Among those present "The best student illustrator I have ever taught," Mr. Collett said about Walt Prothero. After taking one look at Walt's beautiful drawings, what can we do but agree? Farrell Collett himself is one of Utah's best known artists. -His painting, "Jungle Rhythm," which we have used, has appeared in several exhibitions. It is currently on display in St. George. We practically live with Bob Peterson, inasmuch as we share an office; so our word can be considered authoritative when we say he is a nice guy. When Bob isn't doing photography for Scribulus, he finds time to edit the yearbook and attend to club affairs. We like to claim, however, that the art of the camera is his first love. You will look in vain for a person named Timothy Haye; but you will not find a more biting denouncement of educational systems, nor a more clever anonymity, than his. Rolfe Peterson didn't bribe us out of student body funds to get his thriller printed; we just liked Rolfe's flowing easy-to-read style and his wicked humor. We didn't censor a bit of it, either. From quiet, unobtrusive Louise De Wit comes one of our best poems, the one about aspens. Dan Bailey, thespian, turns writer, his subject and title being suggested by the Collett painting of a jungle dance. David R. Trevithick frets about the yearbook as well as this magazine, but he has always guided both to success. The faults of the current Scribulus, however, cannot be blamed to him. He reads Esquire religiously. A few weeks ago, someone from the newspaper was asking our advisor who the Scribulus editor was to be. "Gosh, I don't know," he said. "Well," the newspaper man persisted, "we have a picture of Stanley Johnson; why don't you make him it, so we can use the picture?" "Ummm-mm. I suppose so," said our advisor dubiously. That's how it happened. Stan got previous learning at Bear River High School. Having slept with Va Nyle Evans, we know he has nightmares in which he dreams things like his story about the killers. We don't know whether he is a good friend of ours because he is associate editor or whether he is associate editor because he is a good friend of ours. Working against a predominantly masculine staff, Shirley Poulton held her own, and more. She lands a solid blow on the funnybone with her explanation of concentration. Jeanne Johnson is no relation to the editor. Her contribution merited publication because of its own virtues. We put our foot down, however, when she wanted to call it "Tom, Tom, the Preacher's Son!" You won't find Michael Creagor, the author of the "Woman" poem, in the directory; he hid his identity because he fears the feminine element. After doing upish-downish work in English, unconventional David Shurtleff came forth with his excellent description of a flood. We liked it; we used it. Kathleen Graham is called "Katie Cracker" by her friends. Her "Lost Chord" story is the narration of an actual occurrence. The poems that Ruth Myers brought us are all short, but all say much. page TWENTY-FOUR Compliments of The COLLEGE BOOK STORE