Down in the basement of the Moench building are entrenched two rival camps-the physics laboratory and the chemistry laboratory. To most students and visitors the chem lab needs no further introduction than that of odor. Nose tickling gases seeping to the upper floors convince Weberites that good little laboratories should be seen and seen only . . . Concocting hydrogen sulfide seems to be a favorite pastime. The chemist coat of arms is a test tube and the badge of honor a somewhat stained rubber apron. In the opposite stronghold amid levers, wheels, and inclined planes, physics fanatics deftly balance the letters of the alphabet in staggering equations ... A transverse wave is the coat of arms, a knowing look, the hallmark. Chemistry and physics have one thing in common: study is a requirement. Freshmen and sophomores alike succumb to the rain of assignments and experiments shot from the crossbows of phyical sciences. Top to bottom: Fascinated physics students view mathematical perfection; Chemistry, first love of aspiring doctors; Found-a Freshman who studies. Ed and the girls. Now in time to the music. Kid's Lit class with class produced books. And not a genius in the lot. The one-room eight-grade school of pioneer days is a far cry from the specialized laboratories of the modern college. Weber home economics students take delight in the clean shining kitchens equipped with the latest household devices. Preparing daily cafeteria menus or special banquets is as simple as a cooking class assignment. Even the dishwasher enjoys herself. Sewing rooms please the designer with large flat table tops for cutting, electric irons and boards for pressing, and quick sewing machines to finish any seam. Each typist has a typewriter for individual classroom practice. The records used to accent rhythm would move the heart of any rug cutter. Office machines with puzzling levers and keyboards offer practical experience to future accountants.