Concerning Feminine Wildcats By Cadet James Porter Naval aviation cadets seems to have two prevalent topics of discussion, flying and women. These brief ramblings are concerned primarily with the latter topic and its application to the Weber College coed. Naturally, in undertaking an assignment of this nature, it was necessary to indulge in a little research and preparatory ground work, which proved to be quite interesting and enlightening. The conclusion derived from the results of this amatory reconnaissance is that the Weber girl is symbolic of innocent beauty, free and uninhibited. "When we embarked for a little town called Ogden in the heart of the Rockies, we heard heartening rumors of the feminine ratio, but we had no conception that the quality would approach the quantity. Though the Ogden weather is at times detrimental to flying, it appears to have the opposite effect on the fairer sex. Almost without exception, the constituents of this class seem to be bouncing around with vitality and are living exemplifications of wholesome good health. There is none of that drawing-room pallor of complexion due to dissipation and lack of exercise that is so noticeable among many college coeds, but rather an overwhelming radiance of perfect health in other words, their beauty is more than skin deep. From a cadet's point of view, probably the most appreciated attribute these girls possess is an inherent friendliness. It is a definite relief to be able to walk down the street or around the campus without having your visual attentions brushed off with a shy, reticent aversion, but instead, having them returned with sparkling smiles. Upon further approach, the discovery was made that this apparent friendliness is not in any way a form of affectation, but a sincere intention of receiving all cadet advances with eager and open arms. Such a reception completely swept us off our feet and temporarily alleviated our wolfish tendencies however, a quick recovery is expected. After a strenuous week of flying and engaging in mass mayhem exercises called calisthenics, nothing could be pleasanter than to escort an attractive feminine Wildcat to one of Ogden's favorite night-spots. Her pliant style provides an exuberance of comfort where cares of a war-weary world may be temporarily forgotten. The intellectual capacity of these creatures has not yet been fully explored by most cadets. Who knows, they may have brains as well. However, with or without, they represent the essence of feminine appeal to tired cadets engaged in fighting the battles of preparatory schools. So, when the idealistic dream castles that have been built up for the girl back home begin crumbling, to whom do the cadets cling? These Weber coeds seem to have "dream men" of their own. Here Come The Cadets By Betty Coed Not having been blessed with the art of fortune-telling, I find it rather difficult to describe a whole when I am acquainted with only a few of its parts. That is why I find it difficult to write this short epistle. I really know only a few Weber cadets, and I have been asked to describe the bulk of them. It would be the natural course of human nature, because I know Wallace Brady, to begin by saying Naval cadets are tall, good-looking, and mysteriously interesting. And because I have danced and talked with Jim Porter, I should probably be tempted to add that they are smooth on their feet and intelligent as a quizz kid. I'd describe them as possessors of a delightful sense of humor and a genuine sense of good sportsmanship, because I have observed Lou Anderson. And I'd probably generalize in making the statement that they are capable of pulling through anything and everything, since I saw the plane that Concerto nosed to the ground, and Concerto is still flying. But any individual who is perfect enough to possess all of these qualities should be a high bidder for a privileged seat in heaven, and I'm sure no cadet is ready or even willing to make that bid at the present time. These men of the skyways are not angels even though they do fly and the coeds like to think of them as something "out of this world." They are just a group of ordinary men such as one might have found on any college campus before the war. Among them are the intellectual, the humorous, the artistic, and the physically attractive cadets. Very few of them are composites of all four classifications. Yet, when we coeds see them marching toward us in straight rows with their black ties and well-shined shoes, we cannot help breathing excitedly . . . "Here come the cadets." page sixteen Naval Aviation Cadet James Porter page seventeen