typist then, and those term papers had to have footnotes and all that kind of stuff. He was very particular and wanted the paper to be perfect. It took me forever and was worth a lot more than $5.00 by the time I had finished. Down at lower campus the college held a Sadie Hawkins Day celebration. There were all kinds of games, like trying to catch a greased pig, a race where the girls had to chase the boys like in "Lil Abner," and several other fun events. The first week of school, a freshman orientation and a special welcome party were held at the football field. I remember some muscle builders were there. It was the first time I had ever seen anything like that. There were many fun events at Weber College. We met many people we had not known before. We, who were Ogden High grads, learned to love and appreciate the kids from Weber and Morgan and Box Elder and other high schools. This was the initial growing-up year of my life, and I will never forget it or the people who made it happen. L. C. Evans, who was our English and journalism teacher, made a great impact on my life. So did Dr. Hayes and Dr. Young, who almost convinced me that science was as interesting as journalism. There were too many to mention, but they are the type of teachers you wish your children and grandchildren could have. I am glad I knew them and all those who contributed to my life at Weber College. Diamond Friendships David Cordell "Ace" Nelson '56 Our class was very special. We were on two campuses, upper and lower. This geographical setting cre- ated a problem when I was driving to lower campus one winter afternoon. I could see a car at a stop sign just barely moving. There was plenty of time for me to pass, so I wasn't concerned about a collision. As I neared the intersection, I could see the driver. He was an elderly man, and his rear wheels were spinning at a high RPM. As I got directly in front of him, his car lunged ahead and broadsided my '41 Chevy. I got out of my car to find the other driver looking under his engine hood with a crowbar in his hand. His engine was roaring with noise, and he was trying to stop it with the crowbar! We found out that he was on a sheet of ice and tried to beat me into the intersection; the collision had locked his engine at the high rate at which he had tried to get through the intersection. He was just barely moving as he was spinning on the ice and then hit a dry spot and lunged into me. This occurred when I was just getting acquainted my freshman year. The first year at Weber I commuted from Brigham City with four other classmates from Brigham. I just didn't feel part of the class at Weber that year. My second year I promised myself that I would do anything I had to do to live in Ogden and get involved with my classmates. I got involved with some of my friends there, and they still stop me to say "hello." At this point in my life I now realize that those friendships are the choicest aspects of my past. To recall all of the fun things we did that year, 1955, would be next to impossible, but I will relate a couple that stand out in my memory. I remember I palled around with Ralph Firth, Dennis Smith, Gordon Watts, my associates from Brigham, and the members of Phoenix. I recall my amazement that there were so many good-looking girls! They were of good backgrounds and solid families. They had a good sense of humor and were fun to be around. Most of them participated in our matinee dances at the lower campus, where we listened to Dick Watkins and his Band of Renown! They were terrific! Then there were the nights we would go to a sandy area with very little light, turn on all the radios of our cars to the same station, and dance in our bare feet. I don't recall if we actually asked for a date to these activities or just ended up with someone to take home. So many to choose from and so little time! During our lunch hours we used to get involved with sports between fraternities. We made it a big deal, and the competition in baseball was keen. Duane Ozmun was our pitcher, and I was catcher. I can't remember if we had protective equipment on for any position. We came sometimes wearing our school clothes, which got green stains on them. Who cared? As I look through my autobiography now, it still amazes me how many people I became acquainted with. At our 1996 reunion, I was very surprised when I talked with some of the attendees the second day. We each stood up Intramurals between fraternities 86 to bring everyone up to date on where we were and a little of our histories. I was very surprised when several stood up and, in fact, gave credit to me for keeping them going in school! When I learned of the serious results in other lives, it put a lump in my throat and prevented me from speaking. I felt very honored to receive such compliments. It was these years, 1953 to 1955, that I later judged myself to have been in a learning and immature mode. But my memories have served me well in my own life, as I recall troubled times I encountered, and those good memories surfaced immediately. They helped defeat discouragement. To anyone who may read this, I thank each of you who got involved in my life. You also impressed me and gave me reason to keep going with my education and growing-up experiences. As has been said many times in many lives, "Friendships are a diamond value in life." I have left out the times spent playing hearts on the steps of buildings; the many times spent visiting at the locker of a person just talking; the nicknames given to those who were close to my life; the assemblies where we did funny plays and skits; and the times we just visited and got to know someone better. What a boon to any person's later social life. Who would ever realize that we would meet people with similar experiences and backgrounds as we had at Weber? It was those values in life that couldn't be taught in class. Thank you all for letting me learn and grow with such good people. You kept me striving for higher values in living and for the security of good acquaintances. Marian Underwood and Frank Odd Friends Were Closer Then Donna Gibbs Willard '56 These are some of the fond memories I have of Weber College, the most enjoyable two years of my life. 1 couldn't wait to get out of class to see who might be in the halls. My friends and I knew almost everyone who went to Weber. It was only a two-year college then, and people seemed to be closer and knew each other better than they do now. I loved every dance, always double-dating with friends. I remember what good dancers Sandy Lower and Wayne Mayberry were. I loved dancing with Ross Dredge. I loved to hear Dick Watkins and his band play "String of Pearls" and other Glenn Miller songs. Some of the dances were held at the Moench Building on the lower campus. We took LDS Institute of Religion classes on the lower campus also. Few of the girls had cars, so we were always bumming rides with the guys. Otyokwa was a big part of our lives. We had meetings every Wednesday at noon, and most of the girls went to the meetings. The parties with Excelsior, Phoenix, and other clubs were wonderful. We were excited to see who would bring us home. All the boys were great; we didn't have to worry about drugs, cigarettes, sex, or any of the other vices. Everybody liked everybody; we all had fun! Ralph Firth and Cordell "Ace" Nelson were special friends. I got their names mixed up and called them "Race and Alf!" Other special friends were Dennis Smith, Sherron Hill, Baty Morrison, Wilf Christensen, Don Clifford, Ross Dredge, Jerry Thompson, Lois East, Pat Olsen, Sandy Lower, and Sharon Allen. Whip Club was fun. We got to march at half-time at the football game. We went to out-of-town games and screamed our heads off. We even got to ride home on the bus with the football players. What a blast! Otyokwa and all the other clubs made a float for Homecoming. We spent hours making our green and white float, stuffing napkins into chicken wire, and then our float broke down in the middle of the parade downtown. We laughed our heads off! My worst grade was in Dr. Orson Whitney Young's class. We had to do a research paper, and I did mine on 87