"The Life of an Ant." He said, "I think I've read this before." I said, "No you haven't, but I've spent hours in the library doing this report all by myself!" I've always felt bad that he didn't believe me. I remember Connie Chugg winning a milking contest. Her picture was in the paper. She was fun. One of my fondest memories was the geology field trip to Zion and Bryce National Parks with four busloads of people. We square-danced in the middle of the roads. We hiked Angel's Landing on ropes. I was so nervous coming down that the muscles in my legs got tense, and I could hardly walk the rest of the trip. That night, we had a dance. Dr. Walter Buss was the geology teacher; we had a lot of fun with him. He was so knowledgeable, even though I didn't listen half the time. The lunch room was the TUB; it was a special place for all, a place we all met to visit and sit by cute boys! I guess we ate there too. My mother liked all of my friends, and after some dances we went to my home for homemade rolls and other goodies. I didn't learn a lot, but I sure had fun every day; I couldn't wait to get to school each day to see my friends. Geology trip square dancing When Life Was Simpler Patricia Olsen Schneiter '56 My two years at Weber College were special; I grew up socially and academically; it was my "coming of age" time. Even after all these years, I still benefit from my experiences and opportunities, courtesy of my dear friends from Weber. One such opportunity is to work on the Emeriti Alumni Council. My friends and I always talk about those wonderful days when life was simpler, when we knew almost everyone and had so much fun together. All of my seven children have graduated or will graduate from college. I have often wished they could each have gone to a Weber College. For years I had heard of the activities and people at Weber College. In high school, I read the "Campus Chatterbox" in the Ogden Standard-Examiner and fell in love with the school and a few of the boys I read about. It was exciting to meet so many people from all the surrounding high schools; many I had read about in the Standard-Examiner. They were such great people. That first quarter of the fall of 1954, the tuition was $47.00, with a grand total of $98.00 for the whole year. I still remember most of the classes I took that quarter. I remember the frosty October mornings and my orientation class from Harold Bateman at 8 o'clock, English I from Larry Evans, Speech I from Thatcher Allred, and abnormal psychology from Jennings Olson. I joined Otyokwa, and I especially remember a party with Phoenix where each couple had to put a balloon between them and hug each other until the balloon popped. President William P. Miller was very gracious, friendly, and supportive. Mary Miller, his wife, was the same. She attended all the activities, including our banquets, and she would always laugh at the corny jokes, especially if the joke was on her. There was a long-running "public feud" between Laurence Burton, who worked on the Weber College staff, and Larry Evans of the English Department. Both these men were brilliant, witty, and slightly sarcastic, and the students were delighted to listen to them. They presented an assembly in which they traded barbs. Larry Evans said something about Laurence Burton needing a transorbital lobotomy. New words were added to my ever-expanding vocabulary those two years, such as Rush Week, Freshman Week, commute, alumni, tuition, academia, and professional student. I always associated Larry Price with that last term because he attended Weber for many years. A few years later I learned another term: senior panic, meaning that you were a senior in college and still not married. People still talk about the day in Thatcher Allred's Speech I class when Nolan Jones, who was black, rose to present his talk for the day, and from the back of the room, he said, "Mr. Allred!" Mr. Allred answered, "Yes?" But Nolan wasn't asking a question - he was beginning his talk right there. He walked to the Pat Olsen Schneiter 88 front of the room and gave a masterful presentation on racial inequality. One morning, we all arrived to learn that George Anderson, a veteran and well-known student who also worked on the railroad, had a terrible accident at work the night before. It left him paralyzed from the waist down. I remember passing his stunned friends and his girlfriend, who was crying bitterly, as we walked up the stairs to Building III. Fred Rabe taught physical science, and sometimes his experiments didn't do what he wanted them to do. He was a well-liked teacher who also taught a wonderful photography class which everyone took. He was the only teacher whom we called by his first name. I thought that was so neat to call him Fred! Everyone talks about the geology field trips! I had never been to Bryce and Zion Parks; they were beautiful! We had so much fun, laughing, looking, hiking, eating, and goofing off! Allen Fleming became famous for his rendition of "Gladys, where are you going? Upstairs to take a bath..." On the bus, Cordell "Ace" Nelson took Dr. Buss's microphone and entertained us by reading from the current Sears catalog, mainly the ladies' lingerie page. I remember, on a kind of tired ride back, listening to someone's portable radio, to a new and exciting singer by the name of Elvis Presley, singing "Heartbreak Hotel." I thought the song was great. Many opportunities came to me at Weber to grow, learn, and serve. It was a privilege to be the AMS Queen the fall of 1954, and I might add a profound surprise! Also, I was elected student body secretary for the 1955-56 year. Working with the other officers - Ray Humphreys, Gayle Froerer, Carr Lofgreen, and Monte Shupe - that year was rewarding and fun. We remain close friends to this day. I also got to run for queen of Otyokwa's and Excelsior's Sweetheart Ball. Pictures of the men and women candidates were sent to some movie star, and he or she would choose the winners. I didn't win, but was certainly pleased to be asked to run. I also had the honor of being chosen "Friendliest Girl" for 1956 by the girls at the Friendship Banquet. Were it possible, I'd tell about many other dear friends and teachers from this important time of my life. I am grateful for those wonderful days, for precious memories, and for enduring friendships. There was one important "friend" who went to Weber then, my husband, Paul Schneiter, but we didn't meet until later. A Golden-Pond Time Paul H. Schneiter '56 People often speak and write about the "burning issues of the day." Pause with me for a moment to remember a few of the "burning issues" of our days at Weber College - some 40 plus years ago. There was, as I recall, much discussion about whether or not Dr. Orson Whitney Young ever took off his white lab coat. There was virtual consensus, arrived at shortly before we graduated, that he never did. There was also much ado about Bridie Murphy, allegedly someone's "earlier life," revealed under hypnosis. Many of us wanted to believe she was for real; the skepticism of Dr. Jennings Olsen didn't deter us. It was endlessly fascinating to think that some of our classmates were second editions of people like Joan of Arc and Alexander the Great. What a recycling program! I just knew Lyle Ann Hunt was Joan of Arc. One of my professors was H. E. D. Redford. He came to school one day driving a brand-new pink and charcoal Dodge. He wasn't, however, wearing a white sport coat and a pink carnation. After seeing him in that car, I never took seriously anything he said in class. He later went on to do TV commercials, which I didn't take seriously either. In fact, reflecting on the time he mercilessly panned one of my short stories in front of my classmates, I gave some thought to organizing consumer boycotts of the products he was promoting. One afternoon in microbiology class, Dr. Hayes asked us to prick our fingers. The idea was to look at our own blood under the microscope. Even now I can't suppress a twisted grin as I think of the huge Wildcat football player whose face pancaked onto the lab table just before it was his turn to give one drop of blood, and he wasn't even wearing his helmet. Ah, they don't make them like that anymore - jocks with sensitivity! I remember Dr. Hayes in another context: He revealed to us that the Isle of Capri mentioned in one of the hit songs of the day ("Twas on the Isle of Capri that I found her...") was inhabited principally by wild pigs. That disclosure bothered me at the time, but now, after much reflec- H.E.D. Redford 89