"Lei 'em low, Weber" a perch, a gathering place, for the male students. That fifty-foot walkway became my personal gauntlet as the lounging, relaxing young males eyeballed the females forced to run the length from the Central Building to the gym. I also have a lot of fun memories. The fall of 1947 Weber's football team hosted and defeated the McKinlcy Alumni team from Honolulu. There was a rally parade at the half-time, and Otyokwa came up with the great theme "Lei 'Em Low, Weber." It must not have been too corny because it did take third place. For hours we made crepe paper leis and persuaded Bob Daniels to furnish his car. We even washed it for him before we covered it with leis. There was a party given for the Hawaiians by the Whip Club. Some of us were fortunate enough to go out to the flower beds by the Institute and have a real lei made by one of the football players. This knowledge came in handy for me later when Dean Hurst had his missionary farewell before leaving for Hawaii. I made him a flower lei and took it to the meeting. Probably one of my most notable performances came during an Otyokwa assembly, and no one even recognized me. The theme was "Swinging On A Star." Norma Jean Wood and 1 had the honor of playing the mule, and guess who was the back end? At one of the dances at intermission there was a "Brother Calling" contest, and I had the dubious honor of winning this contest. Each contestant called her brother through the microphone, and when it was my turn, some good "friend" turned the volume as high as it would go. I'm sure my brother, who at that time was in North Ogden, heard me. I don't remember how the arrangements were made, but some of the students from Weber went to the Veterans' Hospital in Salt Lake City to visit with the patients. We also played cards and danced. I remember waltzing with a man that was 102 years old. I really appreciated all the wonderful teachers at Weber, especially when I had to miss school because of an appendectomy. At that time you were in the hospital for a week and at home an additional week. All my teachers were helpful with make-up work, and kind William Stratford told me not to worry about any of it. He said, "Just go out in the sunshine and get some glow back in your face." Financial Fiasco Carol Vendall Crawford '48 This 1948 incident didn't even have to lie dormant for forty-five years to appeal to my aging funny bone. I thought it was hilarious at the time! That spring of our sophomore year the big decision had been made: Our cozy Weber Junior College was going to find financing for a new campus! The Jefferson Avenue site was not in the future plans for the expanded college everyone envisioned. Dr. Dixon and the planning committee decided to send the Whip Club (in our little purple skirts and jackets, of course) out to charm Ogden's businessmen out of hundreds of thousands of dollars to finance the initial phase of the project. Needless to say, our drive came up shorthundreds of thousands of dollars! Fortunately, the planning committee rethought the approach and got serious with businessmen contacting businessmen! It's a good thing, or even today, students might still be laughing and loitering in the halls of that lovely and comfortable old Moench Building on Jefferson Avenue. Three Fellows to Every Girl Roma Lou Buckner Radmall '48 The Fall of 1946 until the Spring of 1948 was very special for a coed at Weber College. The war was over, and all the boys were returning home and attending school under the GI Bill of Rights. We had fellows on campus ranging in age from 18 to 35 with the 35-year-olds, in our eyes, being "old men." How naive we were. There were about three fellows to every girl, and the men were willing to have a date more than just once in a while. Rationing of shoes, gas, tires, sugar, and meat was over, and we thought life was worth living to the very fullest. At noon on any given day you would find the steps to the Weber College Gymnasium filled with fellows and gals, laughing, talking, and enjoying every minute of it. Max Watson owned a brand-new green Dodge convertible and was always taking it chuck full of classmates for a ride anywhere or to nowhere special. He was a returning veteran who had lost his leg in the war and wore an artificial one, which he called "Sadie" because it hurt and was "sadistic." Most of the girls who wanted to join a social club were 60 given that opportunity. Rush parties were held the summer before we enrolled at college, and this gave us the opportunity of meeting the sophomores who were members of the clubs as well as many new girls who were to be freshmen. They were from various high schools: Box Elder, Weber, Ogden, Layton, Clearfield, and Davis, as well as others. Some of the rush parties were overnight; some were progressive dinners with different holidays as their themes. One was held on the Weber Gymnasium Building mezzanine overnight. Most of the school dances were held in the ballroom of the Gym Building with a few being held at the White City Ballroom in the next block below the campus toward downtown. There were Phoenix's Snowball, La Dianaeda's Easter Dance, Excelsior's Sweetheart Ball, Otyokwa's Sadie Hawkins Dance, and several others. We had Print Dress Day in the spring of the year, when all the girls wore dresses made from print material, and, as I recall, these were judged. One spring, one of the men's clubs sponsored a milking contest. A girl from each of the girls' clubs was chosen to milk a real cow. Dianne Hunsaker was OT's representative. I was LD's, and Clara Rallison was from Sophvita. Dianne showed up wearing rubber gloves because she wasn't going to touch that critter with bare hands. I got about three squirts of milk and the rest did about the same, except Clara, who got a half bucket full. Then we discovered Clara had been born and raised on a ranch in Wyoming. Needless to say, she won. The first day of spring quarter of my sophomore year I was sitting in an Institute class talking to Carma Baggs, when I heard my name called, and I marched up in front and gave the opening prayer. When I returned to my seat, Carma said "He wasn't calling on you to pray - he was just calling the roll." I had taken five quarters of Institute, and I was sure he was calling on me to pray. The next day, Nicholas Van Alfen, the teacher, said "Roma Lou, when you hear your name today, I am just calling the roll - we don't need an opening prayer." I am sure my face was as red as any big apple on a tree! My days at Weber College were days I'll never forget. I met my husband, Stewart Radmall, as he was in his GI fatigues standing on a ladder at the Institute decorating for a dance. My hair was in pin curls with a scarf over my head, and my friends - Carma Baggs, Laurel Checketts, Cleone Hale - and I were headed to town. Imagine going to town with your hair put up in pin curls, let alone stopping at the Institute where you knew they were getting ready for the dance that evening. President Henry Aldous Dixon could often be seen walking briskly across campus chatting with the students as he passed, often stopping to ask how things were going with them. Under his skilllful tutelage he guided the many professors to be successful in their fields, and he was highly thought of by the students. The professors knew many of the students and stopped to chat with them as they saw them in the halls or as they went from one building to the other. We remember Clarisse Hall, registrar; Robert Clark, dean of faculty; Mae Welling, dean of women; and faculty and staff such as Pearl Allred, Thatcher Allred, J. Clair Anderson, Walter Buss, Merle Chipman, O. M. Clark, Farrell Collett, Doyle Strong, Wendell Esplin, Jeanette Draayer, Laurence Evans, Marva Gregory, Victor Hancock, Ralph Gray, Wilma Grose, Paul Huish, Melba Judge, John Kelly, Alma Heaton, Guy Hurst, Alta Hirst, Helen Mally, Leland Monson, Milton Mecham, Reed Swenson, Jeannette Morrell, Smith Murphy, Charles Osmond, Ralph Monk, Roland Parry, William Z. Terry, Clarence Wilson, Marian Read, Merlon Stevenson, O. Whitney Young, Wallace Baddley, Bettie Bond, Gertrude "Gertie" Stallings, and Harry Burchell. Many of these people had their Ph.D. degrees or later attained their advanced degrees, but we knew them as friends without titles. These and many others were what made Weber College the Weber State University it is today. The milking contest King and Queen for a Day Roma Lou Buckner Radmall '48 eing selected as the non-traditional Homecoming Royalty of Weber State University for 1995 was truly an honor. As I had told Craig Wall when he interviewed us for KSL's Early Morning News, "A queen is usually a tall, regal, beautiful lady, not a short, fat, squatty person." It was such a special honor to be chosen as the second alumni royalty, and I am sure Shirlee and Ted Larsen, who were the first, felt the same way. Every event during the week was very full and very special. Monday started with a luncheon at the Weber Club, where the student royalty was announced and we were introduced. Many of the students would look at us 61