where we were warmly welcomed by Post Commandant George Rothing, W. W. Shuhan, Superintendent of Schools, Jerome O. Cross, and Dean Bailey of the Santa Rosa College. President Tracy spoke highly of the friendship between the two schools and introduced Student-Body President Doain Wright, and Coach Stevenson, who in turn introduced the members of our football team around whom so much of the attraction was centered. Our Girls' Chorus immediately won their way into the hearts of the hosts, and the sojourn in Santa Rosa was paved with welcome. With the arrival of the auto caravan the next day, the group was graciously entertained by the Lions and the Kiwanis clubs, and later in the evening by a play presented at the college. After the second act the football boys, amid much ap-plause, left for their quarters. A case of duty before pleasure. Friday in assembly our group was in full view of the Santa Rosa co-eds and our full force of Girls' Chorus, tap dancers, and band found themselves on the program. After the assembly the girls were taken to the High Twelve club for luncheon and the fellows to Santa Rosa's charming little sister city, Sebastapool, where they were entertained equally as royally by the Chamber of Commerce. On that afternoon all were escorted on a beautiful sight-seeing trip along the sea coast and through the inviting Russian River valley. Evening, and the entertainment was furnished by a splendid symphony concert which deeply thrilled with its talented and cultural tones. Saturday morning and the day of the game. Everyone restlessly, tensely, viewing the annual Merchant's Christmas parade, and partaking of the atmosphere of the rapidly approaching game. The game, vivid, a bit disheartening, but a splendid success, and the last California night. A cherished memory-the Football Banquet. Win or lose, a friendly gathering of all the players, seated at the banquet tables arranged in a large block "S" and adorned with minature chocolate football men and bright colored ballons. The farewell dance, and a short sleep before boarding the train again, another visit in San Francisco, and homeward bound. SCRIMMAGE Friday, the eighth, following the return of Santa Rosa excursionists, our Weber women, not to be outclassed by their coast competitors in the game for gridiron hearts, honored our football men at a dance in the "gym". Guests entering the ball room felt that they had been suddenly transplanted into the center of a football field; in the heart of the stadium. Noise! Noise! Noise! But noise that incited gaiety. Earlier arrivals dressed as inspiration had directed, commented on each new apron and bright colored shirt. Signals were passed! Someone called "Strike up the band". The scrimmage was on! Bonnets bobbed, frills fluttered, and "cords" cut capers. The coeds scored another touchdown of success! In devotional on December seventeenth, in harmony with the prevailing spirit of Christmas, Keith Wilson delivered an oration on the "Prince of Peace." Two days later, on the last day of instruction before the holidays, John V. Bluth, a member of the Weber College Board, gave a farewell speech before leaving to assume the presidency of the Canadian Mission. In terminating he summarized his religious address in the sentence, "I admonish you to keep straight, be honest, be virtuous, and do only that which your conscience tells you is right." Winter at Weber The sounds at Autumn-the soft rustling of colorful leaves, falling to join innumerable companions, the drip, drip of morning frosts as the sun warms the earth -dimished gradually until there was perfect quiet. Then one day through the hushed air descended a wavering, whirling, whitening shower. The earth, bound by a chill blanket, was beginning her winter's sleep.