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Show The Orchid Ball was successful, and Kay Stanfield was named Outstanding Sophomore Girl. Only a few dedicated sophomores helped with the decorations. All of the social clubs were well represented at the 1957 Songfest. Phoenix won the competition with a rendition of western songs directed by Dave Jacobs. However, the hit of the show was the Sigma men singing the "Whiffenpoof Song." Songfest Joen England Humphreys '57 Among my fond memories of Weber were two trips to California with college groups. The first was in the autumn when the Whip Club accompanied the football team to Los Angeles. As I recall, the foaotball team and the Whip Club were not in the same league as the California school. Our field show was a different style than the drill-team-type show, performed by the opposing team. We were quite impressed with their glitzy uniforms and show, compared to our purple cotton dresses with white collars. Disneyland, which was very new then, quickly moved our minds in a different direction. Forest Lawn, with a large painting of "The Last Supper," was another stop. A large number of us had never seen the ocean before, so shoes and socks were quickly shed and pants rolled up for wading in the surf. We returned to the bus pretty wet, but happy. A second fond memory of Weber College was a trip to San Francisco with the college band. As student body officers, we were invited to accompany the band. A group of eight or ten of us joined together during our free time to see the city. Part of the group were H.E.D. Redford and his wife, Pat, who had been to San Franciso before, and now acted as tour guides for our little group. We formed the Royal Order of the White Carnation Society by buying a white carnation for each of us from the street vendors. We rode the cable cars until nearly midnight, explored and shopped Chinatown, sampled shrimp and crab at Fisherman's Wharf, and sat in the gazebo for refreshments in Golden Gate Park. We dined at the Cathay House in Chinatown, where Mr. Redford introduced us to a new and different kind of Chinese food. It was an enjoyable experience to associate with a teacher and his wife on a more equal level and enjoy their fun-loving spirit and sense of humor. There was a non-damaging earthquake during the night while we were there, but none of our group felt it. I guess we were all worn out from our very busy days. I was student body vice president during the years when our office was a room in the back of the TUB. It was pretty stark, with a blackboard, two big tables arranged in a T shape, and some flags as its basic furnishings. Our summer meetings to prepare for the coming school year were often started in the office but usually quickly moved to the lawn outside because of the heat. The outdoor meetings turned out to be very pleasant. The other side of the TUB held the cafeteria, the bookstore, and a social center for students. I am sure we all have fond memories of that funny little building because of the many fun parties and good times. It is proof that students and teachers were far more important than buildings, in spite of the fact we were very proud of our new campus. Warren Buss, Pat Seegmiller, Bob Marriott, Joen England, David Jacobs 92 Joe College Ralph P. Vander Heide '57 It requires a great search of my memory to come up with something unique in the way of a "special moment" at Weber College back in 1955-57. I suppose in a way there were special moments every day. We were all growing up and learning. Actually, my mind keeps zooming through several memories, some of which center on the old TUB, which we all remember so fondly. I spent far too much time in the TUB during my first year at Weber. Post-high-school freedom was just too much for me. One of my memories settles on the fact that we were so few in numbers then that our professors got to know us quite well. Indeed, we were probably nearly as closely watched as we had been in high school. I cut one of Dr. Sheldon P. Hayes's classes a couple of times, apparently missed some assignments, and my grades plummeted. I was sufficiently concerned, so I made an appointment to discuss this with Dr. Hayes. His succinct explanation of the cause of my academic decline rings in my ears to this day and helped me then to shape up and frequent the TUB, if not less frequently, at least not during his classes. He said I should spend less time playing "Joe College" and more time attending classes. I still wonder how he knew. The TUB Thumbing Through the Ol' Mental Rolodex Patricia Seegmiller Walker '57 Ahh! "Memories! La, la, la. Pressed between the pages of my mind" (a.k.a. "thumbing through the oF mental Rolodex*). Remember the spring evening sky as you left Building 4 - the sky blazing pinks, blues, grays? Enough to take your breath away! And on Sadie Hawkins Day, we wore our Li'l Abner and Daisy Mae outfits and chased the greased pig through the grass and mud in the field on the outskirts of the campus. And the Whip Club trip to Southern California! What a blast! Remember? Wasn't it Whittier College we played? We splashed in the ocean, ate exotic California food, tried not to look like "hicks from the sticks," did Disneyland, Fanners' Market, the Red Skeleton Show. Oh, yes, we lost the game - by a lot - like twenty to thirty points, if my memory doesn't fail me. And it took hail to overcome our feelings of embarrassment when the flashy, mini-skirted Whittier Pep Club performed for us. We really did look like small town hicks in our longish purple dresses, doing our simple routine! But we had as much fun as anyone! Remember, later, when the Whittier foot- ball team and Pep Club came to our beautiful campus? They smiled a lot and maybe looked at us reflected in the majestic mountain setting, and maybe our "hick" image dimmed a bit. They hiked our mountains and ate elk-burgers, except the elk meat spoiled so they were hamburgers instead. I can't forget when one of the Whittier Pep Club girls shrieked as she passed a typical Ogden basement house. She squealed, "What size people live there?" I remember our quaint little student body office. It was just the right size for four officers and an adviser, as long as no one needed to shift in his/her chair. We spent many hours in that office, planning, scheming, reflecting, discussing, and enjoying. Thanks, Weber, for the wonderful memories, and friendships, and send-off, out into the big world! Pat Seegmiller Walker 93 |