had evidently told him about me. I don't think I ever knew how the Sorensons knew I would be there. I cannot remember his name, but I do remember he was a fun date for the dance. 1 had been asked to sing at the assembly the morning after the game, so I did not plan to shout enough to hoarsen my voice, but the game was too exciting for restraint (didn't it go into two overtimes?). I asked Marge Lignell to join me in a duet, and I felt I was singing the bass part. Romantic dances, quiet talks in the lounge, afternoon snacks at the College Shop (what was it called?). And the faculty, weren't they great! The English teacher extended the deadline for a major assignment for all members of the opera cast. And Mrs. Hall called me during finals (I was ill with a strep throat - my mother was seriously ill with it) to tell me not to worry - I would not have to take them 'cause my grades were high enough to make the finals unnecessary. Those were good years; and there are good memories. The Vagabond King Kathryn DeYoung Collins '39 Pep Clubs, Parades, and Print Dresses During my college years at Weber, many programs were held in the second-floor assembly hall in the now defunct Moench Building, which was located between 24th and 25th Streets on Jefferson Avenue. A fine array of programs was performed on that stage, some by Weber College individuals or groups, some by famous performers. One outstanding group 1 remember was a male chorus from Wales, the land of the singing coal miners. Their attire was striking - warm jackets, knickers, and leather leggings. The short, stocky director stood in front and to the right of the group facing the audience, not the chorus. He snapped his head sharply to the right, military style, as a signal for the men to begin to sing. Their a cappella singing was superb, and their mellow, rich tones filled the hall. At the next assembly following this outstanding group, another Welsh chorus appeared, made up of male faculty members. They, too, wore warm jackets and had their trousers tucked into laced, knee-high hiking boots. Dr. Dixon, the college president, was the director. He, too, faced the audience, not the chorus, and with a sharp turn of his head signaled the chorus to begin. Their melodies were sometimes not quite on key, but they sang with such volume and enthusiasm that the program was a great success. The Whip Club was the Weber College pep club. The club girls wore uniforms of purple and white, cheered the teams, presented drills, marched in parades, and gave support to other social activities. I remember one game at the Ogden Stadium on Canyon Road. It was a freezing day. We were to drill, and we begged to wear our coats. We were told that if we did not display our colorful uniforms, the effectiveness of the drill would be defeated. We were frozen, but we drilled sans our coats. In 1939 Ogden City purchased a huge new fire truck. Instead of the usual red, the truck was painted a beautiful gleaming white. To show off the truck, a fireman drove it down Washington Boulevard in one of the official parades. To lend interest to the occasion, the Whip Club was invited to ride on the truck. The girls, wearing their purple dresses and white Sam Brown belts and white cadet hats, held onto the sides and back of the truck like the firemen did and waved to the crowd. They made sure that everyone noticed the new fire truck. In the spring the girls were encouraged to put away their woolen clothes and wear pretty, lightweight cotton dresses to celebrate Print Dress Day. Some of the fellows felt they, too, should welcome spring. They decided to have Print Pants Day and came to school in their figured cotton pajama bottoms. That really was a spring celebration. Kathryn DeYoung Collins 18 We Remember 1919 girls' athletics Lila Eccles Brimhall 1928 Red Cross life-saving students Stella Mouritsen 1926 Queen of the Acorn Ball 19