Love for Weber Luella Johnson Parker '46 loved Weber College. 1 especially loved Lydia Tanner for a teacher and was also impressed with Pearl and Thatcher Allred. Of course, one of my outstanding memories was the announcement that World War II was over, but I was saddened to think S. Dilworth Young's son had been killed and wouldn't be returning with the veterans. Lydia Tanner Dance and Dinner Norma Wright Collins '46 I remember particularly the Polygamist Prance and Progressive Dinner, also the performance of the H.M.S. Pinafore and the first summer geology trip with Professor Walter Buss. Meal time on geology tour Treasures In My Mind Jean Fackrell Tanner '47 Memories of Weber College begin with the long line of apprehensive freshmen waiting to visit with an adviser, then making out a schedule only to find classes closed. Starting again until, at last, you have your class schedule. On to the next line to pay your $58.00 tuition. A fortune then! Classes began, instructors were evaluated, and preferences were determined. My most memorable? Dr. Leland H. Monson above anyone else for his ability to make Shakespeare real. He was a marvelous teacher. Dr. Dello Dayton made history live for me, and Dr. Walter Buss's geology classes still have me studying rock formations. M. Thatcher Allred believed that any of us could learn to speak - with practice. Dr. Sheldon P. Hayes, bacteriology, was memorable because I shared a microscope with Boyd K. Packer, and we became friends. Dr. Ralph Gray's chemistry class joins O. M. Clark's economics class as totally forgettable. The adventures of rush parties and learning the per- sonalities of the different clubs were an education. The lovely ladies of LaDianeda were my choice and will remain so. The Easter dance, banquets at the Ben Lomond Hotel, and assemblies we worked so hard to perfect and present are all choice memories. How much we loved and depended on Mrs. Clarisse Hall. The challenge of being "Jean Fackrell, girl reporter" for the Signpost and Mr. Evans's directions as to what a college paper should be, took a back seat to assignments shared with Cappy Ricks. Sometimes these were misadventures! Personal growth came through leadership of L.D. and the honor of participation in Excelsior's Sweetheart Contest. I was honored to be asked. The ball games and marching with the Whip Club - rain, shine, and several times in snow - remain treasures in my mind It was a time of learning, a time of growing. Life was both wonderful and tragic - full of adventure. Weber College is for me a marvelous memory that I will forever cherish. Jean Fackrell Tanner 52 Camelot Days Willis Wynn '47 Rmembering Weber. Through the years, I have written a variety of narratives about family trips, exploration of Utah's back country, reunions, and similar experiences. These were compiled in a volume titled Memories, Musings and Meanderings. Among those accounts were several episodes relating to college days. I have condensed some of them into the following pages. While they may be too personal, perhaps they will stir a memory or two of your own recollections of those "Camelot days" at Weber College. The L.D.S. Institute The L.D.S. Institute of Religion played an important part of college life, not only for those of Mormon faith, but other students who wished to participate in the varied activities the Institute offered. The Institute was located north of the main campus midway between Adams and Jefferson facing 24th Street. This red brick structure housed a chapel with an adjoining lounge which could be used as an extension of the chapel by means of large folding doors between the lounge and the chapel. There were also two classrooms, an office, a kitchen, and a library seminar room. The Institute Director, Nicholas Van Alfen, had replaced the very popular Royden Braithwaite, who after military service, had gone to Cornell University in pursuit of a Doctor of Philosophy degree. Van Alfen proved to be a worthy successor and was suitably dubbed "Uncle Nick" by the students. His quiet, wise counsel helped many students adjust and readjust to college life following the war years. The large lounge was nicely furnished, with soft chairs and couches, making it an ideal place for quiet study, friendly conversation, or snoozing. Its appropriateness was enhanced since the boys' lounge at the top of the gymnasium building was little more than a storage room with a few chairs and a beat-up sofa. The girls' lounge on the mezzanine floor of the same building was pretty much off limits due to its close proximity to the women's dressing room. The lounge served many student endeavors such as teas, formal club initiations, non-sectarian firesides, and receptions, along with assorted community functions. There was a drawback to the Institute lounge which we discovered the hard way. The north wall contained a large, elegant fireplace which for some unknown reason to the cur- rent users was not enjoyed. One winter evening in preparation for an evening social, it was decided to have a huge fire in the fireplace to enhance the mood of the planned festivities. Paper, kindling, and logs were heaped on the iron grate; the flue was opened, and the fire lighted. Instantly the lounge became enveloped in smoke. Gasping for air, people opened doors and windows while others secured pans of water from the kitchen and doused the smoldering flames. The evening activity became known as the Institute Smoker. Whether the fireplace was ever repaired for cozy warmth, I cannot recall, but I suspect it remained an attractive adornment with little utilitarian value. The Flaming W Hike Traditions played a major part in school life at Weber College with the social clubs having a conspicuous role in perpetuating those traditions. The Flaming W hike was one of those annual events. As a child growing up in Ogden, I recalled vividly the fall happening when college students lit a large log W on a bald face atop Malan's Peak east of the city, and I dreamed of someday being a part of that celebration. That dream came to fulfillment in September 1946 when I was asked to chair the committee for the annual episode. The war years had curtailed the hike for several previous years, so the renewal took on added significance. The trip to Malan's Peak started at the top of 26th Street at the mouth of Taylor's Canyon, which was controlled by the Union Pacific Railroad. The canyon was a source of water for the railroad. The first task required us to gain permission from the railroad to cross its property. This was secured without difficulty, although we had to sign liability waivers, to promise not to pollute the stream, and to clean up after the hike. Several of us - Dean Hurst, George Stromberg, Dick Fair, Laurence Burton, and I - hiked up the three-and-a-half- mile trail to reconnoiter the area. A pioneer wagon trail had been developed years ago when the Malan family owned a rustic lodge and sawmill in the basin, a half mile from the peak itself. Our purpose was to get wood for the bonfire in the basin where the celebration was to be held and to set a series of logs on the face of the peak where the Willis Wynn 53