Page 20 Scribulus drinks, it wasn't with his usual enthusiasm. Everybody crowded noisly up to the bar. But "Droopy", he didn't move. Chris bellowed an angry command, "Everybody up to the bar!" "Droopy" seemed like one deaf and blind. With a snarl, Chris strode rapidly over to the table where the boy sprawled; there was fire in his slitted eyes, and he was breathing hard. "Hey, you!" he growled, "didn't you hear me say I was buyin' the drinks?" "Droopy" didn't move. Chris seized him by the collar and pulled him to his feet. "I said everybody up to the bar!" he screamed, shaking the man violently. I don't know where or how "Droopy" got strength to do it, but he managed to jerk free and steady himself on his wobbly legs. "I'm particular who I I drink with," he said. Somehow his voice sounded strong; it kinda got you, you expected it to be weak and shaky. Drunkenly, and without much effect, he swung his fist at Chris. The big fellow easily dodged the blow, and came up and smashed away at "Droopy's" unprotected chin. His fist cracked into the boy's face with a sickening, crunching sound, much as a steamer might crush into a Chinese junk. "Droopy" catapulted back over the table, crashed into the corner, and lay there like a limp wet rag. And then it grew terribly quiet and still. "Droopy" lay inert. A stream of blood ran down his face into a little pool on the floor. His eyes were staring, glassy-like, and his lips were parted in an awful smile. It was as though in death he was proclaiming a victory. Somehow I got the impression he had been a brave man, braver than any one of us standing there looking down at him. Chris stood silent, legs far apart, hands clenched, jaw set, and eyes staring down at the widening pool of blood. The silence was suddenly shattered by a woman's despairing cry, and Mazie took two or three uncertain steps, her face distorted, and her arms reaching out toward the sprawling form in the corner. Then she fainted and hit the floor with a thud. . . I could hardly stand it. I clutched my drink and downed it in a gulp.... Yes, I like Joe's. It's restful. And you can study life there. BEN LOMOND HOTEL Just the - Smart Place -To Lunch and Dine WE ARE HERE TO SERVE AND WANT TO HELP YOU WITH YOUR ENTERTAINMENT PROBLEMS WHETHER THEY BE Luncheons Dinner Dances Banquets or Afternoon Teas HOTEL BEN LOMOND 350 Rooms 350 Baths Fire Proof Chauncey W. West Manager Spring Issue Page 21 Russell Harris President of Weber's only nationally affiliated fraternity: Phi Rho Pi. He is the only student representative on the national executive board of that debate society. Enjoys debating because it "helps one to learn to think, to express himself clearly while on his feet forces one to think things through to a logical conclusion, and develops the memory." He believes Abraham Lincoln to be the most illustrious member of his chosen life's work: the practice of law. Someday in the future he plans to write his version of the life of Christ in verse. At present he doesn't feel equal to even the commencement of such a task. His one weakness is that he can never resist an opening for a pun. He is a sucker for fried chicken or chocolate bars. He collects photographs and poetry and reads psychological studies in his spare moments. His experiences while attending the National Phi Rho Pi Debate Tournament at Lawrence, Kansas, as one of Weber's representatives, are among his most interesting. He is president of the History and Political group and a member of Phoenix Club. Phyllis Brown A good excuse for coming to Weber next year. With such a vivacious, genial personality leading the social life (and leading the social life seems to be the duty of vice-presidents of student body councils), an enjoyable time should be expected by all endowed with courage enough to keep pace with the tempo. She is perhaps the happiest coed in school; always smiling, she can't resist greeting everyone with a cheery "hello." Her pet mania is buying loud-colored ankle-sox. Dreams of a movie career once guided her footsteps to the stage of a local theatre where she demonstrated her ability as a terpsichorean. Following this, she made the rather hasty decision that ballroom dancing was her forte. Now, she wants to be a social worker and journalist. (Are you listening, Mr. Neville?) She is a member of Otyokwa, Whip, and Sociology Clubs, a member of the Girls' Council, associate editor of Signpost, and advertising assistant on Scribulus staff. Ruth Ketchie One of the personable reasons for the unusually firm belief in the Tightness of coeducation at Weber. Picture a quaintly interesting blush outlined against a light olive complexion, dark brown hair, and appealing brown eyes in a small-featured oval face; link it with idealism, resoluteness, and impulsiveness with a dash of unreasonableness, and you have the secret of her popularity. She once was interested in dramatics but has since changed that to an interest in backstage work and subordinated it to the pursuance of studies in the vocation for which her innate quietness and tendency towards self-effacement has fitted her: nursing. Her ambition is missionary work in the Orient, but she doubts that it will be realized unless her fear of water is overcome. Museums fascinate her; essays and biographies intrigue her; and cats panic her. She is president of La Dianaeda, secretary of Girls' Association, and a member of Whip Club. Stan Watts One of Weber's all-time outstanding athletes. He has made all-conference in football and basketball both years at Weber. He comes from a family of athletes, and finds organized scholastic athletics his "meat." He can't remember ever having had to put forth effort to obtain anything he desired in the sports line his love of the game dictates his actions; and anyone who has witnessed the apparent ease with which he executes unusual maneuvers on the football field or performs difficult shots at the basket will readily agree that he is a born athlete. To become a physical education director is his goal. His student life at Weber he considers the most interesting experience of his life. Training generally forbids interesting food, but he doesn't mind. Energetic, studious, unaffected by praise, he is the ideal athletic student. Thomas McKay Despite the fact that he has his heart set upon a managerial position in the business world, he is a sociology major. Perhaps this is because he "wishes not to waste his talents in figures." He once had dreams of becoming an operatic tenor then his voice changed and his ambition became "sour-grapes". Dislikes routine work immensely, yet has a mania for things being done perfectly or not at all; detests farming, yet has dreams of having a large farm of his own someday; can't stand slippery vegetables, yet likes to "slurp" spaghetti; and claims to be an advocate of "putting things off", yet never does. Considers a college education necessary, so he's going "to get it over with." He is president of the Sociology Club, assistant business manager on the Acorn staff, and prominent in oratorical and speech circles. Dorothy Bowman Sociability is her keynote, personality her charm, and popularity her pride. She is typical of all Weber coeds in that she always reacts in favor of the under-dog. Definite decision in the choice of a career hasn't bothered her as yet her practical mind forbids. Once upon a time she sluffed class; she suffered such mental anguish that classes are quite enjoyable now. Business is her major. Athletics has an especial appeal for her; she is a member of the girls' swimming team (co-captain), likes golf, horseback riding (says that she learned by riding a burro), hiking, and tobogganing. The Whip Club, organized this year, owes much of its success to her capable leadership as president. She is a member of Otyokwa, Sociology Club, and Girls' Council. All school activities receive her enthusiastic support. Congratulations to you GRADUATES THE NADINE 2319 Washington Ave.