tion, I can see that perhaps the lyricist was on to something. There was always much talk on campus about the geology field trips. Year after year, Weber students took the Buss to Southern Utah. I didn't go because I had difficulty understanding what all the excitement was about. Once you've seen one rock, haven't you seen them all - a rock for all your ages? Naive me! I learned later, from a granite-solid source, that the field trips were monumentally co-educational. Everybody talks about the TUB. I was terrified of the place. There were some very big movers and shakers rattling around in that flimsy structure, and they didn't take kindly to foreign agents - people like students. They hated students. Students reminded them of the lies they told their parents about why they wanted to go to college! Did any parents ever actually set foot in the TUB? I doubt it. Had they done so there might have been a public outcry to close Weber College! Finally, there was the "Friendliest Girl" contest. I lucked out and married the 1956 winner, Patricia Lee Olsen. Yes! She had caught my eye - and my heart much earlier - in kindergarten at Washington Elementary School. There was something about how her dimpled knees matched her dimpled, Susan Hayward face that made me crazy. She's been friendly, and I've been crazy ever since. Today we have seven children and three grandchildren. Pat serves on Weber's Emeriti Alumni Council, even though she's much too young to do so. Some say that it's human nature to romanticize the past ("thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts" -that sort of thing). But our days at Weber were wonderful, a golden-pond time in what were really our golden years. But pink and charcoal? Give me a break! Blow Snakes and Band Gary I. Thornley '56 remember a botany class in which I had the good fortune of sitting between Bunny Lund and Maxine Sommers on the last row of the classroom. None of us had interest in the subject, so we just did as little as possible. I am sure that I am the reason that the three of us received a passing grade. On another occasion in the Life Science lab, several of us wrapped a blow snake around the inside doorknob just before the rest of the class arrived. I will never forget the response from the two girls who opened the door first. They and others ran the entire length of Building 3 to get away. On a more uplifting note, my sophomore year was a great improvement over my freshman experiences. I had not taken any music classes during my first year. Then Dr. Max Dalby came from Ogden High School, and we basically had the old Ogden High School band back together. We also formed the Weber College dance band, and we played at many college dances and other functions. The high point was when six of us were invited to play in a brass choir for graduation in the Ogden Tabernacle. It was a great way to complete my activities at Weber. Max Dalby You Could Do That in Those Days Heber C. Jentzsch '56 Weber College in 1954 was an interesting blend of students. The Korean War had just ended; veterans were returning and were part of the school scene along with many of us who had just graduated from high school. We were learning about each other and learning about life. I remember Bob Mikkelson and H. E. D. Redford, two great professors, each with a sense of humor. In those days there were no paved parking spaces, and when the rains came, cars sank in the mud to the south of the building. Mr. Baddley, who was in charge of grounds, was told of this problem a number of times. Finally, when he drove to work one morning, he arrived at the road to the campus and saw two men dressed as duck hunters sitting in a trench by the sign to the campus. They had a sign behind them in large letters pointing to the parking lot which said "Baddley's Bogs." The two men? Mikkelson and Redford. We students loved the spirit of play that was evident in this moment. Baddley took a lot of ribbing after that, and we christened the parking lot "Baddley's Bogs." We were not stuck with authoritarian Heber C. Jentzsch 90 philosophies at that time. We were seekers, and we were free thinkers. I remember Dr. Harvey in beginning psychology drawing a circle on the blackboard one day. He explained that the circle represented a six-foot high fence, that the inside was filled with grass that was at least two feet high. A baseball had just blown over the fence and got lost in the grass. He then asked a volunteer student to come up and demonstrate how to find the ball. Ace Nelson stepped up to the blackboard, drew a line through the entrance of the circle straight to the center and said: "OK, Doc, here's your ball." Dr. Harvey was miffed at this and said that Ace had not approached finding the ball in a scientific manner. Ace replied: "What are you crying about, Doc? I found your ball, didn't I?" The class agreed and had a good laugh. You could do that in those days. I hope they are still laughing at psychology. Those were the days when Darwin Van De Graaff, Al Fleming, Hal Stephens and I could pick up Janet Hadley's little Morris Minor and carry it over and plant it on the steps between a couple of the buildings on the upper campus. There was no way to drive it off. It had to be lifted back onto the sidewalk. Eight People in a Two-Person Thunderbird Mary Jo Giles La Tulippe '56 Working at Weber State for 19 years brought back many memories of the "Good Old Days," 1954 to 1956. I started working at Weber State in January 1976 as a counselor. I was amazed at Weber State's growth. It was fun walking through Buildings 1, 2, 3 and 4, remembering what had been there, knowing why there was a hollow sound under the floor in the south end of Building 3. How crazy it was having some classes on the lower campus. I remember stuffing as many as eight people in Dick Hiatt's two-person Thunderbird for the ride to the lower campus. One day a policeman stopped us and made everyone but one get out and walk. Dick went around the block, and we all climbed in again and got about one-half block when the same policeman pulled us over. We were all a little late for our next class. As I remember it, when it was time for Otyokwa's assembly one year ("A Lonely Little Petunia In An Onion Patch"- I made a great onion), LaDianaeda, with some help, took the trap door out of the center of the stage and hid it. But the show went on! In retaliation, I remember something about canceling LaDianaeda's reservations at Maddox. I'm not sure if Otyokwa did this or if we just talked about it. Everyone remembers the Bryce Canyon trip, but I remember another trip. A number of us went on a ski trip to Sun Valley. We skied a lot, laughed, skied a lot, ate a bunch, and skied a lot. We had a great time! Speaking of skiing, there are so many memories of the ski classes at Snowbasin, sliding off the road, Jim Lee taking me up Wildcat for my first time, and his making seven runs while I went down once. Everything I think of reminds me of something else. I wish we could find out where everyone is now. "A Lonely Little Petunia In An Onion Patch" Kent Ellis '57 Mel Torme, the "Velvet Fog," was retained to perform at one of the dances. When it came time for his performance, he was missing. A frantic search finally located him in his hotel room asleep! He had evidently imbibed the spirits a little too heavily and had to be revived before his performance, which turned out to be very enjoyable. A more successful concert was the Snowball, where the Four Freshman performed. 91