school spirit and how very privileged we were to be a part of it. Walter Buss taught geology and geography of Utah. He loved his job and wanted his students to go out into the field for some of their study. He planned a field trip to Southern Utah Parks in the fall of 1945. Those students who were in his class or who had previously taken his classes could go. The means of travel were two old school buses. Tires were hard to get because of the war. We got down to the middle part of the state, and we had a blow-out. Everyone had to get off the bus. Someone got a ride into town to get the tire fixed. We had more fun waiting along the side of the road. We sang and had a good time. We arrived at Zion National Park, and the park was mostly ours. We cooked out, had supper and a snipe hunt, and then went to bed in our sleeping bags. In the morning it was cooking pancakes for breakfast and then hiking about Zion. Lots of trails to follow. Then on to Grand Canyon. It started to rain, and the higher the elevation the harder it rained. The weather turned cold, so when we arrived at Grand Canyon, Mr. Buss went in search of the ranger on the north rim. Because of the cold the ranger let us stay in a very large cabin for the night. It had two rooms, a concrete floor, and a coal stove for heat. We slept sleeping bag next to sleeping bag. One girl was sick with a heart condition, and she spent the night on a long table. I remember the cabin was warm, but the concrete was very cold. Your top was warm, but your back was cold. In the morning we got up very early to see the sun rise. Walking, we saw some of the wildlife along the trail. The sunrise was very beautiful as it came over the Grand Canyon. It alone made the trip worthwhile. Then off to Kanab. It was still storming, and we needed a place to stay. It was too wet to cook out and eat as we had planned. Mr. Buss had more arranging to do. We were fed in shifts at a local restaurant. The Kanab L.D.S. Church offered us its recreation room to sleep in, but we needed to get on to Bryce Canyon. We went to a movie before we left for Bryce. We arrived at Bryce Canyon in the morning. It was still drippy, so we had a very quick look in the rain. The trails were muddy and difficult. Still dripping, we climbed on the bus for home. We had a fun time and a few hardships. I felt sorry for Mr. Buss. I'm thankful for that very special trip to the parks and Walter Buss! Around the bonfire One Big Family Elaine Smith Hymas '46 My memories of Weber College include the Friendliest Girl banquets. 1 remember also during the war years when there were few men on campus, and Laurence Burton and Dean Hurst organized a dance. Every male had to take every girl who asked him. Each fellow was worn out at the end of the dance and agreed "Who would want to be a polygamist? Not me!" There were more girls attending college because of World War II. We were considered one big family. President Dixon was a kind, loving president. I especially remember Alice Braithwaite, our dean of women, whose husband was Royden Braithwaite, head of the L.D.S. Institute and later president of the college in Cedar City. The President of the L.D.S. Church spoke at the L.D.S. Institute on Easter Sunday. L.D.S. Institute 50 Lessons in Courage Jean Richardson Burnett '46 loved Weber College! I loved the compact little campus and its closeness to downtown. I enjoyed the small classes and the close association with the teachers. I loved the musical The Vagabond King and the fun time we had preparing and presenting it. The Polygamist Prance is always mentioned whenever we talk of college memories. It was really fun! Some of us had a great time going to Los Angeles for the basketball tournament. The team won the Intermountain Junior College Championship for 1945-46. The very best memory of all for me is that I started dating Doug Burnett the fall of my sophomore year, and that courtship blossomed into a lifelong marriage of now nearly 48 wonderful years. I shudder to think what might have been the outcome of my life had I not attended Weber College. As we listened to Weber College memories at our fifty-year reunion, one memory crossed my mind that I have not heard mentioned yet. The girls' clubs and also the Associated Women's Organization were often asked to go to Bushnell Hospital and visit, play games, entertain, or just talk to the soldiers who were there recuperating from their war injuries. Sometimes they asked us to write letters for them. Around Christmas time we made special little packets to take to each soldier. It was heart-wrenching to see some soldiers sitting in their wheelchairs with one or both legs blown off. Some had lost their eyesight; others had severe wounds. It made us all stop and think about the great sacrifice these wonderful young men had made for our great country. It was really a heart-touching experience every time we went. These special experiences for me were lessons in courage, dedication, commitment, and compassion. I shall never forget them. The championship team Concerto in E Flat Major LaDona Gammell Russell '46 would like to pay tribute to Clair Johnson, one of my favorite teachers at Weber College during the years of 1944-46. This man was very humble and dedicated. He was an excellent musician and shared his knowledge freely. He was head of the Music Department, and I took several classes from him. The highlight of my acquaintance with him was the spring of 1946. In January of that year, he asked me if I would like to be the soloist and play the Mozart Concerto in E Flat Major for piano and orchestra with the Weber College-Ogden Community orchestra in the Spring Concert. I was overwhelmed because I had never played a concerto before, and the concert was to be March 15, just a little more than two months away. That meant I would have to learn and perfect 28 pages of music. I was carrying a full load at school, teaching piano on Saturdays, besides being involved with Musettes and many other school activities. Mr. Johnson wouldn't take no for an answer. He encouraged me and told me I could do it. It took many hours of practice each day, but I did it! I thank him for a once-in-a-lifetime experience for me and one that I will never forget. I have other fond memories of him at Moose Creek. My parents had a cabin there. Clair Johnson had two cabins. One was for his family, and the other was a small cabin that he built for composing band music. It was an ideal spot. He was very creative. Our families always enjoyed their visits with each other. Another memory I have of Clair Johnson was very early one morning on the Weber College campus. I was there for a Whip Club activity, and I remember seeing him walking around and looking like his world had come to an end. My heart ached for him. I found out later in the day that he had just received word that his son had been killed in action in World War II. Another sad memory of him was when I saw him after his wife, Ruth, had died. He looked so sad and so lost. It was as if his world had come to an end again. Ruth had been the light of his life. I am grateful to have had Clair Johnson as an instructor at Weber College. He made an impact on my life. I will always remember his quiet, humble manner. He was a teacher that I will never forget. Clair Johnson 51