gone. Nothing is gone, ever, for long. The past changes, but it doesn't go away. Even our humiliations, the ones we suffered and the ones we inflicted, are changed in memory and are no longer toxic. You can make things up: I shut my eyes and LaVon Earl is whispering moist provocations in my ear. It is all there, whether all of it happened or not, and we are able to live with ourselves with joy. Those were hard years, the Depression and the War. But without forgetting for a moment the terrible waste and loss - the grinding poverty, the failed hopes and dreams, the fear of even daring to hope and dream, the wounded and maimed and dead of the war, all the dislocations and traumas - without forgetting such real and irreplaceable losses, weren't we still a lucky bunch? Justice Holmes told his Harvard classmates who had gone to war at twenty that their lives had been "touched with fire" and had been made tough and genuine. We don't talk like that anymore. But don't you think something of that sort happened to us? We were born into a hard but simple world. We have had to learn to live in a hard, complex, even incomprehensible one. We should feel good. Maybe it was not fire that touched us fifty-one years ago. Call it what you want. But I'm sure of this. Down there on Jefferson for a little while - a little while that will last as long as we last - we touched one another. That touching was at least a hot spark and it was good luck and we have it together. We ought to thank one another for that. Beth Rhees, Wayne Carver, and Mildred McPhie The Kissing Frenzy Betty Peterson Baker '43 This thing known as the "Kissing Frenzy" began among the faculty on the Weber College campus in 1943. I have never heard of it happening before or since! It began on a beautiful spring morning at the annual Weber faculty assembly, which was scheduled for eleven o'clock. Such a gathering of notable speakers! Men and women who were brilliant in their fields, popular with the students. We were so proud of them. They were a delightful bunch. Well, the assembly went ahead as planned. Now, there was among the faculty, a handsome young professor named Thatcher Allred, who was head of the Speech and Theater Arts Department. He particularly enjoyed hearing me sing a number called "The Lass With Delicate Air." He first heard me sing it when I was about twelve years of age. And from then on, whenever his daughter Joan and I were at the Allred home, it was requested that I sing "The Lass" before I could sit down with the Allred family and have dinner. It is a light old English number, full of melody and charm and brilliant coloratura passages, with just enough flirtation. At the assembly, about thirty faculty members sat in a row upon the stage in stiff-backed chairs, their feet planted firmly in front of them. Then the rest of the faculty sat in the audience on the first four or five rows. That wonderful student body filled the rest of the hall. Joan Allred, who was sitting with me at the assembly, gave my damp, cold hand a final pat and cheerily shouted, "Go to it old girl; it'll be great!" I sang "The Lass!" Boy, did I sing it! Right at the finish I took the planned ending we had rehearsed and thought it could have been worse. And then suddenly, the auditorium seemed to explode! Thatcher Allred leaped from his seat with the faculty in the audience, dashed upon the stage, grabbed me by the shoulders, and kissed me soundly! "Thank you!" he roared in that beautiful, bass baritone. Almost immediately, President Henry Aldous Dixon jumped to his feet, rushed to the end of the faculty line, grabbed Pearl Allred by the shoulders, and kissed her soundly! Bowing in his most gracious way, he said, "I was not going to see one lovely young woman receive such praise and appreciation, and another go without!" Then pandemonium broke out with a "kissing frenzy" among the rest of the faculty. That assembly at Weber College in 1943 was an experience to be remembered. Thatcher Allred 28 Memories Bright and Wonderful! Marvel Murphy Young '43 I just happened to be a member of the famous (or infamous) 1941 high school graduating class who entered Weber College in the fall of that year. It was exciting to be with several of my high school friends and to become acquainted with students from Weber High School. Of course, I originally thought that Ogden High School students were the best, but I decided differently, half way into the school year. One of my first memories was listening to the radio on December 7, 1941, as President Roosevelt announced that the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor. What a terrible day that was. The next morning, when we arrived at Weber, the announcement came that we were first to meet in an assembly. President Henry Aldous Dixon spoke in that assembly, and I'll never forget his message. He said that many Japanese parents had called him to ask if it would be safe for their children to attend school that day. Of course, he told them that Weber College students were mature enough to treat the Japanese students as they had always done, with respect and friendship. We all understood that the bombing of Pearl Harbor was not the fault of our local Japanese friends, and school went on as usual. But things would never be the same. Our student body president was Jack Larsen. Three months later he was called into the service, and Rex McEntire was chosen president. Little by little, the young men at Weber began leaving school to serve our country. World War II had left us with very few men on campus, but a great group of young women. We did have a Weber football team that first year of 1941, but we won few games and had no team the next year. The exciting thing for me, however, was that two young men from Hawaii came to join the football team that year. I had known Albert Lolotai in Hawaii and soon became acquainted with Nelson Moku. We three entertained Weber student body assemblies with Hawaiian and Samoan songs and dances. It was great having them there. A noteworthy event happened our first year at Weber. The L.D.S. Church erected the Institute Building on Weber's campus. Besides attending classes there, we could study in that wonderful building during the day; it had a nice library room for that purpose. Dr. Ashael Woodruff was the Institute Director, and we not only came to love him, but also found him to be an inspiration in our lives. Whenever we entered the Institute Building, beautiful classical music was playing on the intercom system. One day, Lamar Buckner and I were studying in the library and listening to this music, when suddenly Glenn Miller's "String of Pearls" came over the intercom system! We ran to see what had happened to Dr. Woodruff! He said, "Well, that's good music too!" He was truly "part of us." At the end of the year, when elections were held for student body officers, I was nominated for student body secretary, along with several others. Amazingly, I was elected, and whom was I to work with, as president and vice president? Two students from Weber High School -Wayne Carver and Beth Rhees! Needless to say, we be- came very close, and I still, to this day, love both of them. We had a great experience at Weber College, and at the end of the year, we three sang our version of "We Three" in a student body assembly. Wayne couldn't carry a tune, so Beth and I sang the song, and Wayne could end each phrase with an off-key "and me!" It brought down the house! The students loved it - and I will never forget it! On one occasion, Jack Larsen, our original student body president, came home on leave, and in an assem- bly he sang "Purple and White" so beautifully, it brought tears to everyone's eyes. The old Weber College and its old buildings still hold a special place in my heart. The new campus is foreign to me, but I guess that is natural, after 57 years. But my memories are still bright and wonderful! Albert Lolotai and Nelson Moku Marvel Murphy Young 20