Snow College - Snowonian Yearbook (Ephraim, UT)

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FRESHMAN CLASS Tou iiiclure. From Row, leli to right: Zola fliri«l«nwii, Dec 11 ;i Wallace Nyherg. My rile Christensen. Kffie Olsen, Hale Rar- iliolomew, Laura Curler. Jay Christensen. Virginia Isliell. Second lt»»w: Holier' Olson. I’tarl Kcrkclihuru. I’hilo Rasmussen, Itvulali Nixon. Daisy KraiAii'. l«l ItrisieMsoi. Vce Hum. Itcrtbu Hunt. Mcilia llausoi. MaritcII;. tMlauder. Millie l omguar.l. Thifil Row: Krvcn llioilicrsen, Joseph Crane. Leslie Shelley. Ivo Christensen. I)c« Christensen. Cram Cos. Glenn llarilioluiiiew, Dean IVlereon. Lee Christensen. Miiwanl M Ivory. Clair Aconl. Cli fiord Forhtisli. Miiliile |iic«itre. Front How. left lr» :'gl»t: Keva Mail sen. Mixie Red. UtDean HoiiKaurd. Reta Kcr», Vera Wimeli. Second Row: Arthur S|»endlove. Ramona Melhir. Klviu Giles, Verna Stand. Glade Allred. i-iKtte I’ukell. Lee Rees. Morriii Armstrong. Tliini Row: llonry Christiansen, Clair Aldrich, Morris Sorenson, John (lariIner Middle (irelure. From Row: (ilailjs Johnson, Thelma Olsen. Mane Steven •oil. Second Row: Itoliert Funk. Clark I trailer. Dee Green, Georgia Crawford. Hatton iminre. Front Row: Rtthy Madsen. He.hrr Madsen. Margaret Lund. Gertrude Christensen. Ruby Xcl«on. Naomi Xordgrcn. Rulty Lewis. Ruth I'eterson, Guy Leonard. Second Row: Eleanor I'eter.son. Margaret Itunncll. Alice Thump- soii. Illoiliren I'arry, Dale Nelson. Marjorie Wentenskow, Lyle Johnson. Duane Frandsen, Rodger Anderson. Floyd I Kiri it . Third Row: llernard Christensen. Vetris Nielson, K.t F. Olsen. George I'cdcrson. Ildl I'cicrxon, Royal Har.eard. Roy Mickcl. Ted J ones- Freshmen (1‘ictures not available): iNinna llaglcy. Reva lllack, 11 y rum S. Make. Koy.lett liraitliwaite. I ►can Christensen. Ray Crawford. Wayne llanSon. Susie llalladay. Dorothy .lessen. Helen Larsen. 15eu!..h Metcalf. Max G. Madsen. Janice Ohlroyd. In' 1‘clcrson. Whitney Rasmussen. I.iietta Seeley. Renee Vurrhee . Weldon 1‘etcrgon. Don Wool httry. Samuel Grunge. Ray V. Fetersoii. Jean Christensen. Merrill Anderson. Wallace Madsen. Page Twelve

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Commencement Program Sophomore Class Program FRIDAY MAY 27, 19112 10 A. M. MAY 26, 1932 - 8:15 March Procession Graduates Invocation Reese Anderson Overture, Neptune’s Carnival Stlmsjn Class President’s address Alfred L. Larson College Band Vocal Solo, Dreaming Alone in the Twilight” Invocation Pres. S. M. Nielsen Drews Anderson Chorus, Mistress Margarets . Pen a Prognostication Ina Hunt and Nell Caffall Ladies' C.!ce Club Saxophone Trio. Laltosita Paul Dupont Valedictory Vcola Lreinholt Glenn Kenner, Grant Mason, Parley Thordcrson Piano Solo Selected Chester Mill Ladies’ double trio, At the Close of Another Day Address to Graduates Judge Joshua Greenwood Grace Blackham. Faye Rigby, Eva Thomson, Zoe Jensen, Nell Caffall. Merl Knudsen Vocal solo, “Invictus lluhn Address to Graduates Judge George Christensen IMiman Snell Quartet, Leonare” Trotere Presentation of Diplomas Pres. L. it. Anderson Drews Anderson, Meeks Halladay, Parley Thordcrson College Song Assembly Wm. T. Mathie Benediction Pres. Jas. A. Christenson Benediction ‘ Shirley Ogden Dacca 1 aureate Services On Snow College SUNDAY. MAY 22, 1932 - 2 P. M. On Snow College, On Snow College, Wave our colors high; Choral, Build Thee More Stately Mansions Where e’er the Gold where e’er the White You'll find us there to fight Farewell Chorus Rah! Rah! Rah! Invocation Pres. L. It. Anderson Tales of glory, deeds of valor. Lullaby, Jocelyn” Godard Won with truth and might, We have the team, we have the scheme Jesse L. Young So fight, boys, fight. Baccalaureate Sermon Stephen L. Richards Chorul, Inflammatus (When Thou Comest) Rossini Fight for Snow boys, fight for Snow boys College chorus, solo by Grace Blackham 'Till the victory’s won; Benediction Pres. N. B. Noyes You’re ready, steady, staunch and true That's why we shout for you On Being Although •Finis' be said To what we know of life; We just begin some new phase of our Being. SS. Yo! Ho! Boys. Wave our banners, raise our standards Boosting with our might We have the fame, we'll win this game So fight, boys! Fight! Pago Eleven

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Frosh Evolution Through the Crystal I am just a frcshic (spelled without a capital letter too), but I find that the philosophy of life is just this: getting along with life means getting along with others. I came to school, like other conceited freshmen, with vaulted ideals that would reach to the top of the highest Himalaya. I figured that I was important enough for Ephraim to have the band out to welcome my arrival with trumpet blast and loud hurrah. But fate pushed me down into the group, and when Ephraim's best dog-gey” band of brawling sheep came to greet me. I realized that I was just one of many who were to seek knowledge and train for social efficiency. My first bit of education was on hand shaking. It was then that I learned the two extreme poles of educational theory. My first hand clasp with a faculty member did not possess enough expression” to make a repression, so I was duly initiated into social life by being taught the technique of handshaking. The first two weeks of college life were homesick and hectic ones. Those weeks introduced me to the diagraming of sentences. Among parallelisms, subordinations, comma and period faults, I was lost. I truly believe that old wiseman who said, In the multitude of education, education seems to be forgotten.” Out of all the diagraming. I learned one famous sentence— Tom, the Piper's son. stolcd a porker. Believe me that sentence carries the philosophy of getting along with others, for the person who can laugh at it when the English teacher is using it to demonstrate the important concept of direct object, must apply Shakespeare's definition of tact— Observe the mood, the quality of the person, and the time. Well, enough said for getting along with life in the class of freshman composition. The only other bit of wisdom to remember is That it's a wise student who knows his critic. One can get along with life in more than one way. College and I rambled along together very nicely until, as a prospective pedagog, I struck common branches. When I entered that class. I discovered that the branches of learning had nothing in common with me. In fact, they were very uncommon. Perhaps I had not had enough social life with historical characters in the grade school. I tried using parallel structure to maintain a balance in my mind as to who were the most important men in history. Invariably the balance would not stay, and I would find that I had forgotten to remember on which side of the parallelism Horace Mann stood. I passed successfully through the panics of 37” and 93,” but in the Spanish-Amcrican war, my best neighbor forgot to be sociable to me. He did not let me get alo; g with him, and as a result, I did not get along with others or the test either. Time went on and Freshman Week dawned. Amidst all of the baby dolls and knee-length trousers, I was sure my social efficiency would take a drop. When Mr. Snell suggested the title- The Relation of Scholarship to Freshman Week”—for a composition. I was doubtful of my true social standing, but when he said, What fools ye freshies be,” I worried no longer, for I knew that fools and frcshics went along famously together, especially during Freshman Week. I drew the conclusion that even though I was not studying, I was living Ah- ze year she ess 1931 when I see one large group- one, two, three- one hundred ten in all- what you call 'Frcshics, crowd together in ze hall of Snow College. Ze young things—how awkward, how timid, how what you call 'green —yet how fresh and sweet and hopeful. Ooo, la. laf Such a life is theirs. Zey write their programs for daily routine on ze cards. Zey timidly walk to ze room, compare ze number on the door to ze one on ze card and if zey are not alike, zey pass on to ze next door. Bullies, what you call Sophs, tease and humiliate ze newcomers with their critical glances and muffled laughter. Ah, ha! Zey young things are not to be trampeled upon. The spirit is roused: they forget to be timid and awkward when ze meeting is called for the purpose of electing leaders to guide ze Freshmen through the year. Here zey showed their ability for recognizing valuables. They choose ze noted Dean Peterson for president; Melba Hansen, vice-president; Virginia Isbell, yell master; Dorothy Jessen. forensic manager; Naomi Nordgren. secretary and treasurer. Zey start off with ze bang! Ze work hard in ze classes. Zey keep up ze pace in debate, drama, speech, athletics, music. Zey enter contests and win! Ze teachers write them on the honor rolls. Two Fraulein—Opal and Millie- win ze first and second places in ze what you call 'Hcber J. Grant Oratorical Contest.' Die Hcran Guy L., Lee C.. Dec G., Grant C.. Clark D, Don W., Cliff F.. put Snow on ze map with their accomplishments in ze athletic line. Ze spring, she come, with much laughter, much work. Zey put ze big Freshman Week over with much pomp and display which was made possible by their ideals of clean sportsmanship and cooperation. Ze Freshman competitive program, the best of all the year, zey present on March 18. Oh! Ze originality of that program! Ooo, la, la! Zey show Snow as she was in the past, as she is today, and as she will be in ze future! But what is this spectacle of beauty—Ze Freshman Hop? Oh. oui! Who could forget that dance of royal beauty when the green and the white made ze so bewitching background for ze graceful dancers, ze lovely fillies and ze so handsome gracons! Oui! Zey arc a wonderful class. Zey love Snow and zey work for her. They furnish talent to keep her going forward to build a 'Bigger and Better Snow.’ What you call- Virginia Isbell and Ruby Lewis arc chosen president and activity leader for the Girls' club for ze year 1932-33.” H. Pensif was gazing intently into the mysterious depths of the crystal globe. Now I see- No-No- my vision is gone. I sec no more. Are you satisfy? Oui!” - H. Pensif. with life. Soon time will pass and I'll lose my freshic ways, or at least I am supposed to lose them, for I have to go the way of all flesh and become a sophomore. However, I always want to be true to my freshic color, for green things grow, and they grow together, too. Pago Thirteen