the fastnesses of the mountains, but they could never conquer us. You dont ever say no to a man like that. The old Moench building is gone now. Im surprised at the number of current faculty who have never even seen it. Yet what bittersweet memories it holds for those of us who both learned and taught there. In the early days of the new campus the College brought in an old World War II barracks building and plunked it right east of Building 4 so it wouldnt be seen from below. Students called it the Temporary Union Building or, for short, the T.U.B. One small room was reserved for faculty to eat lunch. Students complained but we held out. Ill never forget Jim Harvey of psychology. He would eat the same thing day after day, an ice-cream dipper of mashed potatoes covered with thick, brown, lumpy gravy probably strained through a wire fence. No meat, no bread, no beverage, no salad, no extra vegetable. Just a ball of mashed potatoes and gravy. In those days we didnt, of course, have computerized registration. Some people, Im told, wish we didnt have it now. I recall when Bob Mikkelsen and I decided to enroll an imaginary student we named Harry Piltdown. We put him in some pretty solid classes, zoology, anthropology (he would major in that), geology, and physics. We wanted a course in paleontology but there wasnt one. One professor, Im told, was still calling his name at the end of the quarter. We had high hopes for Harry but the last I heard he flunked the carbon 14 test and took a pick and shovel job with an excavation team in southern Utah. Emil Hanson would nail him instantly today because he (Piltdown) was always a lousy speller. I vividly remember the first class I taught at Weber. It was in the Moench building, main floor rear. There was a smartalecky girl fresh out of Ogden High on the front row who probably thought I still had dirt under my fingernails. She challenged me on the grammatical function of a phrase, which was her mistake. I had been arguing with English teachers about grammar since the seventh grade. Here was meat on the table, and right before my very first class. I vanquished her easily because Ogden High apparently had never told her about subjects of infinitives. Since then Ive probably taught most of Weber County. The list includes city and county commissioners, a chamber of commerce secretary, bankers, educators, writers, doctors, lawyers, engineers, not to mention Gordon Allred, Jerry Grove, and Winn Hurst. Ive probably even had Richard Nixon and Jerry Ford. Then there was this blond kid from back east, Georgia I think, who used to sit on the back row and crack peanuts. I mentioned Winn Hurst as a former student and that reminds me of Harold Wiese who snookered me into competing in the faculty-staff golf tournament a few years ago at Wasatch Park. I came in last at 136. Unfortunately, Im really not that good but nevertheless I got a plastic golf ball as a booby prize and had fun slipping it on the tee when another player wasnt looking. It held up pretty well until I was playing with Dello Dayton at Riverside one afternoon. I slipped it on his tee at a 175-yard hole which he told me he was going to drive with one shot. He swung at that ball with a controlled fury that shattered it. That was the only time Id ever seen Dello absolutely non-plussed. If that had been a real ball it probably would have landed on a Hill Field runway. He was aghast that I complained he had ruined the ball Id been having so much fun with. Even Dello had his faults. Mostly though, he was in my eyes perfect. When I first came to Weber in the middle Forties I was asked to be advisor to the school newspaper, Signpost, I can remember when it was nothing more than a glass-enclosed display case attached to a large column in the middle of the Moench building foyer. As students we would write pieces and paste them up on the board inside. It usually contained a little news mixed with gross editorializing. One fellow nearly got himself expelled for a rather mordant satire of one of the faculty. From the post in the foyer it gradually evolved into the biweekly it is today, but not without generating a couple of wigfuls of gray hair not only in me but in the Administration as well. You could count on at least one real gaffe a year. Since Id had some real-life newspaper experience at the Salt Lake Tribune, I got the assignment and kept it for about five years. I tried to teach them Tribune makeup, rather formal but very professional. One Thanksgiving issue had two identical pictures of a turkey head, over the caption, Which Twin Has the Toni? I remember the first editor under my advisorship was Henry Galbraith. One of the star reporters was Darlene Medell (I think that was the spelling). They later married. One of the liveliest episodes in Webers history, at least while I was there, erupted after the decision of Gov. J. Bracken Lee, with legislative approval, to turn Weber back to the L. D. S. Church, which founded it in the first place. This occurred about the middle Fifties when we were waiting for the baby boom. Whatever Lees motives he galvanized the entire county into frenzied action. Most of the faculty became notary publics and we proceeded to fan out over the whole state to collect enough signatures to put the issue on a referendum ballot that fall. I can remember freezing at Richmond and Logan, encountering black indifference, even hostility, in southern and middle counties, but coming out of it with a greatly strengthened faith in the basic sense of fairness in citizens of this state. I was proud of them for the most part because they were willing to give every citizen a chance to vote on the matter, even though many personally preferred to go along with Lee and the legislature. We got enough signatures, the governor and the legislature were emphatically overruled, and Weber remained within the states system of higher education. To wind up these meandering memories of Weber, both lower and upper campuses, let me say a word about a couple of other giants in the earth of those times. President Miller was one of the strongest, gentlest men Ive ever known. I was reporting part-time for the Standard-Examiner when I sat with him and Bob Clarke in the old Administration building, now gone, of the Utah School for the Blind. Both were waiting to be interviewed by the State Board before it selected a new president for Weber. I will never forget how generous Dr. Miller was winning and how gracious Dr. Clarke was losing. Then I wrote the story for the paper. Ive mentioned Dr. Monson and Dr. Dayton. Just a final word about Aldous Dixon. I will never forget the time when, as a part-time member of his congressional staff, my wife and I, along with several others, spent a couple of days at West Yellowstone. Actually it was