There Passed This Way... Bill Shipley . . . Bill's an Oklahoma boy a thousand miles away from home with only an accent to keep him company. Whenever he gets homesick he writes a story about the folks back home. The cut-and-hack boys on the staff are frustrated by the smooth manuscripts he hands in. No one has yet discovered the place where he batches. He's almost a legend around here; a lot of the girls wish he were around a little more. So do the teachers! Donna Marie Curran . . . Weber has at last produced a glamour girl who knows something besides the facts of life. Even Tanner hesitates to encounter her in informal debate, but she can act dumb when the situation requires. By reading her story, some of you boys who were beginning to wonder if she realizes the seriousness of unrequited love will be gratified to know that she feels sorry for you, anyway. If she doesn't get too in-volved in a little deal on which she is now working, we may hear from her again. She's kind of nice to have around the office. Richard Miller . . . Miller is another of the collectors. His passion is phono' graph disks. His taste runs from De Bussey to Beiderbecke. In art he's versatile and original. Dan Bailey . . . The current specimen of the long list of Weber College's "morbid eccentrics" creates something unusual once again. We don't pretend to understand him, but we certainly do admire him. Anyone who can gaily squander his last, thrice-blessed four bits on a bag of creampuffs has our unqualified homage. It seems he is the victim of sudden and uncontrol-able urges. As an interior decorator, he has just the touch of the macabre necessary for greatness. Budd Johnson . . . Budd has known the smell of a darkroom only for a year, but he has made up for his late start with the hours he has put in since. Burnham had to lay down a special ruling to keep Johnson out of the darkroom when the photography class is trying to carry on a lab. His other love is Arlene. He also has some sort of position on the staff of the "Acorn." Bill Johnson . . . This artist takes his art in large doses. He claims art is his vocation, avocation, and relaxation. At any hour of the day Bill can be found in midst of his patterns, harmonies and models. In the evenings he stays home and paints. On the side he collects records. Louise de Wit . . . Louise is one of those quiet, undemonstrative girls who are really alive to the things that happen around them. You won't find her giggling with the Freshman girls between classes. Her emotions run deep and hard beneath a placid surface. Walt Prothero . . . For the last couple of years, Walt hasn't really been the master of his own soul. Just when things are running smoothly, he gets bored with it all and disappears. He started out last spring and ended up in Reno. No, not that; he just went for the ride. He's drawn for us before, and he'll draw for us again if things don't get too monotonous for him. Dean Jessop . . . This poet is a literary mystery. We got his poem under the door. When we decided to get him to revise it a little, Louise volunteered to find him. After a couple of days of fruitless effort we decided it wasn't worth it. He isn't in the library directory, he isn't in the student directory, and, as final clincher, he isn't in Rosemary Pickens' list of possibilities. Maurine Duffin ... In the midst of the motley collection of depressed individuals making up our staff, Maurine still sheds sweetness and light. It was once remarked that the Scribulus had the smell of death about it. In contradiction we offer that this issue contains one story, Shipley's, in which death occurs, and one story, Duffins', that actually has a happy ending. Such balance, such contrast. Jessi Fish . . . Jessi won the cover contest and deserved it. She's a quiet girl with a passionate love for art. She stands out in her feminine way in the rough and ready art department. Like everybody else, she does her best to ignore Collett's puns. Grant Neuteboom . . . If there's an activity in school that Grant hasn't dabbled in, the Board of Control is unaware of it. He even fools around with his lessons once in a whole. His epic is a hash of experience, childhood nightmares, and something he read a couple of months ago. He can be good when he tries. TWENTY-FOUR THE COLLEGE BOOK STORE SUPPORTS SCHOOL ACTIVITIES