Did you ever see a dream working? Well, it was along about March that sixty Communists became Democrats and began the remodeling of the Moench Building to fulfill the first installment of the Tracy dream. In a week the campus, which you recall used to be grass as far as the eye could see - with a touch of myopia and sufficient lack of light - was literally littered for yards with the by-products of progress. Piles of debris grew till the dandelions were covered completely and the lawn looked like the nursery-ground of a young tornado. The woodpiles were big enough to house the city's whole hegro population, with room for half a dozen eskimos besides. The great brick pile they established could supply all the life termers in Cecil's army; some of them actually were cracking bricks, with all the enthusiasm of students who expect to crack rocks for life at Weber, or who get paid by the hour. When the school looked most like a shell-shocked cathedral in No-man's Land- with the walls, windows, doors, and stairways out, and the hall so filled with dust that we couldn't see the next pile of timber till we'd kicked into it- the high school debating tournament was held. Perhaps the debaters were brought here to raise the roof and complete the destruction. Our own debaters were sent to Oregon, since it would be obviously unfair to apply their talents to a building handicapped this way. But the revolution was not without its advantages. It is reported one student wrote an essay on "What we Miss by not Having Assemblies, and What Difference Does it Make." He included all those necessary, important, vital, imperative announcements we now get along so nicely without, and also that front-row display of green-and-white squaws we see no more. Then think of the advantages of holding class amid the inspiring rhythm of labor, the din of industry, the soul-stirring example of tireless energy. Many a time have our teachers stopped lecturing, especially when pipes were being hammered loose, to let the class absorb this spirit of progress that conquers all. Think also of the inspiration of seeing just outside the window a magnificent team of horses straining at the traces up a sunny slope of freshly-rooted earth. What if the hill is only a dump-heap? What if the burden is only a load of dirt? It provides the agricultural outlook, the homely touch, that makes our campus unique. And if you let your imagination drift, as the arrows come zooming over the hill from the archery range, you get the thrills of a pony-express rider in an Indian ambush. They say that when it's all done, our building will be better. From the looks of things now, we incline toward skepticism, although we do hope for the best. This is page thirty-four WHY GO TO COLLEGE Things have come to a pretty pass. Why, everywhere I go people point their fingers at me and say, "Why do you go to college?" The payoff came this morning when some old codger, who I suppose saw the Weber sticker on my brief case, cornered me in public building and began making accusations. He talked in a voice that I'm sure was heard for blocks. I stood it as long as I could, but when he accused the college of causing the depression I was plenty burned and, boy, did I tell him. Of course I cannot remember all of the things I said in that little speech, which has since been called a "masterpiece in defense of the college systems," but I have decided to write down some of the reasons for going to college. Group A. This group of students, which contains both men and women, are in college principally to find a "man" or a "woman" as the case may be. Group B. This group, which contains more men than women, go to college in order to get away from sweethearts for whom their passion has died, and whom they are too polite to get rid of in a more direct manner. Group C. This group, which contains curly-headed, Apollo-like men both fair and dark, and a few women, usually flat-chested, big-jawed, and squared, includes those students who go to the college to be heroes in the various fields of athletics. Group D. This group, which contains a motley group of both sexes, including the ambitionless, slow-moving men and the candy-eating women, go to school because they are to lazy to work. These four main groups take in the majority of college students but there are four-sub-groups, who, though closely associated with the main groups, will have to be considered separately. Sub-group 1 - This group, which contains the rattle-brains of both sexes, attend college principally to learn to mix and drink gin cocktails and to drag down nicotine (better known as iron). Sub-group 2 - This group, which includes the rich men's sons and daughters (ranks depleted since depression) go to school to show off new cars, clothes, etc., and to impress other students with their importance. Sub-group 3 - This group contans both men and women who go to college in order to escape from nagging mothers and fathers at home, or, in the opposite case, babying parents who have not yet awakened to the fact that their little lambs have grown up. Sub-group 4 - Last and in numbers probably least there is a group of serious faced, bespectacled, plainly dressed men and women who go to college to train themselves for a vocation in life and who usually end up as secretaries for members of one of the other groups or tutors for their children. With all of these reasons as proof, I maintain that college is absolutely necessary both to men and women and beneficial to the country as a whole; and that parents should be more unselfish, giving up a few bridge and cocktail parties, in order to send their children to college. Gone This is page thirty-five