A Small, Friendly Campus Gloria Pratt Rippon '52 I have many fond memories of my two years at Weber College. I enjoyed the intimacy of the small, friendly old campus where everyone knew everyone else. I remember spending some of our lab time up at the site of the new campus, raking and smoothing the ground for the new football stadium. During my two years at Weber, I was an accompanist for Roland Parry's private vocal students. I was in his office when he was first approached by telephone to write his now well-known pioneer pageant All Faces West. It was a great experience to be able to play some of the very first melodies and themes as he wrote them down. Who could have known what a tremendous impact his work would have on our community! I have had the pleasure of running into Professor Walter Buss in the last couple of years. He's still sharp. He remembers me and my family. I always wonder if he remembers me as a student in his class. I didn't pay much attention to rocks. I was too busy flirting with the boys. I won't remind him of that. Roland Parry Older Married Fathers Paul G. Esterholdt '50 did not begin my college career until I had spent nearly three years in the Navy, married, and become the father of twins. When my babies turned two years old, I became a freshman at Weber College and graduated two years later. I decided early on that I wanted to be an elementary school teacher and particularly enjoyed the child psychology classes. I did find it amusing that I was required to take a class in courtship and marriage at that stage in my life. Maybe the college didn't know quite what to do with the influx of students who were older, married, and fathers. Lighted Influences Rulon Dye '52 The year was 1951, my first year at Weber College, as it was called then. We were at the old campus on Adams and 25th Street. I was in Technical Education under the direction of Lorenzo Peterson, and my major professor was Clifton B. Larsen. I loved mechanical things and desired to learn about machine shop as my older brother, Merlin J. Dye, had at Weber 10 years earlier. I had withdrawn from Weber College about two weeks after I started because of financial reasons, but Lorenzo Peterson caught me as I was going out the door and took me to his office and talked to me for an hour. His talk must have impressed me because I went to college for six more years. Cliff Larsen and Ren Peterson, head of the vocational school, were my favorite teachers. Cliff and Ren played a very important part in my education, affecting my life for good and forming my career in engineering. I remember how well I was treated and accepted by the teachers and administrators, including President Dixon, who hired me to help build his new home on 36th Street. I remember Earl Lee and Bob Hope. We were students in machine shop in the Vocational Building. Earl is still a good friend living in North Ogden, but Bob I never see. I remember the dances and the nice girls, the assemblies and school plays, the bookstore, and playing in the gym and football outside; the daily Ping-Pong games in the gym, and students sitting out on the gym steps. I had a part-time job repairing and maintaining machines in the machine shop after school each day for about two hours. One day I was asked by Mr. Larsen to help build two huge light frames out of steel to place at the entrances to the new Weber College campus on Harrison Boulevard. I'd never seen such large lights in my life. These light frames stand about three feet tall and are two feet square. They are made of about 1/4 inch to 3/8 inch steel, and each light frame weighs about 150 pounds. They are now mounted on large brick pillars at two of the Weber State University entrances. Every time I see Vocational classes 70 them, I'm proud that I did something to help build the new campus. I'm glad to see that someone still keeps them painted and the lights shining at night. Being accepted so well at Weber College meant a lot to me. It made me try harder than I did in high school. I tried so hard that I had all A's except one C from Jennings Olson. I still haven't forgiven him for the C. You'll still find my name in the High Honors list for 1952. Thank you, Weber. Pillar lights The First Weber Strike Val Lofgreen '53 Several of us worked for Weber College, some beginning in junior high school, as custodians. We worked weekdays from 6:30 to 8:00 a.m. and half a day on Saturday, cleaning classrooms, shops, pools, and labs. In the summer, we worked seven-hour days washing walls, cleaning windows, and sealing gym and shop floors. Cleaning the over-20-foot-high ceilings of the library in the Moench Building, the Gymnasium lobby, and the old West Central Building from a swaying scaffold was particularly intimidating. During lunch one day, it was determined that the 50 cents per hour we were paid for this high-risk work wasn't adequate. It was decided that we would not go back after lunch hour ended. When supervisors came to see where we were, Fred Ball explained the situation and told them we would not be returning to work until the injustice was corrected. Word spread quickly, and some of our friends on the staff stopped by and asked if we were for real. Replacement workers were called in from a waiting list, but they quickly determined that the strike environment was not idyllic and opted to decline. By late afternoon, agreement was reached, and wages were increased to 55 cents and 60 cents per hour based on experience. Work returned to normal the next day. Fred later became Weber College's student body president. Professionally, he became an outstanding motivational speaker, executive director of the Salt Lake Chamber of Commerce, and executive vice president of Zions Bank. Weber alums working with me in this group were Fred Ball, Don Garside, LaMoyne Garside, Richard Myers, and Garth Willie. Social Club Rivalries Val Lofgreen '53 he annual Excelsior-Otyokwa Sweetheart Ball in February became a focal point for infra-fraternity rivalry. Among the events occurring were the following: One year, on cue, the members of Phoenix gathered around the orchestra and began to suck lemons. This resulted in an unscheduled break for the musicians to regain control of their salivary functions. Another year, just as intermission, the time to announce the king and queen winners, was approaching, there was a power failure engineered by the men of Phoenix. This was accomplished by replacing a good main fuse with a failed one, necessitating waking the building engineer, who lived on campus, to troubleshoot the system. This extended the intermission by an hour and extended the dance by the same duration. Another year the big celebration was held in the White City Ballroom, located on 25th Street, about where the Ogden City Center parking lot is now. Just as the king and queen candidates were being announced at intermission, a siren began wailing through the sound system, accompanied by the barking of a large dog and other appropriate sound effects engineered by the men of Phoenix. These effects were provided from a car parked in the alley that ran through the center of the block. After an appropriate period with members of the Excelsior fraternity fanning out to catch the perpetrators, the leads were detached from the sound generator, and the car drove away - undetected. Yet another year, not being able to determine the successful queen candi- date in advance, Phoenix decided that all five candidates would be abducted and held until after the dance. One of the Phoenix men worked for the Deseret News, so a photo session for the five candidates was rigged, from which the queens would be taken. Wayne Carver, Phoenix's faculty adviser, offered his silo, located near where the Lindquist Fountain is today, as a place to hold the cap- The rivalry 71