Truly an Inspiration Lorna Grix Salisbury '45 really enjoyed my two years at Weber College (1943-44 and 1944-45). The instructors were all so good. Some of them told us they had been offered jobs at other colleges and universi- ties for more pay, but stayed at Weber so they could raise their families in Utah. One teacher who was special to me was Mrs. Lydia Tanner, who was head of the Home Economics Department. She taught the foods and nutrition classes and ran the school cafeteria. In our foods lab, which was held in the morning, she had us make the food to be served for lunch that day. We were each making something different, and she had to see that we each did a good job of making our "thing" so the students would have good food for lunch. The food was so good that some of the women who worked across the street at the Forest Service, including my aunt, came over occasionally to eat there. The State kept trying to get Mrs. Tanner to raise the price for the food, but she refused. She kept it non-profit because she knew we were all having a struggle financially, and charging more than the cost of the food would be a hardship for us. She taught some other classes, including one we called her mothercraft class, which was very popular with the girls. She taught us to be good wives and mothers and what to expect when giving birth. Some years later this information helped me not to panic when I had a baby come early, feet first, at home. She retired from teaching, after going beyond the usual retirement age, as our class graduated. I was asked to pay the tribute to her, and we presented her with a table and lamp for her living room. She later got growths on her eyes, which she had burned off, but she was left blind. That didn't stop her from attending ac- tivities at Weber. When we would greet her with "Hello, Mrs. Tanner," she would respond with "Hello" and say our names. She could tell us all by our voices. She remembered all about us and would carry on a very upbeat conversation with us. She was truly an inspiration. After over 50 years, I am still using some of her recipes. Lydia Tanner's food lab Choice Memories of the War Years Margaret Binnie Fackrell '45 My greatest classroom joy was Shakespeare taught by Leland Monson. He made every play we studied come alive. The moment he stood before my desk reading King Lear and acting out the parts - plucking out an eye and flinging it in front of me not only made me jump, but I just knew there was a gooey eye lying there. What a man! What great English and English literature classes he taught! Early classes in the old Moench Building. Winter-dark and all the stairway halls cluttered with the sleeping bodies of naval air cadets waiting to get into classrooms. What an obstacle course for an 18-year-old girl. The Polygamist Prance - five males and all those lovely ladies. Each girl in a formal and each had a colored feather (many hours spent coloring feathers with chalk) dance program. Elegant! The diving class taught by June Coop was at 3:00 p.m. three days a week. June told me to get on the diving board so she could explain how to execute a dive. Suddenly we heard a thundering noise, and through the door to the men's locker room burst a class of fifty naval cadets. They swam in the nude. The first cadets through the door tried to turn back, but the rest of the men pushing from behind shoved them into the pool. My dive was a spectacular flop, all arms, legs, and eyes into the pool, where I wanted to stay 40 hidden. The cadets finally made it back to their locker room. June Coop was furious! Who had goofed and left their door unlocked? Next day President Dixon called our class of girls into his office trying to "calm the waters." We were asked not to discuss our adventure. Fat chance! Every red-faced cadet that came into the bookstore to get a Coke made us snicker and blush. The war years were special at Weber because we knew everyone. Instructors who had retired were called back to teach. Lydia Tanner was one of those chosen to come to our aid. She taught cooking/homemaking, which I took as an elective. During one class period on family and child-rearing, a young and very pregnant woman let out a yell, then started to cry. Mrs. Tanner hurried to her side, put her arms around her, smiled, and said: "What a wonderful experience for these young women to see; your water has broken; you are about to have your baby. We'll get a cab and get you to the hospital." The girl smiled, we all giggled, and class was dismissed. Thatcher Allred organized a community group to present programs for civic groups, churches, etc., and once a month to Bushnell Hospital. We were divided into small groups and traveled by Bamberger, bus, and private cars supplied by those who had a C gas stamp. Yes, my years at Weber College on 25th Street were the choice memories of the war years. Diving class Caring Teachers Mariam McFarlane Caldwell '45 remember those were good years. It was like one big family. I remember: making hot fudge sundaes in the C.I., giggling mindlessly through two years with a newfound friend, Mary Lou McCune, Jean Marshall dragging me to every intramural game so she had enough warm bodies to qualify and play, writing a new pep song under direction of Mae Welling with Althea Andelin. Althea did most of it. We planned a Fall Frolic for just girls, of course. The committee included Melba Barker, Pat Critchlow, Ellen Dame, Mary Jean Schott, Merrill Watkins, and me. I remember Miss Alta Hirst graciously teaching us homemaking skills - things I still remember and use. All teachers seemed to care. I think the most fun social I was involved in planning was the Polygamist Prance. Since the school was short of male students, the girls were able to ask whomever they wanted even though the guy already had been asked before. I can't remember who had the most dates and won, but I believe it was nine. He borrowed his Dad's panel truck, filled it with L.D.S. Junior Sunday School chairs, and brought them all. It was a fun evening after the boys got over their bewildered state. Each date, of course, had to take her turn dancing. And on and on - Ray L. Dabb '45 While sitting in the library at Weber College one afternoon, I was thumbing through the pages of the Saturday Evening Post when I ran into a cartoon that caught my eye. The drawing showed two scientists standing before a table loaded with Bunsen burners, beakers, distillers, and an extended array of tubes and other chemistry lab paraphernalia. One chemist then said to the other, "Now according to my theory, when I add the contents of this vial the whole damn thing should blow up in my face." Perhaps it was my distorted sense of humor that caused me to tear out the cartoon, take it down to the chemistry lab, and place it on the bulletin board. A week or so later one of the girls' clubs was preparing an assembly wherein a genie was to appear in a cloud of smoke from behind a crystal ball. Their problem was that they could not get the old photographer's flash pow- Ray Dabb 41