Weber State University - Acorn Yearbook (Ogden, UT)

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Adios The Class of 1918 has for four years been making a name for itself and dear old Weber but must now say good-bye. From the time we were green little Freshmen, trying to avoid being thrown down coal chutes, having our faces painted green and our hair shaved off, until the present we have had an enjoyable time that we shall not soon forget. Under the leadership of the capable officers we have always chosen we have given parties and trips so original and pleasurable that they will ever be memorable in the school’s history. As in all other branches of study our dramatics excelled. In short, nothing that we have ever attempted has been a failure, due to the fact that every member has given the class his loyal support. We sincerely regret that we are leaving Weber and although our ways may henceforth be divided, we shall always be guided by the influence of our school days. We wish to extend to our school- mates, the Juniors in particulur, our hearty appreciation of their final efforts to make our last days at school a joyous memory to us. It is now our duty to say farewell to our happy school days, for this critical period of the world demands capable men and women. To that end we must fit ourselves, and with this we must bid adieu to our Alma Mater. % % % Ogden, Utah, May 20, 1912. Dear Old Friends: I happened to be visiting this town at the time when the An- nual Commencement exercises of Dear Old Weber were being held and so I made it a point to go and endeavor to awaken a few reminiscences. 1 walked up Twenty-fifth street and on the intersection of Lin- coln avenue I was confronted with a large sign which read: “Chas. II. Linford, Reliable Loan Office, Money to Loan, etc. This was a gentle reminder of Charles’ career as business manager of the 85

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Herald. At Grant and Twenty-fifth 1 met Ellis Barker, all dolled up in white, pushing a chariot. I arrived on Washington avenue and was not surprised when I saw a sign, which read: “Williard Doxey, Manufacturing Optician.” I stepped inside and received a very cordial welcome from the manager himself, who said that Mary, a family of six, and himself, were living prosperously and happily together. That evening I went to the Commencement exercises. They were very interesting because of the fact that many of the graduates were children of the Class of '18. The first was Cyril Brown, Jr., who imparted the knowledge that his father Cy” was peacefully supporting a family of ten on a farm in Hooper. He also said that his Aunt Lucile was teaching school in West Ogden. Mr. and Mrs. Doxey were very enthusiastic in their applause when Mary, Jr., received her reward. Leo Crandall, Jr., then came forward while a crimson blushing pride swept Gyn’s face. Miss Jean Blakely was next honored and was emphatically cheered from the section of the house in which her worthy parents sat. Russell Petty, Jr., was the next name called. He was valedictorian, winner in the Rich contest, president of the Student Body, and the pride of Russ and Joe. After the exercises I talked with him and learned the following: Malcolm Watson, Jr., was all-state guard on Weber’s state championship basketball team. This was the fifteenth state championship Weber had won since 1918. I was about to leave when I found my hand clasped in that of Andy Kasius. We soon began to talk about the old class, wondering where each were, when who should bump into us but 0. F. Beal, Jr., who was doing some social research work, studying the results of a high school education. From him we got a complete history of our old classmates, their whereabouts, circumstances, financial con- ditions, etc. Bertha Barker, Elnora Browning, Mary Ernstrom, Vera Hinck- ley, Dorothy Maw and Lucile Scott were teaching school in the small settlements of Weber county. Gordon Croft was earning S75 per month teaching Boy Scouts in Provo. Melbourne Douglas had married a traveling actress, whom he later ditched, and was last heard of pressing clothes in a tailor shop in Seattle. Ken Weaver was a bartender in Evanston, the only “wet” town in the United States. Bertha Farley fell for a traveling salesman and is living on Fifth avenue in New York City. Art Linford is coach at the Dummies. Douglas Lcishman is running for ambassador to Ger-