weber. I will never forget her. I had an athletic scholarship at Weber. During the Great Depression, money to operate the school didn't come easy, and Weber couldn't continue giving the scholarship. Rumor spread through the student body that I was dropping out. I didn't have money to register. Ms. Noble phoned me at home. She asked me to meet her at the college at five minutes to 8 p.m. I met her and talked for about two minutes. She then said she had to go to a meeting. She handed me a sealed envelope and said not to open the letter until I got home. When I got home, I opened the letter. In it was $250.00 in gold certificates. The letter said, "Don't drop out of school. Take this money as a gift. If you won't take it as a gift, then take it as a loan. Do not drop out of school." What she didn't know was that I had acquired a job on the railroad working nights from 12 a.m. until 8 a.m. The next day I went up to the college and gave her back the money. I thanked her and told her I didn't need the money, that I had a job. I will never forget Betty Noble. I worked on the railroad from 12 a.m. to 8 a.m., came home, dressed for school, and attended a full day. Then I practiced football, basketball, track, baseball -whatever was in season - until around 5:30 p.m. I then went home to bed and back to work at 12 a.m. I always remembered this incident when I was a coach, teacher, and administrator when dealing with students. I did my best to help them in every way to stay in school until I retired at age 83. "Monk" Halliday in uniform Weber, An Important Role in My Life J. Smith Jacobs '28 As long as I can remember, when I was a child, there was someone in our family attending Weber. First it was Weber Academy, then Weber Junior College. Older brothers and sisters had attended regularly enough that in the fall of 1926, when I enrolled, John Q. Blaylock introduced me to the first class I attended by saying, "This is Smith Jacobs, the last of the thirteen Jacobs children, most of whom I have taught at Weber." Weber Academy and College always had an important role in my young life. Five older sisters and two older brothers and I attended during my memory years. Boarders at my mother's rooming house attended Weber Academy, or taught there. Two of the most memorable were H. Aldous Dixon and David J. Wilson, well-known graduates of Brigham Young University, who lived with us at some time during their tenure at Weber. I remember them especially because when I was five, they gave me the first cap pistol I ever owned. Then later, as president of the Farmers and Merchants Bank in Provo, Dr. Dixon hired me to work part-time on the bank's farm in Orem while I attended BYU. And still later, when he was superintendent of the Provo City Schools, he hired me during the depths of the Depression, 1934, to teach at the Dixon Junior High School - my first teaching job. David J. Wilson lived with us until his marriage to my sister, Mary, after which he left for California to get his law degree. He was always a considerate, loving brother-in-law whose family I lived with during the summer months during my college and postgraduate years. No youngster could ever forget the excitement of being brought up in a family of five older sisters and two older brothers who went to school at Weber Academy or Weber Junior College. There were plays, choruses, sports events, and activities galore that always seemed to involve us all somehow. Excitement reigned, and I was impressed at an early age with the beauty, vitality, and charisma of my sisters' friends. I remember early-day basketball heroes as Clyde, Claude, and Ray Lindsay, "Bonsey" Jones, and Pete Kasius. Then, there was a band leader by the name of Nichols, whose son "Red" Nichols later became a nationally known trumpet player and bandleader. The rivalry between Weber Academy and Ogden High School was keen and often erupted into student confronta- 8 tions. Rival buildings were sometimes painted with big O's and W's, and once a bilious cow was tethered in the main hall of Weber overnight, much to the discomfiture of the students and custodians the next day. My sisters were active in class and student body offices at Weber. Mary was vice-president while there. They were also active in drama and chorus. I'm sure everyone knew the Jacobs girls while they attended Weber. Later, Heber and Rigby went to Weber. Heber was there the year Weber Academy became Weber Junior College and was active as a cheerleader and in drama and musical productions. Rigby attended after graduating from Ogden High School, Weber's second year as a junior college. He also served as a cheerleader and was active in drama. The names we heard around our home in those days were Ruth Folkman, Lucille Parry, and Elizabeth Shaw. Lucille stayed at Weber as secretary-treasurer, and Elizabeth became the recorder. While I was attending Central Junior High (1921-24), the deep foundation walls of Weber Gymnasium were constructed and stood for some years before the building was finally completed. It was just too much temptation for many juniors at Central. Before and after school and during school breaks, we teenagers loved to chase each other atop the high foundation walls while playing tag and "chicken" with our classmates - much to the concern of all who saw us. To my knowledge, no one was ever seriously hurt in these daredevil games, but in this day and age, the structure would most certainly be high-fenced and locked from intruders. Weber Junior College welcomed the new gymnasium facility with great enthusiasm. The modern basketball facilities, locker rooms, beautiful ballroom, modern showers, steam room, swimming pool, and large foyer all contributed to improved curricular and extracurricular programs and the potential of the school. The Weber Gymnasium was a great boost to Weber College and the city of Ogden. Some of us swimmers at Ogden High School were flattered with an invitation from our "big-brother" institution (no longer a rival) to participate in swimming and diving meets. The Liddell brothers were the best divers in town in those days. Weber presented a seminary class every morning during my senior year at Ogden High, and I attended it. The Book of Mormon class was taught by Lester Hinchcliff and was in one of the uppermost classrooms in the Moench Builing. I remember it as being both cold and drafty most of the time. College Inn In the fall of 1926, I enrolled at Weber. Heber was in England on a mission, and Rigby and I attended one quarter together. In order to enroll, I had to get a job, and the only one President Aaron W. Tracy could offer me was as a part-time custodian. My job was to sweep the Moench and Biological Science Buildings every evening and to mop the halls and clean windows, as time permitted, on Saturdays and holidays. For this service I received my tuition and twenty dollars a month. (It averaged out to twenty cents an hour.) Wallace Jones assisted with other custodial duties throughout the year. It proved to be an interesting, if not lucrative, experience. Half the time the fumes from Dr. Lind's laboratory would filter throughout the basement and steal up to the main floor. But that wasn't as bad as the times when club initiates draped strips of Limburger cheese over the hot radiator in the main hall. Then there were the times that delightful scoundrels kicked my piles of damp sawdust back up the floor I had just swept - "Oh, Katie, you rascal!" Also, President Tracy had forty-nine heavy metal-wood desks that he just couldn't find a final resting place for. Wallace and I moved them from Hinchcliff s attic room to Lind's basement hall, to Croft's science building, back to the top attic room that year. We earned our "salt" working for Weber in those days. Wallace Jones became student body president, and I served as athletic manager the following year. In the fall of 1926, J. Willard Marriott joined the Weber staff as financial secretary and assistant to President Tracy. I had known him before as he had hired Rigby and his brother Paul to go out selling woolen goods for a couple of summers previously. That was the way Willard had financed his way through the University of Utah. Willard was hardworking and thorough, and some of us were sorry to see him go back to Washington D.C. to gamble on making a go of his hamburger and root beer shop. However, we 9