Weber State University - Acorn Yearbook (Ogden, UT)

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AjUVl { -nUL. ' CrtuLs (A 'oV OVqvoVoV o voyo vov ov o VO' a m V - 04 n _ ypv u r 1 ie i ire • � V f ?JV contutue to hed iy l oF pro$re $ e w ld. JTk] I' (Stok.-� ] (j® H 7 «1KE3 ( V Weber State College LIBRARY Weber College The Acorn Archives LD 5893 Call W55 No. A25 1930 THE ACORN A REVIEW OF THE EVENTS OF WEBER COLLEGE FOR THE YEAR - 1929 - 30 Weber College 1930 'uO k_s s T'§OW.. ff I rn ryv-: — i j b Jit Memory of Our Fellow Student RICHARD R. MILLER Cheerleader 1926-27 C o n t e n t s VOL. 26 College Number VII. MV MESSAGE—A Message from Weber College WHO’S WHO— Aaron Ward Tracy—A Biography—fly Jeanette Morrell In Student Body..................................... Faculty ............................................ Board of Education ................................. Alumni ............................................. Board of Trustees................................... Faculty ........................................ Barker Contest ..................................... Grant Contest....................................... Band ........................................ Sophomore Class .................................... Freshman Class ..................................... Orientation in Weber College—By Alice Sorensen . Learning Something About Everything—By Henry Sneddon History in the Making............................... 1% Football Just a Game?—By Oscar Demina .... The Season of 1929 ................................ Learning to Play Together—By Alvin Steed .... Why Weber Debates—By Grant Syphers ..................... Weber Debate Itinerary—A Map—By Harlan Patterson Is Disarmament Practicable?—A Debate—By Blaine Kamsden and Grant Syphers .................................. Training for Leadership—By Margaret Scbmalz Seen From the Other End—(Cartoons)—By Oscar Dewing STORIES— Cottonwoods—By Jeanette Morrell..................... Molly—By Prances Sorensen........................... Red Dress—By Gladys Anderson........................ Aida—By Grant Stratford............................. On Guard—I By Martin Graff.......................... Hunter of the Night—By Oscar Dewing . lo the Business Men from Weber College.................. Patrons ..................................... Appreciation ..................................... Page 5 . 6 7 . 8 8 . 8 8 . 9 9 . 9 9 10 16 . 18 22 . 25 28 . 31 38 . 42 44 . 48 50 . 52 54 . 55 57 . 59 63 . 64 67 . 68 70 Liymnasium strive to equip my students with a breadth of knowledge that will permit them to stand in the center of the universe and determine what they best can do for the welfare of humanity.” My Mission THERE comes to me and my fellow institutions from every hamlet and city in the United States this call. “Send to us citizens of the Republic! In answer I strive to equip my stu- dents with a breadth of knowledge in the physical sciences, in the social sciences, and in the arts that will per- mit them to stand in the center of the universe and to determine what they best can do for the welfare of human- ity. I train them to think by having them deduce from facts truths benefi- cial to their fellows. 1 instill in them high standards and ideals of ethical character. W ith a liberal body of knowledge, the ability to think purposefully, and the possession of high ethical principles they become the embodiment of good citizenship. They are tolerant, self-re- liant. courageous, and independent thinkers. They are strong leaders and intelligent followers. Thev habitually maintain them- selves in good health, in a serviceable vocation, and in choice home relations. They study the problems of life and assume responsibility for faithful citi- zenship. They participate in the body politic and help to create a righteous public opinion. They make sacrifices to hold public offices. They struggle for national well-being by obeying the Constitution and assisting others to obey it. They expose and fight cor- ruption. They see that there is equal economic opportunity and also equal educational opportunity. They strug- gle for national and international good will. They are vital citizens of our Republic. Weber College. - 5 - Aaron Ward Tracy A BIOGRAPHY liy Jeannette Morrell Aaron Ward Tracy, for the past nine years president of Weber College, has labored to establish the Junior College movement in I tali. AARON WARD TRACY. president of the Weber College, is idealized in the hearts of hundreds of students who are making their own way in the world. Ilis deep under- standing of all with whom he comes in con- tact shows him to have traveled just as hard a road as they, if not a much harder one. Many self-made men who have become great are so because, although they have had no opportunities of education, they have been associated with men who influenced or inspir- ed them to make something of themselves. But President Tracy had not even this ad- vantage. When he was very young it was necessary for him to assume the responsibil- ity of earning a living. This took him away from home and into the society of uncultured and sometimes rough people. It would have been so easy for him to lose all his ambition. I lowever. through the habit of prayer, which his mother had taught him and which he never forgot, and through his own innate fineness of character, he rose above those about him. lie put himself through school while he still bore the responsibility of the family. He never allowed himself to be defeated by any obstacle, but fought steadily upward to his present position. The way has been far from easy, but always he has tri- umphed. His success has not made him place him- self on a higher plane than other people, lie has many friends who always turn to him for help or advice. The students for whom he works sense the bond between themselves and him. and entertain toward him a sincere respect. lie devotes his thoughts to the purpose of making others happy, of trying to bring all that is beautiful into the lives of the people in his community. But although he works for others, he is not guided by them. When once convinced that he is right, he stands immovably by his convictions, no matter if he stand alone. Ilis. then, is a nature fitted to make him a friend to everyone, an influence for good wherever he is, an ideal for youth to follow. -6- Who Vhos Is Student Administration lien Griffin. Pres.; Virginia Nicholas, Vice Pres.; Ilyrum Holton, Sec. Hoard of Control: Hvrum Holton. Ployd Parr, Marian Peterson, John Q. Blaylock, lien Griffin, Virginia Nicholas, Keith Corry, Vella Powler, and President Tracy. WHO'S WHO IS FaCUI.TY Monson. Aubry. I linchcliff, Hurst, Stark, Snow, Browning, Croft. Hall, Shaw, Watson. Education °' ;«• Church LZ r:da of Webe 1,1 hf heart. I of Educa- 1 Merrill, Co, Trustees 's WHO MeoLry evcnson anBuren.' ur«n. ,. In Barker Contest Syphers and M. Schmalz, winners. In Grant Contest Afton Terry, winner r.N Band !•'. D. Williams, Conductor, who this year has volunteered his services and has labored without remuneration in the interest of the Weber College Band. William Burdctt, Zora Poulscn, Elea- nor Lake, Clifford Anderson. Anna Taylor, Laura McEntire, Bev- erly Wood. Anthony Colletti, Thomas Craven, Mosiah Holmes. Melba Wood, Ella Hammer. Thurman Ritchie, Agnes Burton Nettie McNeil, Hyrum Holton Dale Schott. Moreen Rich. Evelyn Jones. Harold Tiller. Sylvia Jones. Rose May Hay hew, Maude Johns, Owen Kearns, Gay Gibbs, Dawson Hales. Charlotte McGrath. Blanche Halverson. William Higgs, Helen Budge, Lctitia Wight. Beryl Battice F.arl Pelham, Tura Shaw, Ida Fowles, Alvin Steed. Jessie Christianson, Erma Phillips. Verla Green. Wendell Hubbard. Joseph Janse. Henry Berghout. Lila Peters. Melpha Mar Jar. Ivan Anderson. Pearl Rich. Florence Randall, Edmund O’Connor. V? Howard Tribe, Jennie Brown, Anona Bird, Nat Taggart. Vera Facer, Helen Webb. Dorothy Bushell. Avery Wheelwright, Deleen White. Wayne lligham. Marcella Tracy, l.ouise Arbon. Henry Sneddon, Wanda Rose. Marjorie Wvkes, William Thomas. I Floyd Farr, Dorothy Foulger, Ada Sv Burrup, Ben Griffin. Virginia Nicholas, Dorothy Abbott. I Irene Maloney. I l.cc Cain, Vella Fowler, Dowain Wright. Edythc Mathews, Margaret Devine. Grant Syphers, Evelyn Smith, Annie Wheelwright, Thomas Broadbent. J k Carlvle Doman, Hltamae Thompson, Karma Chadwick, Donovan Engstrom. Fern Borup, Arleen Nelson, Margaret Schmalz. Harlan Patterson, Dilworth Jensen, Blaine Ramsden. Dorothy Robinson, Virginia Chris- tianson. Howard Stallings, Avon Poultcr, Wanda Phillips, Claud Jenson. Hi Top Row, t' 0 right—Ernest Rauzi, Frank Skeen, Le.Mar Stewart, Kenneth Brown, Max Carver, Andrew Isakson, Kenneth Abplanap, Maurice Schoof, Gordon Braun, Eliot Sampson. Second Row—Caleb Shreeves, Keith Corry, Esther Miller, Milton Brown, Ben Yanschaar. Carlye Rich, Carlyle Farr, Monteith Wooley, Frances Soren- sen, Geneva Ritchie, Abbott Grow, George South,. Arthur Manning, Clarice Bell. Fourth Row—Genevieve Who's Who In The Dickson, Dorothy Martin, Mae Irvine, Maurice Berrett, Victor Roylance, Laurel Jones, Blanche Thomas, Helen Doxey. Fifth Row—Lucile Bartlett, Mildred Barker, Evelyn Thompson, Florence Wade, Don Carver. Elman Wood field, Dallas Berrett, Effie Bates, Katherine Bradley. Sixth Row—Wilma Grose, Afton Terry, Jeannette Mor- rell, Louise Emmett. Annie Stallings, Larda Owens, Harriett Wooley, Alice Sorenson. - 16- KEITH CORKY MARIAN PETERSON El IOT SAMPSON President Secretary Vice-President Top Row. left to right—Martin Byrne, Ortell Stalling, Cornelia Scout- Graff, Gerard Klomp. Robert Schatz, en, Lillian McFarlane, Ruth Richey, Ernest Tarran. Oscar Deming, Louis Myrtle Pierce. Fay Anderson. Tifth Warlaumont. August Ahlf. Second Row-—Ethel Christenson. I lelen Miller, Row—Keith Wilson. Sara Phillips, Florence Williams, Elsie Miller. Louise Katherine Thomas, Jay Larson. Jack Hughes. I lelen Poulter. Frances Pur- Norback, Ariel Neilson. irginia Rose, rington. Nan Neilson, Norma Dawson. Third Row— I lelen Nelson. Alta Sixth Row— Elsie W heelwright. Dora Arvae, Marian Peterson, Elizabeth Payne, Edna Maw. Blanche Need. Jones, Bertha Tanner, Norma Wall- Juanita Monson, Marjorie Ridges, work, Alice Lunday, May Skeen, Mil- Agnes Troseth, Verona Wood. Emma dred Weaver. Tourth Row—Alta Argyle, Hazel Allen. - 17- ENGINEERING. BUSINESS. HOME ECONOMICS. GEOLOGY AND CHEMISTRY, FRENCH Orientation In Weber College By Alice Sorensen THE educational system of America was dedicated from the first to the purpose of turning out citizens worthy to live and carry out the ideals of this country. But somehow, it seems, the organization for many years de- feated its own purpose. It enrolled the youth of the country in its schools, it gave them every opportunity to learn, but so concentrated did those efforts become that the young people in attendance were completely shut off from any condition of citizenship. They lived and moved in a world apart from the every-day problems and realities of life as members of a com- munity. state, and nation. Not until the student left school did he make any attempt to adjust to the world out- side of the school building. Then edu- cators began to realize the benefit that might come to the nation if the energy and initiative of youth could be turned directly to a realization of the prob- lems of every-day citizenship. But the traditional universities were too strong- ly entrenched in the fields of scholar- ship and culture to lend themselves to the new idea. Neither did the limita- tion of a vocational school serve. Finally there arose, as an answer to - 18- a widespread demand, the Junior College. One of the great objectives of this new institution has arisen under the name of “Orientation ' As this term has been defined by educators, it means the adjustment of oneself to environ- ment, the selection of a life work, the adjustment of oneself to other people, participation in industry; finding one’s place in life; assuming the burdens and responsibilities of that place. In brief, orientation expresses the real purpose of education, to build citizenry. Weber College, a foremost insti- tution in the revolutionized education- al system, is fulfilling to an admirable extent this principle of orientation. In the first place, the students are urged to select their major field of study when they enter the school. Those who choose the same subjects are then or- ganized into a group, which has as its purpose social and vocational training. A typical organization in Weber this year is the Engineering group, organ- ized with a president and other offi- cers as leaders. Weekly meetings are held in which these engineers enjoy instruction and entertainment. Other organized departments are; geology and chemistry, history and political science, commerce and finance, Eng- lish language and literature; modern languages, biological sciences, educa- tion and psychology, and home eco- nomics. BIOLOGICAI SCIENCES. INGUSH. EDUCATION. SOCIAL SCIENCES. EDUCATION - 19- These departments serve the cause of orientation in a direct wav. They aid the student in choosing his life’s wbfk and in realizing and assuming his place in life. One hears a great deal, especially at the time of graduation, that after school is completed the stu- dent must “go out into the work! and face life in its reality ' But Weber teaches the student to face life now. The idea is to let him take place with his own group as a definite part of the vocational world as early as pos- sible. Then when his training is com- pleted he may go directly to work without blundering his way through the problem of adjustment, without waste of time and energy. But this is not the only way Weber is fulfilling the principle of adjust- ment. It is necessary that citizens should know and understand the prob- lems of the nation and the world. They should be able to discuss those prob- lems and to cooperate in taking active measures toward solving them. For cooperation there must be contact established among the people of the world. In this line of endeavor. Weber College has been outstanding. She has sent her students across the ocean to make friends with another race and has brought members of that race to her own state. She has sent students into thirty-seven states of the union for the express purpose of establishing con- tact and discussing the outstanding problems of the nation. Weber aims to bring about the actual application of the subjects learned through class work and real life, social, political, and industrial. The daily assembly and the various social and group interests: the play- day in Ogden canyon, tennis, gym cir- cus. band, chorus, prom, are activities which help the students adjust to each other and to society in general. Thus Weber has solved the problems of orientation by helping the student to lind himself in life, by helping him to become a leader and thinker in world affairs .a real citizen of his country. X)I.I IC.l- PROMENADE—WEBER CHORUS—WEBER COI.1.EGE BAND—GV.M CIRCUS Pl.AV DAY IN OGDEN CANYON—WERER TI NNIS TEAM — KARMA CHADWICK IT is said that in college a student should “learn something about everything, and everything about something ’ At Weber the student may at least try to learn “everything about something” by majoring in one subject. I le is also given an oppor- tunity to “learn something about everything” by merely attending devo- tional. The student on first entering the de- votional hall receives an impression of peace and quiet. The soft lights, the thick carpets, rich draperies, and the paintings hanging on the walls blend to make a place of beauty. By meet- ing daily in this room the student learns to appreciate simplicity and taste in his surroundings. I'he prelude gives the inspiration of good music. Miss Chadwick, in her choice of selections, gives to the student the masterpieces of great musicians. As these become familiar to him, his lik- ing for good music develops. He is able to appreciate more fully the other musical selections which are brought to devotional for his enjoyment. Through prayer the student contacts with different creeds and ideas. He becomes more tolerant of other people's beliefs and their desire to worship God according to the dictates of their con- science. I le is even given the oppor- tunity, generally against his will, of standing before a group of people and expressing himself in prayer. Religious toleration is also shown in the devo- tional programs; Rev. Hyslop, Pastor of the Church of the Good Shepherd, -22- By Henry Sneddon presents a talk on the life of George Washington, the Catholic viewpoint on marriage and divorce is explained by a student, Margaret DeVine. In this way is built a feeling of helpfulness and co-operation between people of different creeds. The spirit of co-operation is fur- thered still more by friendly competi- tion in athletics, and the resultant pep rallies and devotional programs in the interest of athletics. I lere the student is taught to yell and sing in unison with his fellows. He forgets that he can’t carry a tune and at least tries to make a noise, McKinley is coming and Mai Poina and “Aloha Oe be- come his favorite songs. I hen the big day arrives. McKinley is here! The student is brought on friendly terms with these other Amer- icans who have travelled thousands of miles to play a game with his team. Harry Mau brings a letter of greet- ings from the student body of McKin- ley School, and its principal, Miles E. Carey. “Pop” Kendall, and Neil Blaisdell each express friendship for Weber and hope that athletic relations between the schools may be continued. Tommy Waddoupps. a former Me Kin- lev student, entertains with a song and tells of the feeling which he has for Neil Blaisdell, his old coach, the man whom he loves second only to one— his father. The teams lineup. Winona Love presents each Weber player with that symbol of true friendship, the lei. Then there is a moment of silence as the McKinley captain places on the shoulders of Joe Clapier, representa- tive of Weber, the Kehei-I lulu, a favor of the royalty, thus completing a sacred ceremony which has been ob- -23- served for centuries in Hawaii. The Hawaiian team, led by Winona Love, sings. ‘‘What the Lei Said to Me. Song of the Is- lands and native se- lections. The linger- ing melody of Alo- ha Oc concludes the program. The stu- dent has learned to better understand his brothers of the Is- lands. As the echoes of .Mai Poina die away, the student begins singing Hail to Santa Rosa:” another school is coming for friendly competition. Superintendent Cross and Dean Baily come with the Santa Rosa team. They tell of Junior Colleges on the coast, thus giving the student an insight into the thoughts and problems of another section of his country. Then comes a let-down following the glamour of athletic competition. The Weber Bum is now a familiar char- acter. President Tracy smells an onion in the halls. The student must absorb a little more culture. There are sweeping investigations disclosing wild parties after games. Wild parties at which every one chewed gum and con- sumed at least one milk shake. The student is under a cloud. He must mend his ways. No more milk shakes and chewing gum. or he is on the road to ruin. At last the student sees the error of his conduct. He has his cords cleaned a trifle more often and limits his indulgence to lollypops instead of gum. He has come under the influence of devotional. With this improv- ment in the student's cultural ideals comes also educational de- v e 1 o p m e n t. The major groups furnish programs for devo- tional. The student is given an opportunity to tell others about the subjects he has been studying. The engineering department conducts a mystery act to illustrate common natural phenomena. The trials of being a teacher are told by the educational group. The Lnglish students present extemper- aneous speeches and essays dealing with many problems of modern life. Special programs are also brought to Weber from outside sources. Bur- dette Smith explains the practical side of taxation. He makes the student realize that although taxes may be as inevitable as death, they are not nearly so unpleasant, and that the average citizen gets a greater return for the money which he spends for taxes than from any other expenditure he makes. Through C. C. Sanford of the Lorest Service the student hears of forestry and its value, lie finds that trees which he had before considered only as so much wood or shade have a great deal to do with the water supply, tmiiTiou AT VERER IA11 -24- weather conditions, prevention of erosion. Prof. Jacobsen of the L. A. C. pre- sents the idea that a college education is like a dam which prevents the dis- sipation of energy in the “spring of life.” saving it to be of value in the “drought of later years.” ouy C. W ilson teaches that “Streams and men who follow the lines of least resistance are always crooked.” These special programs not only present to the student many valuable ideas, but tney also give him an incentive to over- come obstacles which stand in the way ol his own success. The debate department, through its activities presents another phase of the devotional program. The student hears Weber debate the disarmament problem with both Williamette Col- lege of Salem. Oregon, and with the I . A. C. W hen Weber debaters re- turn from their trips the student is told about distant schools and of their ideals. National problems take on a new interest to him as he is made more familiar with them . He is getting ideas which will make of him a better citizen. Student business is conducted in de- votional. The student discovers and meets many of the problems he will later face as a citizen. I le learns court History In SEPTEMBER — I n the absence of Pres. Tracy. Prof. Blaylock delivered the welcome address to the students. 19—pres Tracy met with the students in devotional and told of his trip along the old Mormon trail. procedure, nominates new officers, and gives campaign speeches. In short, he becomes familiar with the part played by politics in modern life. Then, too, devotional has its hum- orous side. The student may forget how to integrate the hyperbolic side sinh of X. but he will not lorget tne little Yiddish fairy tales of Jeannette Morrell: Dallas Barret chasing his drum sticks across the stage, much to the consternation of Mr. Williams; or Virginia Nicholas and the other girls with their campaigning for “Rosebud ’ and “Johnny-Jump-up.” when “Ock” was elected “King of the May. Finally the student comes to the last devotional. Testimony meeting, the graduates telling how much they will miss the old school. A song by Lee or Blanche—music, another Yiddish read- ing. and it is all over. Why should that funny lump come into his throat at the thought. “Last time today?” Never again to hear Karma play the prelude or hear Blanche sing “Am I Bluer” Not even to hear Lee sing ““Trees. It will seem funny never to come back again, for this is the last time today. But the devotional has served its purpose. It has given the student that essential part of his educa- tion; it has taught him “something about everything. The Making OCTOBER 1— Castle Murphy, Mrs. Murphy, and little daughter came to teach Hawaiian songs. 2— James I.. Barker contest. Sophomore class represented by Margaret Schmalz, who spoke on ” dvantages of Study- ing Drama,” and Grant Syphers. who spoke on “Advantages of Debating;” Freshman class represented by Kath- erine Thomas who spoke on “Advan- tages of Studying Music,” and Robert Marchel, who spoke on the “Advantages of Studying Law.” The Sophomore class received the decision. 9—Weber County High met with us to practice songs for the Honolulu game. Mr. Churchill sang. 15—Address on concentration given by Dr. House, a Boston educator and lecturer. 25—Honolulu assembly. 29—A dispay of Waldo Migleys paintings and the story of his life by Mrs. Alice Merrill Horne. NOVEMBER 14— An address on the Junior College ques- tion by Supt. Tibbets of the Morgan school. 15— The first appearance of the Weber Col- lege Band. 22—Program presented by the Weber Club from the A. C. advertising their play, “After Annabelle.” 25—Program given as a last tribute to Dick Miller, a former Weber student and the yell leader of ’26-7. 27—Santa Rosa assembly. DECEMBER 4—Football assembly, presided over by Jim Russell, featuring talks by the football players, who presented a gift to “Steve” in appreciation of his work. 11—“Why I Trained;” talk given by Irene Maloney, Norine Rich. Sylvia Jones, FIta Thompson, and Ada Burrup of the educational department. 13—Musical program given by Karma Chadwick, Blanche Heed. William Schmalz, Robert Schatz, and Keith Corry. 18— Program given by the engineering de- partment, presided over by Bob I lodg- son. 19— Program furnished by the History de- partment: “Why the Colonists Defeat- ed the British in the Revolutionary War,” by Mildred Barker; “The Growth of Religious Toleration,” by Afton Terry; and Europe as America Sees It,” by Kenneth Brown. 20— Christmas program, featuring com- munity singing and the story of the birth of Christ by Prof. Blaylock. JANUARY 7—Founders’ Day celebrated. 16—Talk by A1 Warden on basketball. 20—Talk by Burdette Smith, county asses- sor. on the problems of taxation. 24—Winter Sports program. Mr. Bjorne- gard, Mr. Warnick. and Mr. Burke spoke. 28—An address by W. W. I lenderson on the Junior College. FEBRUARY 5— Musical program furnished by the Box Elder High band. 6— Weber College debate team intro- duced. 12—Lincoln’s birthday program. “'The Per- fect Tribute” by Elsie Wheelwright. Music furnished by Miss Millar and Miss Rosevear. -26- 13—Program given by the Prench depart- ment, presided over by Dorothy Ab- bott. A Frenchman, Alto Wangsgard, was introduced. Gladys Anderson sang a French song, and Mrs. Aubry spoke in French. 24—The life of Washington was discussed by Rev. Ilyslop. 27— Mr. Corrall and Mr. Taylor, debaters from Kansas Aggie, were welcomed. MARCH 4—Musical program presented by H. S. boys' chorus. 17—Fxtemporaneous speaking by Annie Stallings on “The Honor System,” Em- ma Argyle on “Gentleman.” Alta Byrne on “Geology,” and Cornelia Schouten on “Art.” 20—Dean Gibby, second place winner in the county school contest, delivered his speech: “Set a Goal.” 28— R. C. Koga, of Honolulu, also Mr. George Cooee and Mr. Baker from Washington State College, were present. APRIL I Weber debated Williamette College of Salem, Oregon. 11--Program presented by the members of the Weber Club of the A. C. 15—Arbor Day address delivered by C. E. Sanford of the Forest Service. 1 — State Examiners were present. Speeches by Pres. Peterson, Supt. Hopkins, and Prof. Jacobson. 28—Musical program furnished by North Junior students. 29—Address: Why Am I Here?” by Guy C. Wilson. MAY 6—Successful student officers were intro- duced: Dowain Wright, president; Alice Sorensen, vice-president; Carlyle Farr, secretary; Stanley Layton, finance manager; Jack Norback, debate man- ager; Dee Jackson, athletic manager. 8— Music week program. A talk on our need for music by Mark Robinson. A musical program by his students. 9— Girls’ Day. The May King elected. (Os- car Deming). 12— A talk on aviation by Ben Van Schaar. 13— A musical program given by Karma Chadwick, Robert Schatz, and William Schmalz. 14— An illustrated lecture on the Book of Mormon, by Caleb Shreeves. 16—Program presented by the Freshman class, with a piano solo by Earl Donald- son, an accordion solo by Mr. Cowles, a reading by Miss Wangsgard, and two vocal solos by Walton Foulger. 20— A vocal duet by Maude Johns and Florence Wade, a solo by Miss Wade, and a talk on the prelude, by Pres. T racy. 21— Address, “Yesterday and Tomorrow,” by Dr. LeRoy E. Cowles. 23—New student body officers take over the government. 29—Last assembly. Testimonials. Year books presented. -27- Bv Oscar Deming Till: flitter, the glamour, the sweeping end runs, smashing off tackle plays, completed and intercepted forward passes, the last minute touchdown that wins the game. Hero worship. Football. Thousands of the best of young Amer- ican manhood participate each fall in this truly grand old game. They find in it a way to expel the energy which in our fore- fathers exhausted by blazing new trails through the wilderness, opening new fron- tiers. Instead of attempting to conquer a wilderness that is no more, to endure hard- ships that no longer exist, college men have turned to the clean hard played game of football as an outlet for these desires. But Weber College players, known throughout the Rockies for leadership on the girdiron have, under the far-sighted leadership of President Aaron W. Tracy, developed a new idea in inter-collegiate re- lations in football, the idea of contacting football teams for the purpose of promot- ing friendship and good will between the two schools participating and the two com- munities represented. Friendly relations, well played games that end with handshakes and congratulations have always been characteristic of Weber. Teams that have journeyed to Ogden from other intermountain schools have been treated as guests; everything by way of hospitality has been shown to make their stay in Ogden a pleasant memory. Weber girls have been partners for the evening for visiting athletes who have been guests of honor at the dance which follows each athletic contest. Enmity has given way to comradeship in many instances where old scores to be settled had existed. Weber teams have in turn been treated cordially and looked upon less as an enemy and more as a body sent to carry the good will of Weber College to each community. President Tracy is a firm believer in the idea that if nations can learn to play to- gether they will be less likely to enter war. So having spread this feeling of good will between neighboring schools, Weber Col- lege under his administration has looked for larger fields to conquer. In 1928 a home and home game with the McKinley school of Honolulu was the result of his foresight and untiring efforts. This seem- ed a gigantic enterprise for a school of some three hundred students. And it was. But as a result thirty-three Weber stu- dents who made the long journey to Hono- lulu gained a new insight into the territory which at times is hardly realized as being a part of the United States, gained a whole- some respect for these islanders and their possessions; warmed to their hospitality, their generosity, their real spirit of love and brotherhood. The McKinley islanders who came to play Weber the return game. Oc- tober. 1929, departed loud in praise of the wonders of the Rocky Mountain country. Now letters from students of the two schools skim back and forth, a warm friend- ly handclasp across the thousands of miles of land and water. Priendly relations, re- lations that promote peace! An incident occurred in Honolulu that I feel is worth mentioning. In the assembly given at the McKinley School on Decem- ber 22. 1928. two ideas were predominant: Christmas and football; the school was giv- ing a program fitting to the spirit of Christmas and at the same time extending an official welcome to the Weber football team. Prom the choir came the strains of Peace on Earth, good will to men. But the students, as the Weber men came down the aisle, were plainly in a football mood. They had talked, thought, slept this day for long weeks. Weber’s coming was the talk of the island. President Tracy was called upon to speak. Sensing the informal spirit of the contest and the more formal, sacred spirit of Christmas, he wove them into one distinct theme: the spirit of peace. • Christmas and football, how they are related, he said, “as the spirit of peace and the spirit of play are related. When nations can learn to play together there will be no more war. Thus to one and all he showed that the spirit of Christmas was the spirit of peace, that by educating the people, leaders of the world were trying to bring world peace; but that it was not until nations had learn- ed to play together that they would really forsake war. It was for this purpose, he explained, that the football team of Weber College had journeyed over mountain tops -29- and ocean waters: to extend a hand ol greeting and good fellowship from the people of the Rocky Mountains, from Utah, to their brethren, their fellow Amer- icans on the island. Santa Rosa Junior College was the next Weber venture. On leaving, the Californians were vowing what a grand reception Weber would receive when they played next year in Santa Rosa, friendships like these among the students of colleges will ripen as they enter business relations between the in- termountain country and the west coast, friendly relations are profitable relations, relations that will knit these communities more closely together as the years go by. So I say Weber College believes football is more than just a game, more than an annual feud to be settled on the gridiron: it is a means for establishing social con- tacts; for breaking down barriers, preju- dices between communities; and promoting good will, friendly relations in the final interest of peace in the world. In Weber because Coach Stevenson teaches his men to play well, hard, and clean; and President Tracy teaches the whole school to carry Weber's good will, her philosophy to other schools, football is finally a character build- er fitting students for life’s battles. . THE SEASON Of 1929 Football at the Wildcat lair in the fall of 1929, excelled all former endeavors in this line. Besides tucking away the Inter-Moun- tain Junior College championship for the seventh consectuive season, Weber spon- sored three intersectional games. With such veterans as Francis Hearn, halfback: Joe Clapier, halfback: Jim Rus- sell, fullback: Owen Wangsgard, guard; and the two last year ends, the fiery headed Elton Knapp and the elongated Wallace Peterson; with Albert Saunders, substitute quarterback from last year, Coach Steven- son had a substantial nucleus from which to build another championship grid team. Several newcomers showed up to advan- tage in the early season practice. Don Chambers, a line man from the Ogden High, and Jim Francis, a hefty fullback, who received all state honors among the high school grid teams last year, won reg- ular berths on the Weber team. Practice started with a will the third of September. By the time school opened there were about twenty men out; a small squad but Coach Stevenson has made Junior Col- lege champions out of fewer men than that. Early in October, Mr. Stevenson depart- ed for Logan with the entire group for a practice game with the U. A. C. freshmen. He wished to see just what his men could do; so practically the entire squad saw and experienced action that afternoon. In the first four minutes of play. Young, a Frosh backfield man, got away for a thirvt-five yard run. This capped with ten yard runs by Budge and Cropley of the Frosh team resulted in a touchdown. Crop- ley placed the ball between the uprights for the extra point. Although Weber did not score, she show- ed tremendous power that needed but pol- ishing to make a real football team. Budge, Moesinger, and Taylor, all former Webei men. played well for the Freshmen. Clapier and Wangsgard were the best bets on the Weber eleven. -30- The following Saturday the squad de- parted for Provo to match wits and flying feet with the powerful B. Y. U. Freshmen. Boasting a team composed of High School All-State men from one end of the line to the other, the Frosh were listed favorites to give the Wildcats a heating. But the Wildcats who fight until everything is over, gave the Cougar Kittens a real battle. Francis Hearn broke loose for a touch- down. but the kittens did one better and made two. The final score was 12-6. Keith Wangsgard. ex-Weber star, who was play- ing for the Frosh, at times seemed to for- get he had left Weber and caught himself running interference for his old team-mates. • October 26th Weber played the second of her home and home games with .McKin- ley of Honolulu. This was played at Lorin Farr Park where over six thousand football fans were in attendance, not counting the hundreds that collected on “Mount .Mo- riah across the river where admittance is free. Spectators were given a novel treat by the drill of the American Legion Drum Corps, the Union Pacific and Ogden High School bands, the impressive flag cere- monies of the two schools, and the exhibi- tion of bare footed punting and drop kick- ing bv two members of the McKinley team. The McKinley team could boast of no less than seven nationalities among its mem- bers. Solomon. “Red Raymond, perhaps the greatest all around athlete ever developed in the Hawaiian Islands was the outstand- ing performer of the day. Time and time again this stocky Islander broke away to give exhibitions of broken field running that brought the spectators to their feet. In the first quarter, end runs and off- tackle smashes placed McKinley on the Weber five yard line. The elusive Raymond sifted through to score, and Nagata placed a perfect drop kick between the crossbars for the extra point. At this stage of the game the McKinley coach rushed ten sub- stitutes into the lineup. In the second quarter the Wildcats seem- ed to find themselves. A long pass from Joe Clapier to Wallace Peterson who over- towered two McKinley players to make the catch, resulted in a gain of fifty yards and put the ball on the McKinley nine yard line. Saunders hit the line twice for no gain. Jim Russell gained two yards, but it was Clapier who smashed and plowed off tackle to score. Weber failed to make the extra point and the remainder of the quar- ter was mainly a punting duel. In the third quarter. Raymond carried the ball on the kick off to Weber's thirty- five yard line. On the next play he dashed thirty-five yard run. This capped with ten the old Weber fight was very much in evidence. The Weber players humped their backs, dug their shoes into the sod and stopped the mighty Red in his tracks for two downs. Nagata likewise w'as stop- ped. but on the fourth and last. Raymond wiggled his way through for a touchdown. Nagata drop kicked to tally for the extra point. Merlon Stevenson anil his Welier men. who have won this year the s e v e n th consecutive rop—WEBI-R IOOTBALI TfcAM. eft to right, top row—Alvin Steed. Jack Doxcv. 1-rncst Tarran. Francis Hearn. Flton Knapp, Wallace Peterson. Don Chambers. David Doxey, August Ahlf, Merlon Stevenson (Coach). Second Rov—Frank Read. Jim Russell. William Hickman, Ray Anderson, Jim l-rahc s. Owen Wangsgard, Albert Saunders. Front Ron Melv.n Chugg, Jay London. Wesley King, L. Stevens. Keola Murphy. Joe Clapier. Second Ron-— Joe Clanier (Captain). Merlon Stevenson Weber's Director of Athletics: Jim Russell (Captain). third Ron■—Middle picture—Kent and Tom. Cheer Leaders. Outside pieturei—F.nroute to Cedar City. Junior College cham- pionship. Left — ,J L‘ Clapier (captain) Right |im Russell (capt.). In the fourth and last quarter Weber opened up with a passing attack. Ing in- tercepted one of Jim Russell's long passes on Weber’s thirty yard line, and on the next play. Dod, McKinley back, raced to the g£ al on a deceptive cut back play. On the kick off Clapier fumbled and Sil- va. who had been playing real football at tackle, recovered the ball for McKinley. Raymond completed a pass to Dod who was stopped by Hearn after carrying the ball twenty yards closer to Weber's goal. Ing hit the line for four yards and Raymond added another touchdown to his credit on the next play. With three minutes left, the Weber team tried desperately to score. Peterson. Web- er’s end. recovered a McKinley fumble to give Weber possession of the ball. Clapier heaved a thirty-five yard pass to Saunders, who leaped high in the air, snatched the ball and set out hot foot for the goal with six McKiney men on his heels. I don’t be- lieve Paddock could have caught Saunders on that run. This completed the scoring and McKinley walked off the field on the long end of a 26 to 12 score. November 2nd, Weber entertained at Lorin Farr Park with another intersectional game. This time with the Montana School of Mines, a four year college from Butte. Montana. Weber entered the game underdogs as seven of the regular players were barred from the game for breaking training rules. The scant dozen students who had faith enough in the men to come out to the game, saw a sadly crippled team scratch and fight their way to a 6-12 victory. Al- bert Saunders tore loose with a fifty-five yard run and was brought to a halt on the Mine's three yard line. From there Russell went over to score. In the second quarter Weber, using pas- ses, end runs and the famous “Stevenson spread,” carried the ball to the Mine’s five yard line. From there Russell bucked his way over. In the fourth quarter the Mines played their best football. Opening up with a series of passes and end runs, they car- ried the ball the length of the field for a touchdown. The game ended with Weber in possession of the ball in mid field. In this game not a single substitution was made. It was the same eleven men who started the game that walked and limped off the field when the game was ended. On November 9, Weber played her first league game at Ogden with Albion Normal College of Idaho. In this game Jim Russell made all of Weber’s points. Four touch- downs and two points were chalked up to him when the game ended. Some say the score was: Jim Russell—26; Albion—19. In the first quarter Saunders cut loose with a forty- five yard run to place the ball on Albion’s ten yard line. From there Russell crossed the goal line to score. Not to be outdone. Clapier sprinted fifty yards on the Stevenson spread to place the ball once more within scoring distance; Russell then tallied another touchdown and booted a drop kick for the extra point. In the sec- ond quarter Knapp was sent off the field for “slugging”; (it looked unintentional to the writer who was close enough to see it all), and Weber was penalized half the length of their goal. Thomas, of Albion made use of this “break to list a touch- down. Line smashes and passes placed Weber in scoring distance in the third quar- ter. Russell traveled nine yards around left end to score, and drop kicked for the extra point. In the fourth quarter Weber was given a man sized scare. Albion opened up a series of passes that swept Weber off her feet long enough for Albion to make two touchdowns. This made the score read 19-20 for Weber. Don Chambers then in- tercepted an Albion pass on Albion’s forty yard line, and Weber pushed down the field to where Russell could register his fourth and last touchdown. -33- m i iriAi s A n DISTINGUISHED VISITORS AT WEBER-SANTA ROSA GAME. AL WARDEN AND and IUS SANTAMSA MEN h aD UNESMON AT WEBER-HONOLUl.t CAME. NEIL BI-AISDEU.. IIROTIII-R. SI PT. cross. DF.AN BAILEY AND DICK BI.UET. Coach. THE TOSS-UP. DICK BLUETT Center ND HIS McKINLEY MEN. WINONA LOVE. — WEBER-HONOLULU GAME The following week, on November 15th, Weber played her second league game with the Branch Aggies at Cedar City. Weber had things just about as she wanted them, and came home on the long end of a 30-0 score. Russell tallied two touchdowns; Saunders. Hearn and Knapp each crossed the goal line once; Joe Clapier. who seems to be Weber’s big gun in mid-field, thrilled the crowd with his open field running. On November 22nd. Weber played her final league game with Ricks College at Rexburg. Idaho. In this game the Steven- son spread worked to perfection; Clapier used it time and time again to make good gains. A pass from Clapier resulted in the first score. In the third quarter Jim Fran- cis pointed his tow head towards the Ricks goal and plowed ahead until he set the ball down inside Rick's goal line. Ricks took the air route in the last quarter, had one touchdown tucked away, and was on the verge of bidding for another when the gun sounded. Wansgaard was the big star on • the line for Weber. Again and again he checked Rick's plays. Thanksgiving Day, November 28th, Web- er locked horns with Santa Rosa Junior College of Santa Rosa, California. This perhaps was one of the most unusual games ever seen in Ogden. Three times during the game the score was tied, and six times the two teams alternated in taking the lead. Although outweighed twenty pounds per man. Weber nut up a fight that made a real thriller out of the game. Santa Rosa used her weight to batter the Weber line to shreds, and Weber in turn used her lighter, faster backfield men to run Santa Rosa ragged. Three minutes after the game started. Russell slipped away for a forty- five yard run to score. Later in the same period Saunders fumbled a Santa Rosa punt, and Woodward, the gigantic 195 pound fullback for Santa Rosa, went through the center of the line to score. In the second quarter Woodward plowed off tackle for Santa Rosa’s second touch- down. Clapier heaved out a thirty yard pass to Saunders, who ran twenty-two yards to tie the score. Soon after. Woodward used his bulk to batter through for another touchdown. It must have been Weber’s turn at scoring, for Hearn broke away and ran fifteen yards to a touchdown. Joe Clapier's toe pushed the ball over the goal post for the extra point. In the third quar- ter Santa Rosa marched down the field on a series of line plays. On Weber’s thirty yard line. Woodward, who seemed to be the -36- entire team, bored through the center of the line and crossed the goal line. The next point was made by the same man. The last quarter was a thrilling climax to the game. Francis Hearn ran forty yards for a touchdown. This tied the score once more and the crowd went wild. Santa Rosa, not to be outdone, pushed Woodward and Forman over the goal for two touchdowns. With but twenty-five seconds left. Joe Cla- pier and Red1' Knapp staged a little play that would be a thriller in any moving pic- ture. Weber was on her own twenty yard line, and Clapier must have put his all into this one play to cap and write finis'’ to his athletic career at Weber. Jack Doxey snap- ped the ball back; Clapier received it. faked a run around the end. raised his arm and sent a beautiful pass high over the heads of the players. Pen. twenty, thirty, over the heads of Santa Rosa's secondary defence, forty, fifty yards it sped, to drop in the eager arms of Red” Knapp, who completed the remaining thirty yards under ful! steam. A typical example of a typical Weber team, fighting to the last second even when victory seems beyond reach Weber lost by a margin of seven points, the score being 38-31; but she won the wholesome respect of the Santa Rosa play- ers. The season was a success from both a financial and an athletic standpoint. The citizens of Ogden were backing Weber to t;ie limit. The school is grateful for their splendid cooperation. There were players on the Wildcat team who seldom received much notice through the papers, but who were nevertheless big c )gs in the 1930 grid team. Wild Bill' Hickman, a substitute end, filled Peterson’s sioes to perfection whenever the occasion demanded. Dave Doxey and Ray Ander- son were handicapped a great part of the teason by injuries, but played bang-up ball whenever they were in the fracas. Jim Francis, who played halfback, seldom had the opportunity to carry the ball, but was an artist in clearing players out of the way of the other ball toters. On defence, he was half a team by himself; when he tackled, the unfortunate individual knew he was tackled!! Joe Clapier did not have his name in the paper this season for scoring touchdowns, but in reality he was the best ground-gainer on the team; for example, in the Santa Rosa game. Clapier did not make a touchdown, but he carried the ball fif- teen times, for an average of over nine yards each time. A man like him is valu- able to any team. In the Weber-McKinley game the punting of Red Knapp and of Jim Russell was of a type that would do credit to any four year college man. On one occasion Red set off a punt that traveled well over sixty yards in the air. before settling into the arms of a McKinley player. Jim Russell, on a quick kick booted one sixty yards, and then it rolled forty yards before being touched. This is one of the longest punts on record in Utah. When the dust had settled from the last league game and the mythical Junior Col- lege all-star teams had been picked, Weber had her share of men in the line-up. On the first team. Jim Russell, whom Al War- den termed “the outstanding Junior Col- lege back of the season.” was placed at the fullback position, and named captain of the first all-star team. Joe Clapier was placed on the first team for the third con- secutive year, while Jack Doxey was given center; Owen Wangsgaard, guard; and El- ton Knapp, end. Five Weber players won berths on the second all-star team. They were: Hick- man. end; Dave Doxey. tackle; Albert Saunders, quarterback; Francis Hearn, half- back: and Jim Francis, fullback. Most of these men were serious contenders for first team honors. Weber men came into print once more on the list of honorable mention. They were: Don Chambers. Melburne Chugg, Jay London. August Ahlf, and Ernie Tar- ran. In fact, there were only two men who were on the squad all year without receiv- ing mention of some sort. I wish to say a word or two here with regard to one of them. Ray Anderson; a gamer, cleaner, harder playing man never graced a Weber uniform. Early in the season he received a shoulder injury that kept him out of the line-ups all during the league season. He entered the Santa Rosa game with his shoulder in a harness, and gave a wonderful exhibition of a first class lineman. He played like a big leaguer, even when every jolt felt as though someone was tearing his arm off. I take off my hat to him, and hope that next year his luck will not run to broken shoulders. This writes finis to the chronicle of football at Weber in 1929. Best wishes to the Weber teams for the future, and good luck to our Coach of coaches, Merlon Stevenson. -37- Learning To Play Together By Alvin Stf.hd Early in December, thirteen hopeful can- B didates for the varsity basketball team began studying the science of the game under that well versed gentleman. Coach Stevenson. Undaunted by the lack of material, the green prospects, together with a few veterans, worked hard in an effort to put out a capable court team. An abbriviated class series, in which about twenty men participated, had given Coach Stevenson something to think about. However, with material seltected. the daily drill was kept up in an effort to condition the players. On the evening of December 13th. ath- letes known as the Evanston Union Pacific team invaded the Weber gym with the in- tent purpose of adding Weber's scalp to their list of victories. This game, although only a preliminary, gave the spectators a real thrill. Weber's three aces, Peterson. Knapp, and Hearn, scored consistently, while Smith. Prince, and Allred were the big stars for the opposing forces. When the furious pace was ended by the final ALVIN STB I: I) whistle, the scoreboard read: Evanston U. P.. 34; Weber, 35. This game knit a close bond of friendship between Ogden and the Evanston Athletic Club, an athletic rela- tion which will continue, no doubt, in the future. Three days later the Wildcats were in another close fracas, the Brigham Young Freshmen forming the opposition. In this battle. Weber's mentor used nine men in an effort to get a line on his prospects. Chambers and London showed up well on the guard line, while Knapp was the prin- ciple scorer. Athough the Kittens led at the half, the injection of Peterson into Weber's line-up brightened matters, and as a consequence another victory was credited to the Weber outfit. Score: B. Y. U. Frosh, 23; Weber, 25. In two practice games with the Fort Douglas Soldiers, the Weber counters gain- ed much more in experience and learned -38- A. RUSSEI. CROFT VVAVNJE B. HAI l:S L ppe;—Weber College Band at Cedar City. Lender—Tournament Outing. to repsect I ncle Sam’s men both as sports and as players. In the first game played at Ogden, the score ended 41 to 24 with Weber at the long end. I'he game at Salt Lake, however, netted a different result, since the soldiers were in a 45-37 triumph. After a series of periodic work-outs over the Christmas Holidays, the Weberites again got back into the harness on the night of January 7. in an effort to repulse a city commercial team known as Jack's Cleaners. Coach Stevenson used his entire squad, composed of Wooley, Peterson, Jenkins Griffin. Bramwell, Knapp, Steed. Cham- bers. Ahlf, Hales, and London, in turning the visitors back to the tune of 49 to 28. With a week’s hard practice tucked away, the Wildcats were ready for their traditional rivals Kicks, on the night of January 17. A crowd was on hand to witness the open- ing league encounter, which promised some hot competition. The half ended 21 to 14 in favor of the northern boys, but with time again renewed, the Weber courtiers went at their task with all of the old time fight. Reynolds and Cordon scored heavily for Ricks, while Hearn and Knapp again dropped ’em thru the ring for Weber. Final result—Ricks, 39; Weber. 30. On the following evening, the second game of the double header was staged. Ricks again used a fine passing attack and played a nice brand of ball to send the Purple and White warriors to a 36 to 24 defeat. Ricks offered a fast, clean, hard fighting aggregation and deserved the vic- tory. Weber was not at all disheartened by the two defeats handed to her by such a team as Ricks offered. l ies of friendship were strengthened with the Capitol City when the Utes sent their Freshmen to Ogden. Saunders and Rose (a former Weberite) together with their team mates played stellar ball to administer to Weber its third consecutive defeat. The University Reserves clearly demonstrated their superiority, and were worthy of the 57 to 25 victory. On January 30th. L. I). S. renewed com- petitive relations with the Ogden institu- tion and gave a very fine account of her- self. Dunford for L. D. S. played a mar- velous scoring game, counting six field goals. In fact, the whole Blue and Gold aggregation played nice ball, but were un- able to cope with the scoring capers of the veterans. Knapp and Hearn. Weber’s team was quite well balanced and so rom- ped away with a 51-25 decision. February 4th saw ten Wildcats and their Coach bound for points north in quest of good will and a higher standing in league competition. After a stop-over at Pocatello, -39- during which time a work-out was held at the Irving Gymnasium, the cavalcade of basketeers continued on to Rexburg. In the first fracas on February 5, Elton Knapp was again on and scored ten baskets from the field. Ilis team mates, full of fight and a desire for friendly revenge, fought val- iantly; but the all-around play of Kicks was a thorn in the way of the Weberites. Result: a close score—a defeat for Weber, 44 to 37. The game played with Ricks on the fol- lowing evening was one of substitutes. Coaches Packer and Stevenson alternated individual players and teams in order to select a winning combination. The Wild- cats changed their method of defense sev- eral times, but were unable to check the precision shots of the Idaho boys. As a result of this game Ricks was four up on Weber. Score: 44-11. After a long trip to American Falls, ten tired players stretched weary limbs and made preparations for an invasion on the camp of Albion. A friendly spirit prevail- ed at the Idaho Normal School and the balmy atmosphere made the Weber repre- sentatives feel quite rejuvenated. Hospi- tality was here, as it was at Rexburg. The game that evening was one of the fastest of the entire season. At half time, the score stood 15 to 13 for Weber. In the second half. Dawson Hales broke through Albion's defense several times for short shots at the basket and helped tuck away the game by a 33 to 30 score. This victory in a way atoned for two defeats while on the northern invasion. The Albion crew was entertained at Og- den on the night of February 15. All en- joyed themselves, inasmuch as each team garnered about the same number of points. Francis Hearn, of the Wildcat squad, tossed in a bucket in the last thirty seconds of play, thus giving Weber a place in the Junior College tournament. Albion played a hard, fast, clean game and surely receiv- ed the respect of all who were present. The Deseret Gym of Salt Lake City was the scene of the last league battle of the basketball campaign. The never-give-up spirit of the Saints was admired by all, but the score at the end of the game spelled defeat for them by a single point. The Weberites played hard for the game and were fortunate in winning from these boys of Pete Couch, by the score of 49 to 50. Having gained a position in the tourna- ment to be held at Cedar City, Coach Stevenson’s athletes settled down to a few intense work-outs before leaving for the south. On February 26, eight Wildcats and their coach arrived in Cedar City to com- pete with the others, namely: Dixie. B. A. C, Ricks. Snow, and Albion. The Ogden boys were housed at El Escalante Hotel and were given accomodation that lent wonder to the occasion. The first night pairings were as follws: Weber vs. Dixie. B. A. C. vs. Ricks. Albion vs. Snow. Dixie, a powerful and favored team played snappy ball to dispose of Weber by a count of 53 to 31. Hearn. Chambers, and Wooley played well for Weber, but Dixie was superior in nearly all departments of play. In the other games B. A. C. was de- feated by Ricks. 37 to 42. while Snow play- ed super basketball to hand Albion a 38 to 34 defeat. In the first game on Friday, February 28. Albion took a thriller from Dixie by a score of 51 to 53. Snow kept her record clear by defeating Ricks 31 to 33. Lee led the Idaho aggregation in this battle by scoring six field goals. At nine o'clock practically every person in the community was on hand to see Branch Aggies turn the Weberites back, and they were rewarded. The former champs put the Wildcats out of the running by turning in a score of 28 to 41. London and Chambers played good ball on the guarding line for Weber, while Knapp was ringing up eight baskets. With a possibility of a tie for four teams, interest was at a fever pitch for the third night’s games. Branch Aggies played -40- perhaps their best ball of the tournament to eliminate Abion; score. 49-50. Weber, anxious to score a victory over the Ricks machine, fought every minute, and with a late rally came within two points of tying the score which ended 44 to 46 for Ricks. In the feature game of the night and the one on which the balance of the tourna- ment hinged. Dixie and Snow mixed on the slippery court. This game had the spectators on their toes throughout the battle until the screen came down with Dixie on the long end of a 45 to 43 score. Result: tournament held over until Mon- day. March 3. Sunday. March 3. was a big day for all of the tournament teams. Citizens of Cedar City joined in taking all of the participants on a trip to Zion National Park. This was indeed a treat, and the memory of green grass, blossoms, geological formations, and the hospitality and friendship will remain for many years in the hearts of all who made the trip. The gathering in the Na- tional Park was in itself well worth the trip to the southern city. Basketball scores were partly forgotten, and all were under the spell of the great out-of-doors, and ol good fellowship. Monday, with Weber and Albion out ol the picture. Ricks. B. A. C. and Dixie en- tered into a furious battle for the gonfalon. After a day of torrid competition the tour- nament ended with the following results . First place—Ricks. Second Place—B. A. C. Third Place—Snow. Thereon Beuhler of Albion, was winner of the Standard-Examiner Award. I learn of Weber won a forward position on the sec- ond all star team. Two other Wildcats. Chambers and Knapp, were given honor- able mention. The last day of the tournament did not actualy spell finis to the colorful meeting. All who participated went away knowing that they had made more friends, and had gained a wholesome respect for the citizens of southern Utah. All of the schools and communities represented were brought clos- er together. In looking over the past basketbal sea- son. one may say that it has been really successful. Much praise is due Coach Merlon Stevenson. W. B. Hales, A. R. Croft, and Wm. G. Barton, who have work- ed diligently for Junior Colege athletics. The players have done well, and Weber is proud of them. Friendships have been made throughout the intermountain country, and a spirit of sportsmanship has been greatly developed. -41 - 9 Why Weber Debates Bv Grant Svphers LGLAND H. MONSON DURING the 1929-1930 school year prescribed in such a manner and the Weber College planned and car- courses are so arranged as to give the ried out a debating schedule which was student a general idea of all subjects at the same time avoiding a technical study of any one subject. In other words, the object of the junior college is to teach and prepare students to live their lives to the best advantage. If such is the case, it logically follows that any study or activity which so aids the student is a decided help in fur- thering the junior college movement. An extensive debating schedule is such In order to support the above statement let us consider just what this debating schedule has done for Weber College. In the first place it has given about thirty students a chance to participate in the debates held. Out of this number, twelve de- baters were selected to represent the school in other states. Eight of these twelve were boys and four girls. To be more specific, Caleb Shreeves and Kent B ram well travelled through the Pacific Northwest; Lee Cain and John Nelson debated in Nevada and Califor- nia; Dorothy F:oulgcr and Alice Soren- sen went as far east as St. Louis; Jay London and Floyd Farr went to Chi- cago; Virginia Nicholas and Dorothy undoubtedly the greatest in the United States, if not the whole world. This schedule included the sending out of six debat- ing teams; making con- tacts and establishing re- lationship with over seven- ty colleges throughout America; visiting about thirty states; and, in general, making a name and gaining a widespread recognition f o r Weber College. In view of this forensic record one would be very safe an activity in maintaining that the accomplish- ments of this schedule alone would be justification for its continuance in future years. I lowever, in carrying out a program of this sort, it is not the sole purpose of Weber College to ad- vertise itself or even to make relation- ships with other schools. Of course, these factors are vital and important, but in a larger sense they are subor- dinated to the bigger thing—the junior college idea, which is, edu- cators tell us, to prepare students in a general way for their future life. Specialized subjects are taught in the senior college, but during the first two years of college work the studies are -42- Abbott journey through the South to Georgia; and finally Grant Syphers and Blaine Ramsden debated in the New England and Middle Atlantic States. These six teams have submit- ted resumes of their indivdual trips and consequently, for the following ac- count I have taken information from these reports. In commenting on these records I shall try to point out just what good results have come from each trip as these results pertain to the junior college movement. The first debating team, composed of Mr. Kent Bramwell and Mr. Caleb Shreeves, left Ogden the night of February 9, 1930. They travelled through the states of Idaho. Oregon, and Washington, covering a distance of about 3000 miles and engaging in nine debates. I shall not go into a detailed dis- cussion of this trip because it would take too long. I Iowever. I do wish to give a list of the school debated and the various successes met by Weber men in each encounter. The schools debated were: Northwest Nazarene College, Nam pa, Idaho; Idaho State College, Cald- well, Idaho; Willamette University, Salem, Oregon; Oregon State College, Corvallis, Oregon; Oregon Normal Col- lege, Monmouth, Oregon; Seattle Pacific College, Seattle, Washington; Bellingham Normal, Bellingham. Washington; Spokane University, Spokane, Washington; Wasnihgton State College, Pullman, Washington. Out of these schools the Weber de- baters were successful in winning five debates, losing two. and engaging in two no-decision contests. Their trip covered a period of twelve days. The trip into the Northwest this year marks the third time that Weber debaters have invaded that territory. It seems that this has greatly added to Weber’s reputation in that district for the boys found every school very friendly to them. To quote from their report, “Invariably,'' they said. We are glad to welcome these men from a school that has in the past sent us such good representatives.’ A further example of friendliness and good will was expressed when Mr. Hitman, who acted as chairman of the debate at Oregon Normal, said, “A school does not exist that Oregon Normal would rather debate than Weber College.” The second tour, through California, was taken by Mr. John Nelson and Mr. Lee Cain. They left Ogden, Sun- day, February 23, 1930, to debate twelve schools—eleven in California and one in Nevada. These schools were; University of Nevada—Reno. Nevada; Sacramento Junior College—Sacramento, California; State Teachers College—Chico, California: Santa Rosa Junior College—San- ta Rosa. California; Taft Junior College— Taft. California; Bakersfield. Junior College —Bakersfield. California; Occidental Col- lege—Los Angeles, California; California In- stitute of Technology—Pasadena, Califor- nia; University of Redlands—Redlands, California; Los Angeles Pacific College— Los Angeles. California; Stanford Univer- sity—Palo Alto. California; College of the Pacific—Stockton, California. -43- Weber Debate f nerarc - Key fo Tour s Grant £ Q s nc A e� v £n ? onc Stotas ...A ce C Dorothy G — Soct i Can fro S to tea Kent £ Ca eS = oc f c A'ort i rcet 'K oy £ y- oy Afort Centro Sto tea ---V'ty’ n £ Gorot iy A. 3oc orn e otoo —Z rr £ So ?rt Co Com o Wrtrf' Co'kf' rOcSf” i-• Afft t Ut.f.t C� ryr MR. NE'LSON and Mr. Cain were suc- cessful in winning four of seven de- cision contests. Rive were no-deci- sion. These men were gone for a period of about three weeks. This trip, according to their report, had a profound effect on them by increasing their appreciation for Weber College. As they said, ‘‘We can honestly and in all sincerity say that of all the schools we have met we would choose Weber . . . . There is one thing in a school which comes from within and not without and that is a spirit of cooperation. Not one school we have met could compare to Weber from this standpoint.” BlAine Ramsden Grani Sycheks Alice Sorensen Dorothy Foulger Kent Bra.mwri i. Caleb Siirbeve On February 25. 1930 the third team left Ogden. This time the travelers were Weber women. Virginia Nicholas and Dorothy Ab- bott. and their journey was to take them through Texas. Louisanna. Mississippi. Alabama. Florida, and Georgia. During the course of their trip, which lasted about four weeks, they debated a total of thirteen colleges and universities. These schools were: Abilene Christian College—Abilene. Tex- as; McMurry College—Abilene. Texas; North Texas State Teachers' College—Den- ton. Texas: Paris Junior College—Paris. Texas; Baylor College—Belton. Texas: Agricultural and Mechanical College- College Station. Texas; State Teachers' College — Nacogdoches, Texas; South Park Junior College — B e a u m out, Texas; Southwestern Louisanna Institute— LaFayette, Louisanna: Georgia State Col- lege—Tifton, Georgia; Brenau College— Gainesville, Georgia; North Georgia Agri- cultural College—Dahlonega. Georgia. Out of the above mentioned twelve de- bates, they won eight. This is really a re- markable record when we consider that all of the contests but two were held with varsity teams of senior colleges and uni- versities. Miss Nicholas and Miss Abbott, in their account, comment very favorably upon Weber College in comparison with the schools which they visited. They say. “If more people could have the opportunity of comparing Weber with other schools they would come to appreciate more and more the wonderful ideals imbedded deep within the institution. They would realize that such a college is a credit to any city Floyd Farr Virginia Nicholas Lee Cain Jay London Dorothy Abbott John Nelson or state. 'I hey would fully appreciate that the continuance of such an institution is worth any price for its maintenance. The fourth trip was taken through the central states, covering territory through Colorado, Kansas, Missouri, and as far east as St. Louis. The debaters again were young ladies—Miss Dorothy Poulger and Miss Alice Sorensen. They left Ogden on February 24 and were gone a little longer than three weeks. During the course of their trip they engaged in nine debates with the following school: 2. A rather unfortunate incident occurred just before they left. Jay London fractured his collar bone while playing basketball at Cedar City, Saturday, March I. However, this injury did not dampen his spirits in the least nor did it stop him from going. It was certainly inspiring to watch how determined he was, in spite of his handi- cap, to go out and represent Weber before the world. V __ Mr. Farr and Mr. London debated eleven times.' They won five, lost three and had three no-decision contests. Sterling College—Sterling, Texas: Friends University—Wichita, Kansas; Southwestern University—Winfield, Kansas; Parsons 1unior College—Parsons, Kansas; Kansas State Teachers’ College—Pittsburgh. Kan- sas; William Jewel College—Liberty, Mis- souri; William Woods College—Fulton. Missouri; Central Wesleyan College—War- renton. Missouri; Ozark Wesleyan College —Carthage, Missouri. Miss Foulgcr and Miss Sorensen were successful in winning four out of five decision debates. From their report I have learned that the dom- inant thing they learned while traveling was that the people of their own commun- ity are as fine a people as can be found. They found also that the people in other states regard the Utahns very highly and are anxious to make contacts—both busi- ness and social—with us. To quote from the report — ‘‘In every case, we were cordially received, royally entertained. We found a sympathetic, appreciative at- Their opponents were: State Teachers College—Gape Girardeau. Missouri: McKendree College—Lebanon, Illinois; St. Viator’s College—Bourbonnais, Illinois; Lake Forest College—Lake Forest, Illinois; Lombard College—Galesburg, Illi- nois; Carthage College—Carthage. Illinois; State Teachers College—Kirksvile, Mis- souri; State Teachers College—Maryville, Missouri: St. Benedict's College—Atchison, Kansas; Kansas Agricultural College— Manhattan. Kansas; State Teachers College —Greeley, Colorado. As an ending for this fifth account, I should like to quote the last paragraph of the report of these two men. In conclud- ing our trip, we felt a responsibility shift from our shoulders, because we fully under- stood what was expected of us when we were given the honor of representing our school in the particular territory to which we were apportioned. Our trip gave us the opportunity of visiting many schools titude toward us and our people............ and seeing just how they are conducted. Where we had expected to find curiosity we found regard and admiration for our ideals and standards. Mr. FloydJfarr a for ajoujcfof tl j uy‘Jav London left a I .Spates on March and also the apportunity of meeting many interesting people. This all helped us in forming our conclusions that the oppor- tunities, aided by the high standards and ideals we have at Weber are not to be sur- passed.” V _ K 1 ■ £ 'V'W - s -46- The final debating tour of the 1929-30 reason began on March 21. 1930. The two debaters were Grant Syphers and Blaine Ramsden, whose schedule took them through the New England and Middle At- lantic States. The schools contacted on this trip were, with the exception of the last, all senior colleges and universities, namely: Ohio Northern University—Ada, Ohio; State Teachers College—Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania; University of New Hamp- shire—Durham. New Hampshire; Connecti- cut Agricultural College—Storrs, Connecti- cut: Temple University—Philadelphia, Pen- nsylvania; Villa Nova College—Villa Nova, Pennsylvania: Potomac State School—Key- ser. West Virginia. Out of these seven debates three were victories for Weber, two were defeats and two were no-decision. This trip into the east was what might be called Weber’s debut into eastern col- legiate activities, and I believe I can safely say it has proved to be very successful. Every school contacted proved to be very courteous and hospitable to the boys, and every one of them expressed its pleasure at being able to be debate representatives ol Weber College. Furthermore, this advent is but the first of cordial relationships which will last for years to come. Each school was more than willing to make arrangements to renew its forensic relations with Weber for the com- ing year. What I have just said of the Eastern schools is also true of every one of the seventy colleges with which we debated during the 1929-1930. Every Weber debater will wholeheartedly say for the schools he debated with that they want to continue relationships with Weber College. And so, through a debating schedule of this kind, Weber College is making a name for itself and for the city and state in which it is located. Not only this but it is giving the young people who attend it the opportunity to take the trips, the oppor- tunity to debate and express themselves publicly. In short, it is training them for their future lives. This brings me back to the idea I ex- pressed at the first of this article: debating and the Junior College idea, the training of young people to live their lives in a better manner. Certainly, it must go undisputed that a student can find no better training than that of public speaking—the putting over ideas in public. Furthermore, where can students find better training in public speaking than in extended debating trips, in meeting all types of people, answering all kinds of arguments, and carrying their message to every conceivable type of aud- ience. Not only this, for there is an incentive for the student to live a clean moral life. The Weber debater must be clean in his thoughts and actions; he must be able to think a question through and arrive at the correct solution. And if he win the further honor of taking a trip in the interest of debating, he will gain not only debating and public speaking experience, but also an educational culture which cannot be attain- ed in any other way. I know that every Weber debater will emphatically say. My debating experiences at Weber constitute one of the greatest and biggest things that has ever come into my life. Thus, by way of conclusion, Weber de- bates because this debating builds high- minded men and women from the students it affects. It gives them training, experi- ence. culture. In short, it aids in teaching them how to live fuller lives. - 47 - Is Disarmament Practicable? A Debate By Blaine Kamsden IF Abel had possessed a club Cain could could not have slain him. On the other hand, if Cain had not possessed a club Abel would not have been killed. This analogy expresses the two different opinions regarding world disarmament. The purpose of the affirmative in a discussion concern- ing complete disarmament of the nations of the earth is to justify the opinions of those who believe that if Cain had not had had a club Abel would not have been slain. But. to simply justify, or to estabish the essential rightness of such an idea is not adequate until the practicability of that ideal is in some way indicated. Before this problem can be discussed, however, it is necessary that the terms which are used in expressing the question be understood. In a question of complete disarmament the factor as to what consti- tutes armaments must be established. Ar- maments are interpreted by most authori- ties to mean those instruments of warfare which are burdensome in time of peace. Knowing what armaments are gives us a tangible aspect to the problem. This be- comes even more concrete when a plan of achieving the goal is suggested. I'he fol- lowing outlined plan is presented because its greatest merit is its practicability: I. An international court of reconcilia- tion and arbitration. A. An international constitution. B. An enforcement arm in the form of an economic boycott. C. An educational program. D. A long time period to accomp- lish its goal. Each provision of this plan definitely aids and assures the ultimate success of the plan. Each is included to take care of such situations as might arise to impair the functioning of the court. An international constitution would safe- guard the just national policies of the states who were members of the court. The function of an international constitution would be similar to the function of the constitution of the United States in its guarantees to the individual states. Substantiating the constitution and en- forcing the decrees of the court, should such procedure become necessary would be the power of the court.—to enact an economic boycott against the offending nation. An educational program is self explana- tory. The purpose of such a program would be to instill the idea of peace with disarm- ament in preference to armament and its hazards of war. Of course it must be realized that it would not be feasible to disarm the world competely over night. The wise solution would be to extend the period of disarm- armaments over several years reducing the armaments of the world each year until the idea of complete disarmament be ac- complished. As a further indication of the feasibility of the plan there is the attitude of the mass of public opinion which has definitely expressed itself in favor of world wide dis- armament. This sentiment is proclaimed by such world leaders as President Hoover. Premier MacDonald, and Chief Justice Hughes. Its echo is heard in the voice of 130.000.(XX) people endorsing the Russian Peace Pan which advocated complete dis- armament. And finally, there is the evidence of a world stirring itself to throw off the yoke of armaments. Such evidence is found in the accumulative treaties outlawing war. limiting naval armaments, and increasing the means of arbitration. Striking examples of such treaties arc the Pact of Paris, sign- ed by the leading nations of the world, re- nouncing war as an instrument of national policy, and the recent London Naval Con- ference limiting the size of the world's existing navies. These events demonstrate the practicabil- ity of complete disarmament. Returning to the question of essential rightness of disarmament we find involved the benefits which the world must receive through the abolition of armaments. Outstanding among these benefits to be attained by a condition of peace is the in- creased opportunity for world peace. A careful analysis reveals how world peace may be aided by a world existing in an unarmed state. By removing the means of waging im- mediate war. arbitration, the only sensible method of settling disputes, would become the accepted practice. A period of delay would be provided between the time of any outbreak between nations and the time when they could actively engage in warfare during which the dispute could be peace- fully settled. Approaching the problem from another angle it is readily seen that a psychology of peace among the citizens of the world would emerge and demand the peaceful settlement of world probems. True, a state of complete disarmament cannot be achieved in a day, but if the amount of time and money now utilized in the construction and maintenance of bur- densome armaments were directed towards a sound practical plan of disarmament, its ultimate success would be assured. -48- In Defense of Armaments A Debate By Grant Sypurrs In supporting the case of armaments I should like to make it clear that I am not in any way advocating war as a means of settling international disputes. Neither am I upholding any system of competitive armaments. 1 might go even further and state that undoubtedly there are defects or disadvantages in any system of arma- ments: but. on the other hand, the same is true of complete disarmament. In this mortal world of ours everything we do is defective. Man has never yet turned out a perfect product in any line of government. Accordingly, if it is shown that a system of armaments has its bad points, can this be any reasonable justifi- cation for disarming completely? Such a step would be folly unless a better plan were provided—a practicable plan. And so. it shall be my purpose to show why the nations of the world should not disarm, be- cause disarmament is an impracticable sub- stitute. In showing the impractability of disarma- ment I maintain that I am also attacking any benefits from the plan which might be presented; for certainly, a plan must be in operation before it can have any good re- sults. Hence the supporter of disarmament must show how the plan can be put into operation or else his arguments are futile. Consider, for a moment, the factors now existing in the world which would make it impracticable to disarm. Scan the general condition of world affairs and it will readily be seen that there are certain governments existing which are very unstable. I'hey have very litte control over their respective countries; they cannot enforce their law’s: in fact, is is a very difficult task for them to remain in authority. Now the problem presents itself. If certain governments are weak and unstable, can they disarm the countries they are attempting to control? Of course, the answer to the above ques- tion is self evident. Disarmament would be a tremendous task for a strong govern- ment such as that of the United States or Great Britain: it would be a human impos- sibility for an unstable government. Suppose that the government of China hould attempt to disarm China. Suppose further, that it did disarm its own forces. What would happen? It would be over- run by the opposition and would no longer be in power. In China today we find that there are two strongly armed factions struggling for supremacy. At present one of them is controlling the government. How- ever. the one in control is not strong enough to suppress the other faction to any degree. The only way the controlling fac- tion can hold its supremacy at present is to maintain arms to subdue the opposition. In the face of these facts, how can China disarm? In a similar way there are other nations in the same predicament as is China. Russia presents a scene of conspiracy, uprisings and political intrigue; the Mexican govern- ment is on a shaky foundation; India pre- sents a very unstable and unorganized gov- ernmental condition; there are at least four governments in the world today which are in such unstable and weakened circum- stances that it would be utterly impossible for them to disarm. Phis condition of instability of govern- ments has, furthermore, a much broader effect than the mere prevention of these governments from disarming. It has a broad economic effect upon practically every great nation of the world. All of the great nations are investor nations; the United States has money in- vested in every foreign country on the globe; so has Hngland, France, and other world powers. A large portion of the for- eign investments of these nations is placed in the unstable countries which I have pre- viously discussed. Therefore, if it is impossible for these unstable nations to disarm, and if the world powers have capital invested in these nations, how will the world powers protect that capital unless they maintain arms in these unorganized nations? And so. it is evident, that in spite of the boasted benefits of disarmament, such a plan is not possible under the existing conditions: and if disarmament is not possible then surely it is futile to talk of its prospective good results. Perhaps in future years the world may become more idealistic than it is at present. Men may free themselves from petty grudges and differences and establish their social life upon a system of love rather than competition. But until that time.disarma- men will be something a little out of human grasp, an ideal to struggle for but not to reach, a dream of paradise for men to think about but not to realize. -49- Training for Leadership in the Community By Margaret Schmalz FNGRAVED on the dramatic standard • of Weber is a history of dramatic in- terest of a depth and color which desig- nates her as one of the community centers from whence, in the near future, productions superior in their sincerity and finish will arise. That dramatic history is the story of the pioneers, of the country they found and settled; of the experiences of their own heart, mind, and body, as they struggled to raise temples to religion and institutions to art and industry. Through their own direct encounter with the vital things of life they acquired in their being, the power to portray life from its greatest sorrows to its purest exultations. These dramatic powers and traditions are the birth-right of those who enter Weber’s doors. To those who enter the fields of play production, the heritage is priceless. In the future, a future just around the corner, Weber will have a dramatic depart- ment that will unite her still more firmly with the community interests. There will be a laboratory of Drama, a Weber Little Theatre wherein students may work out. in detail, their plays. The foremost modern playwrights of the world will become the intimate companions of the group that will gather in the little theatre. 'The plays can go far into the realms of higher drama and bring to local people the realization of Weber's work and ambitions. This year students have been trained in dramatic work who will become leaders. This year's cast have already carried new and productive ideas into the various church organizations and committees, establishing firmer ties between the college and the com- munity. One-act plays were presented before prominent clubs. The three-act play of the year was taken to one of the prominent wards of the city. This play, Square Crooks, was presented before five audiences, the opening performance being the home presentation in the Weber auditorium on December 13, 1929. 'The lead was portrayed by that most capable man, Floyd Farr. His loving but somewhat sarcastic wife was found to be Margaret Schmalz off stage. Elsie and Elman, on the set Larry Scott and Jane Brown, were the young lovers of the production. Pete and “Irish.” that is. Lee Cain and Deleen White as Sergeant Hogan and Mrs. O’Rourke had to be seen and heard to be appreciated. Their blarney and dialect was a bit of old Erin itself. Welch, a snoopy detective, was made into the worst of his kind by the finished char- acterization of the versatile John Nelson. Thomas Craven became the unsuspicious policeman, Clancy. Seeing Margaret DeVine one would never associate her with a colored maid nor ever call her Sorrow, but she played that role. Just one more good char- acterization for Square Crooks. Peary Barker gave us a gunman true to Chicago type—Mike Ross by name. Mrs. Carston. majestically interpreted by Geneva Ritchie, searched for her pearls, found them, and made all of the Square Crooks happy as the curtain closed on another Weber pro- duction. The one-act plays that were pre- sented added to the above list the names of Lila Peters. Verla Green. Torn Broadbent, and Dee Jackson, all talented and all faith- ful to Weber ideals. - 50- SQUARE CROOKS Cast John Nelson Thomas Craven Hlmon Wood field Lee Gain Floyd Farr Peary Barker Elsie Wheelwright Margaret Schmalz Deleen White Geneva Ritchie Margaret DeVine SCUOOL MART THE SwCBtR BUM TAKE!) omciAL possession ___ xor THE COLLEGE I tin c rvijEpi TMt SltVtWSOM IPKIAD.' icon OUT JfcMTA RW.A' AMOMR WWD0WM TOli DCLEEIT. AMD PC ARY [ STAGE STARK DR AHA Ih “SQUARE CROOKS -'J SOMETHING TO SHOOT AT. SE' tMYLAfOACMAnP y liiUiK RAYMOhD TACK'i A CAT HIDE UP TO DRY GOES TO CEDAR CITY BASKET BAIL TLAH flfietEPirif.VOiTRA OHlA- rtv lAtu yoywj rc ooonto to oiti LAiT TALI. BU� YOU Wfftt jAVLO o� i GKtc tiay nw i t fc - jAvtU, TO GROW AfiO V jMAoe r — maybe OUA WAMbr RING bAND RETURNS — bY TUO', AMD TURCE5 SEEM PROM BY THE -52- THE OTHER EMD WEBER BUM DEBATE TEAM ITAVCL� BRAtlWELL AND SHRCEVt'j S Ay BY-BY ACTUAL HELD V KK IB LESTEK PARK HAS DOME MUCH TO KEEP TUC . BOYS IMTEREVTEQ IB EBGiriECRUiQ the FIRST YEAR bOG . the eclipse or the MOOH. made possible by dk hales. VM-j TUE OUTSTAMDiriC� EVENT Of THI YEAR THE WEBER bum ecconcs KIBO or MAV. CR0UI1D HOO t )HE50ui -jtV I PtUCAVO SHADOW Ano wt j or fRtctir ! M0WIM6 HIS vav iriTO MATRIMONY. wOWTME UWb LOOKED TO OWEH KEARMS Ob MIS v r.ooino day -53- Cottonwoods By Jeanette Morrell THE cottonwoods were a dignified pair, one on each side of the path that led from the little bridge to the old white house. A tiny rose bush against the fence at their feet lifted her yellow blossoms shyly before their proud grandeur, but the gay little brook that ran under the bridge knew that the nroud old cottonwoods needed his help to live, and he chuckled at them im- pudently. To the cousins playing on the grassy bank of the brook, the cottonwoods meant noth- ing more than shade. “Kitty,” said the larger of the two, a boy of about six, “ya know, there’s a lot of new baby chicks in the barn.” Oh, let's go see ’em,” squealed the de- lighted youngster, getting up from the ground. They hurried off. and the cottonwoods looked after them kindly. After a bit. Margaret came up from the barn where she had been gathering eggs. Her face was hot and she rubbed her sleeve over it impatiently. “Do you know what those little imps are up to now?” I'm not going to trouble myself guessing, said Barbara, who was leaning against the larger of the two trees by the path, “this heat has curdled my brain.” “Well, they have a great big stove pipe, and they’re rolling those new baby chicks back and forth through it. I never saw their equal. “You’d better worry about something be- sides them. Your eggs will be hard-boiled if you don't take them in.” After Margaret had gone. Barbara giggled a little and settled herself more comfortably against the old tree. She rubbed her hand caressingly over the bark. “What do you think about, all the years you stand here? Why are you here? l each me how to be patient, old tree.” Kitty and “Tom B.” came panting up from the barn and plumped themselves down on her. eager for a romp. “Here, you little ruffians! Can’t you let an innocent person rest a minute?” she smiled at the hot little brown faces whose fun suddenly changed to fear at the sound of a voice behind them. “Katherine!” and the ominous voice was ponderously followed by a stern and mus- cular woman. What were you doing with those little chickens.' “We were des playin’ wif 'em, Mrs. Tur- ner. We didn't hurt 'em.” Mrs. Turner slowly opened her great bony hand, disclosing a downy chicken, quite dead and stained with blood. “Oh. de poor chickie! Who hurted it?” “Katherine, you know who hurt it. Now, you go straight into that house and stay there. And as for you, young Thomas, you’d better go to your mother.’ Shaken by sobs, little Katherine went into the house. “I say, Mrs. Turner, they didn't do that, did they?” “Miss Margaret found it dead under that stove pipe that they were playing with. I suppose it walked under there itself.” She stalked into the house. Barbara followed her thoughtfully, and went up to the bed- room where she found Kitty on the bed, crying as if her heart would break. “Here, kiddikin. you mustn’t cry like that. You’ll make yourself sick.” “I—wish—Mommie ‘ud co-come back from New Yo-erk. I du-don’t like that— old lady to take care of me. Barbie. 1 wou’n’t hurt that little chickie, 1 didn’t mean—” sobs choked her. Barbara rocked her gently until she was quiet. “Listen, honey. Mother’s going to be hom« tomorrow, and then everything will be all right.” “But I don’t want that little chickie to die: he was havin’ fun coastin' in the pipe, and he can’t play up in Heaven. Little chickies don't have any pipes up there.” “Baby, do vou want to see a chickadee's nest with me?” “Uh-huh.” Barbara lifted her and they went down stairs and out to the cottonwoods. Now if you’ll be quiet I 1 hold you up and you look 'way under the leaves and—” I see it! I see it! It's made out of little sticks, and—oooo, Barbie! There’s four eggs in it!” Barbara put her gently down. - 54 - Come on, I’ll tell you a story. She took the baby in her arms and settled herself comfortably against the foot of the stately cottonwood. Once upon a time, there was a little bird— Barbie, can little chickies go to heaven? Barbara smiled and went on with her story until the tired little head drooped against her shoulder and the big blue eyes were closed. She leaned her head against the cottonwood’s rough bark and wondered how the brook could be so disrespectful to the old monarchs. She looked up at the little mother chickadee on her nest, and a feeling of peace came over her. If God made the lovely cottonwood to shelter the chickadee, didn’t He take care of every- thing? Thank you, old tree, murmured Bar- bara. I know now why you're so patient and happy. Suddenly her face lighted. Why of course little chickies can go to Heaven. Molly By Frances Sorensen MOLLY turned over with a heavy sigh. She knew that she would be called any minute now. Every morning at exactly the same time she awakened and lay in the half darkness praying that they would forget to call her. How she dreaded to face another monotonous day in the hot fields. Work! Work! Work! Work! She pulled the blanket close around her face to smother the sob which made her throat and head ache, and waited breathlessly, listening to the sounds below. Her father was building a fire in the kitchen stove now. She closed her eyes tight and hoped that he would take a long time. Now he was moving around in the front room. Then the door opened and, Molly, came in a gruff voice from below. Molly lay very still until the voice came again with a decided increase in volume, Molly! Yes, all right,” she answered in an as- sumed sleepy voice. She felt like jumping up and screaming, Oh, go on and leave me alone. I won't get up. I won't. 1 won't.” A hysterical laugh broke from her lips. At the same time each morning she awakened, waited for the same lusty call, and experienced the same rebellious thoughts: but always in the end she jumped out of bed. dressed hurriedly in overalls and shirt, and hurried out to the barn to help with the milking. This morning she lay a minute longer, but at length, not daring to remain, threw the covers back and slid to the floor. She glanced at herself in the mirror. How she ever kept her complexion so perfect was a miracle. Her hair was dark and it curled lovingly around her sweet oval face which was burned a deep tan from the heat of the sun. Soft brown eyes, which always con- tained a certain shiny light somewhere with- in their depths, fit perfectly with the full red lips and perfect nose. But Molly was in an angry mood. She pulled her hat over her head and gave a disdainful sneer at herself in the mirror. Old farmer’s daugh- ter, she said. With this she turned hastily away, and fearing that she was later than usual, hurried down stairs, found her milk pail and left for the barn. Now that she was up and dressed she felt a trifle better. The air was so velvety and cool. The horrid hot sun was not up yet. Everything was quiet and peaceful. Molly squared her shoulders, lifted her face to the sky and began to whistle softly to her- self. As a rule Molly was a sweet girl, but of late she had become despondent and ill tempered. “Hurry, Molly. That hay has just got to be got in today. I’m afraid it’s goin’ to rain. Oh. curses, Molly muttered under her breath, and out loud, but Dad, it’s too green isn’t it?” “Pretty green, but I daresn’t wait. It sure feels like rain. Molly knew what that meant, hauling green hay on a sultry, blistering day. She hurried, finished milking, and then went to the house for a bite to eat. Oh how Molly longed to stay in the house one day and help with the cooking and sewing. She often pictured in her mind a sunny little kitchen with green plants in the window and a canary twittering in a cage. Often she firmly declared that her girls should never be compelled to work in the fields. When company came her father would pat her on the shoulder and say that Molly could run the farm as well as he could. And it was the truth; there was nothing Molly had not learned to do in the way of work. She smiled, actually sensed a -55- little thrill of pride, and felt like a full grown man. But it was the thought of the other girls of her acquaintance and her sister that always unnerved her. They stayed in the house and helped their mothers with the housework. True, her sister was small and sickly, but at times Molly wished that she were too. I ler father was already hitching the horses to the wagon. She lingered at the table feeling rebellious and angry. She spoke sharply to her sister, and when her mother informed her that her father was ready, the hateful reply was, “Well, what do I care.” But she did hurry, neverthe- less, ami soon was bumping along on the hay rack to get the first load. The day was indeed to be a hot one. All about her seemed stifling heat through which the sun beat down unceasingly. By the time the first load of heavy green hay was in. Molly was extremely tired. “The next load will be drier, her father told her. “See the black couds in the west. Bet it’ll be raining by six o’clock. Cheer up Molly. What’s the matter this time?” Dad, I'm sick of this old farm. I just can't stand it any longer” Molly had be- come brave at last. “That hay’s too heavy and I'm tired. I hate it.” She saw the pained look creep into his eyes. Molly was his choice and had been by his side helping in the fields ever since she was able to walk. She turned hastily away and swinging her- self up on the rack said. Let's hurry and get the rest before it rains.” Clouds gathered quickly and hung low in the sky. They hid the rays of the sun. making it a trifle cooler; but everything was motionless and soundless except for an occasional cry of a killdeer or the snorting of a horse. The last load was on the wag- on and all that remained was to get it into the barn. Molly worked in the barn and her father ran the huge derrick fork which was pulled by one of the horses. She worked fast al- though she was tired, so that they might finish it before it began to rain. There would only be a few more forkfulls now. I ler father pulled the fork down and yelled up to Molly, “Stand back. Molly. I’ll send up an extra big forkfull this time and we’ll keep the rest down to feed to- night. Molly climbed into the farthest corner. The horse seemed to be having a hard time. It started several times and then backed up. “Get a stick and make her go.” she heard her father call. Then the horse lunged forward and the huge fork of hay began to rise slowly, in the air. It went slowly, swinging back and forth. It would reach the track any mom- ent now. Molly experienced a quick sen- sation of dread. Why didn't it hurry and reach the carrier? Then suddnely a ripping, grinding crack, “The cable!” she screamed. It had broken and the hay had not reached the track. Released from the strong support of the cable, it had crashed back upon the wagon. Molly ran to the edge of the hay stack. “Daddy, Daddy,” she moaned, “Oh, Daddy.” How well she knew that he would never have time to get out from under that swift falling fork! She was unable to see the wagon from the stack and now that her father was hurt there was no one to put up a ladder. She tried several places of descent but each one seemed too perilous. Linally in a frenzy of fear she slid reck- lessy down one side. I ler father was nowhere to be seen. Molly forgot everything except her wild desire to get to him. She seized a fork and began pitching the hay off. Already it had begun to rain, but she knew that her daddy was under that heavy fork, buried beneath the hay. At last she found him motionless and white, blood streaming from a gash on one side of his head. She knelt down and put her check against his. “Oh. Daddy, Molly still loves you. Can’t you open your eyes and look at me? She scraped the hay off his body and lifting his head examined the gash. The blood made her sick. But the rain which sud- denly began to pour down washed it away. Molly tried to shield him but it was im- possible. She couldn't leave him now to go for help. She would have to wait unti it stopped raining a little. The rain seem- ed to revive the wounded man. He sud- denly opened his eyes. “Raining, Molly?” he whispered. “Oh, Daddy, you’re not dead! You’re not dead,” she cried. “What happened, Molly?” But Molly could not answer. She covered her father’s body the best she could with hay to pro- tect him from the rain, and lay trembling beside him. It was nearly dark when her exhausted form was lilted carefully in strong arms and her wounded father was gently carried to a large car which rushed them to the house. After her father was pronounced “not seriously injured but would probably be laid up for the rest of the summer,” Molly allowed herself to be put to bed, not before going, however, to her father who had called her to his bedside and said. “Molly, you’ll look after things, won’t you?” Molly had gently kissed his bloodless cheeks. - 56 - Red Dress By Gladys Anderson FROM her chair at the kitchen table. Sally watched her family drink their morning coffee. Her mother, as usual, was as unkempt as her own slovenly care- lessness and the earliness of the morning could make her; her eyes puffy, her skin muddy and sagging from personal neglect. From her mother she turned to her sister who was engaged in banging the coffee pot about the stove in an attempt to pour a third cup of coffee. Sally shuddered slightly; the girl's face was almost a mask of paint, and her hair curled and recurled. “Wash your neck sometime. Nina; we need relief.” “Yeah, sometime. “Teacher ever kick when she notices it? “She's used to it.” “Fver consider surprising her?” “Naw. shock'd hurt ’er. “Well, can you refrain from wearing my clothes like you refrain from washing your neck?” “Never wear ’em.” “Don't again today.” This sharply. Under the light banter of their conversa- tion ran a current of dislike. Sally always experienced a red mist when she beheld her sister in one of her freshly pressed dresses. On the other hand, Nina’s emotion, al- though she was usually the guilty one, was as strong as her sister’s. She held a haired that is peculiar to many people when they find themselves accosted by the righteous fury of their accusers. From her observance Sally turned sud- denly to her watch, noted that it was late, and rose from the table hurriedly. She ran for her hat and pulled its small shapli- ness over her head, powdered her nose, and was almost to the door before her mother’s voice stopped her. “Home early tonight, Sally? Be here to cook? It’s you or Nina—” “Not Nina, dearest; got an important school meeting. Couldn’t miss it. Anyway, could I cook? No. Onion odors get in my hair and stick to my hands. “Then it’s you. Sally. If you won’t, no club for mother. “Oh. you’ll go; you always go. I wanted to get my dress, but a dollar’ll keep it safe another day. “I'll cook.” She looked at Nina, whose eyes appeared interested. “New dress for Sally?’’ “Yes, for Sally.” She slammed the door and ran. barely gaining her car. She found a seat and sank into it wearily. The morning, young as yet, had left her depressed and sullen. Still, weren't all mornings the same? Had she ever been really happy? Her life had known only wranglings over nothings. She remembered the quarrel with Nina that had left them both sullen for weeks. It be- gan when Sally used more than her share of the hot water in the morning. She bore all these things with patience, but nothing in her life equalled what she felt when she discovered Nina had worn her clothes. She even bore her mother’s light-fingerdness more tolerantly. Yes, all things considered, she could find no trait that relieved to any degree, the faults of mother and daughter. Her mother, of course was too large to wear her clothes, the only fact which saved Sally from hating her mother as she hated Nina. She was grateful that her office work kept her from thinking; and she longed for the ride to work in the morning; dread- ed it at night. At any time, riding home- ward. she could not resist thinking about her mother and sister. She knew well she was wrong in allowing herself to hate them as she did. but on occasions similar to the time Nina had worn her little blue pumps and ruined them in the slush, she felt jus- tified for her antipathy. Nearing St. Francis. The conductor’s call interrupted her reverie. Her mind turned to the prospect of her new dress. “Maybe it’ll make him forget the new girl.” I ler heart went cold. To win him back she had banked everything upon the new dress. “Maybe he'll notice that I'm prettier than she,that my hair’s prettier. -n - and that even if I can’t look like a slinky cat, my skin is white and pink and not made that way by a layer of paint.” The conductor’s call startled her a sec- ond time. Then for an instant she closed her eyes. “Dear Lord.” she prayed, “make the new dress help to win him back.” She was happier at home after that, and even tried to ignore Nina’s insolence. She sang when she was working around the house at night, and Nina seeing her thus, welcomed the opportunity for a quarrel. “Saw your boy friend last night with a dame dressed up like a Sheba Queen. What is it? Charles left little Sally in her alley? Naughty boy. Going to take the new lady to the Country Club dance, sister?” “No! Much as it hurts me to inform you, Charles has chosen me to accompany him.” “Oh! Going to give you a little paradise before he settles down with the blonde?” “Get out of here!” Sally's face was livid with rage, and even Nina retreated before her. a little frightened at seeing her sister in this mood. The three of them were silent at break- fast in the morning. That night Sally went for her dress. “I’d like to try it on again before I take it,” she told the modiste. “Yes. certainly, mademoiselle—permit me!” The dress was slipped over her shoul- ders and deftly smoothed and fitted in place by the dressmaker. “Charming.” murmured the woman in all sincerity. “You are a dream.” The lovely flame of soft, clinging chiffon hung gracefuly long in a perfect flare. The waist was ingeniously contrived to resemble two huge triangles fitted into each other. The dress was a miracle in framing her face, enhancing the color of her skin, and contrasting with her dark hair. “I’ll take it now. She removed the dress carefully and laid it in the hands of the modiste, who wrapped it in the sheets of white tissue paper and laid it in a long box. Sally took the box in her arms and left the shop in a dream. “He’ll forget her when he sees me. The dress will make him love me.” At last she found a place safe enough from Nina, safe at least for the two days preceding the dance. On the day of the dance her employer plied her with extra work; a huge stack of circulars that had to be addressed, stamped and mailed before she left the of- fice. She worked feverishly all day in the hope that the extra effort would enable her to leave as early as usual. The pile of letters, however, decreased slowly, and it was seven instead of the usual six o’clock when the last one was out. Home at last after a delay on the car she had barely an hour in which to dress. She bathed quickly, brushed her hair and was ready for fragile underthings and sheer chiffon stockings—She glanced at her watch: eight-thirty. On the top shelf of her closet was the dress. She reached for the box and laid it on her bed. Hope it won’t need to be pressed.” She pulled off the lid. For a moment she stared unbelievingly at the box. The dress was not there; there was nothing in the box—nothing, and though she searched madly, there was nothing in her closet, in Nina's, not even by mistake in her mother's. After a while she went to the telephone. She fumbled through the pages of the book. Hurry! He would be gone. She found his number, called it. and heard his voice. “Charles?” “Yes.” “I’m ill—Can’t go—No, can’t possibly go —Explain later—Can hardy stand here!” She had fallen to the floor without re- placing the receiver. It was dawn before she heard Nina on the porch. She heard her plainly, although Nina was adept at coming in late unde- tected. She was inside the door now. “Open your coat! Open it! Well, like the dress, don’t you? Pretty red color?” Nina wasn’t looking. She had caught the glint of a revolver in her sister’s hand. “What’re you going to do?” she cried wildly. “Sally, put it away! Oh, don't do that to me! Sally! Sally! Sally!” She was on her knees, sobbing. The older girl wrenched her sister to her feet. “I hate—you—like—this!” Red is a pretty color in a dress; but not when it's blood, thick on a threadbare carpet. - 58- Ai By Grant TUE Eureka Lunch Room was the only eating place in Black Hawk that was open after eight o'clock. The Eureka operated on no regular schedule. If the weather was blizzardy, it closed early; if it was Saturday night in spring, after the loggers were back and the roads were good enough for the farmers to come to town, it stayed open until ten o’clock. Gus Schwartz’s wife did the cooking; Gus, toothpick in mouth, took in the money, and, during the busy times, assisted the waitresses, who were Annie Larson and Aida Sparks. Life in Black Hawk to Annie was no end entertaining. There was so much going on; there were so many folks on the street, so many lights from the store windows. It was fun, too, joshing the men who came to the lunch room, saying to them, Go chase yourself,” and Put that in your pipe and smoke it.” Annie Larson had been born and brought up in a mud-thatched cabin on the prairie where there had been no nearest neighbors. Small wonder that to Annie Larson, Black Hawk was New York and Paris. Aida Sparks was different. No one knew much about Aida. She was older than Annie and not so strong, and there were lines around her mouth and eyes one does not see in a country girl. At thirty she was facing nothing, with se'ven dollars in cash, with a gentleman’s platinum watch hidden deep in her bureau drawer, and with a sense of the beauty and bitterness of all existence. Over the counter where Gus Schwartz made change, Aida had tacked a picture. It had been cut from a magazine, and it represented New York in the twilight of a soft winter evening. Like lavender castles of pasteboard the great buildings came out of the dusk. Blurred and yellow gleamed the thousand lights of the city. The pave- ments were lavender white from the snow- da Stratford fall, the tops of cabs were white, and thin lines of white outlined the buildings. It was a moment of unbelievable beauty and softness, a moment exquisite, mysterious, and yet New York. Though it was only a cheap and torn reproduction, it was enough to break the heart of a New Yorker nearly dead of loneliness already. It was the first thing Larry Mitchell raised his eyes to as he sat down at the counter of the Eureka Lunch Room. For a long time he sat with his eyes focused on the picture. He did not move; it seemed as though he hardly breathed; but he drank in every detail of that picture, as the eyes of a returning peas- ant soldier search down the road for the first sign of his village. His face was young, not very strong, but likeable and intelligent. Aida knew that, in spite of the weakness, there showed breeding. I le was not a traveling salesman come up from the city with a line of goods he would display next day in the show-room of the Black Hawk Commercial House. There was something about his clothes that made Aida homesick. 'There was some- thing, too, in the way his eyes had hung on the shabby picture that made something rise in her throat. He was like no one she had seen in Black Hawk. He was one of her own; neither very wise nor very strong, but with a capacity for joy that few can even dream of, and with an equal gift for suffering. After Larry Mitchell had finished his meal, he looked up at the woman before him. Where shall I stay all night?” He pointed to his little pile of smart but shab- by luggage, labeled with his name. ‘You see, I just got in on the train from I Iuntley.” Aida considered a moment. “Oh, the Commercial House, I guess. 'They're both bad enough.” Then after a moment You’re not going to be here long ,are you?” - 59- He shook his head. No. I'm going up to Albia, just north of here, I believe. I've had a farm wished on me. There seems to be no alternative but farming, if I care to eat ’ Aida looked at him a long moment in amazement. Black Hawk was a Paris in comparison with Albia. There is a type of man who can live upon that country, break it. plant it, make it fertile. But the boy before her was not like one of these. Those flat, unfertile acres, with their never- ending ridge of gray hills against the never- ending gray of sky would do something awful to him. Larry Mitchell gathered up the pieces of luggage, put his can on and walked to the doorway. Then he stopped and looked back at the woman by the counter. I wonder —he said; she could see he was embarras- sed. that what he had to say was not easy— I wonder if you would let me have that. His eyes went back to the torn piece of paper on the wall. “I came from that place. he said, that’s home. Aida Sparks took a step toward him. then she stopped. Suddenly he stood be- fore her quite as dim as the lines of that lavendar city. She mustn't cry; she was an idiot. Crying would only hurt him. She would give him the scrap of paper; she would give him anything he wanted, if it were in her power. She wanted now to tell him he mustn't go out into that wil- derness. It would destroy him. kill him; or perhaps it would only make him mad. for it did that to some men. He was so young to her. as he stood there, so weak, so unknowing. Of course he could have that picture. She started to take out the pins that held it; then she stopped. No. she said; You mustn’t take it out there with you. It’s like taking the picture of your sweetheart and knowing all the time that it’s no use to go on hoping. Don't you see, you mustn’t take it up to Albia with you? Just leave it here. It will be waiting for you.” Larry bit his lip and squared his shoul- ders. Perhaps you’re right. I’ll leave it. He stopped a moment. Perhaps it means something to you too.” Aida Sparks smiled again, a little wearily. “ There was a time when 1 couldn't look at it either; but I can now.” Again she smiled, When you get to be my age you toughen.” Larry Mitchell looked at her and smiled. “You’re a bird.” he said. “The Creator should have made more like you. I shouldn't be here now if He had.” He stopped for a moment, then he blundered out of the doorway. Good night,” he said—and he was gone. After Aida had turned out the light in her own room that night, she slipped her hand under the pile of things in the drawer of her bureau, and her fingers touched the beautiful watch of platinum and the slender chain. He had been like that boy this evening, gay and slender and not very strong: and he had loved her. It had been very beautiful, but a very long time ago. The next time Aida saw Larry Mitchell was in August. It was hot that year, and reddish dust lay over everything. The grass for pasturing had dried up early. The wheat looked sore and rusty. It was a gloomy season for farmers—their margin of gain was small enough even in good times. Larry came into town one Saturday and wandered about like a man shorn of every purpose. Long moments he stood silent in front of store windows, his eyes taking in- ventory of the objects displayed for sale. Aida saw him through the rainstreaked windows as he passed the lunch room. She noticed that his color was gray, his cheeks were hollow and around his mouth and eyes had gathered the lines that come to a face that has suddenly become thin. She saw him just for a moment and then he was gone again. That night a dance was being conducted in Black Hawk. Larry strolled down to the Commercial House and looked in at the open window. The dance was in the dining room, where the tables and chairs had been pushed back against the walls. I le stared in until some one saw him and called out, Pay your twenty-five cents -60- and come in yourself. This ain't no the- ater.” Another dance was begun and finish- ed. and still he stood there, lie was faint with weariness, sick with loneliness. His head ached, and there were queer tremors that went up and down his spine. It seemed as though he could not move. I le stepped forward and stopped to look in another window. It was the one nearest the door into the dining room, and just below it stood the table where the gatekeeper sat to collect the tickets and make the change. Sam Barlow, the treasurer, had deserted his post and was busy adjusting a lamp. Nobody noticed the table, by the door, on which the change money stood. It was no trick at all to put in one's hand through the open window. Aida Sparks, coming down the main street after the last customer had been fed at the lunch room, stumbled against a young man at the drug-store corner. With an exclamation she started back. Then she saw who it was she had bumped into. “You! she cried. He looked at her a moment. “I don't know whether it is or not.” There was a queer expression on his face, and his eyes were strange. “Larry—” she came close up to him again and lifted her hand to his cheek—“you’re hot.” she said. “You've got a fever.” A second he crushed her hand against his face, moving it slowly across his eyes. Suddenly he threw back his head and straightened up. “Don't let me make a fool of myself. I've decided to do some- thing. I've made up my mind.” He turned away from her, but she caught him. “Larry, tell me.” she pleaded. “Heaven knows I'm no angel. It’s only mortal to blunder—and be forgiven. It’s only human. Larry—” lie wrenched himself away from her. “Let me go,” he cried. “I'm a fool. I'm no use fussing over. I tell you it's no use. I'm sunk. In a panic he started on a run across the street to the courthouse square, where the farm wagons all were tied. She heard the sound of a horse struck into a gallop. After a while she could hear only faintly the sound of hoofs, and finally not at all. He was sick, she thought, maybe very sick. The next day was Sunday, and Aida’s day off. She did not leave the house until eleven. No one in the lunch room saw her go, and no one in the village. It was the hour when everyone was either in the kit- chen or at service. Aida walked briskly until she came to the Church, l ied to the fence rail at the side stood the shabby row of farm wagons. Aida’s eyes found Olaf Swenson’s. There was no one at all on thi road. Cautiously she walked to the wagon and looked around. Through the open windows of the church she could hear the preacher thunder forth the end of the sermon. Then came the first explosive bellow of the organ. Aida knew this was the last hymn. She must act now. Quickly she climbed over the back wheel of the wagon and lay down flat upon the straw. Then she felt Olaf Swenson get into the wagon, grunt to his horses, and finally back them clumsily into the road. When the wagon slowed down to climb a hill. Aida jumped out. She had seen an adobe hut. standing as abrupt as a wart on a chin, and she knew that this was where Larry Mitchell cooked his food, lit his pipes and escaped in slumber from the misery of each day. On either side of the hut stretch- ed the pasture, dry and blotched with tufted grass and thick leaves of burdock. Aida walked up the path to the doorway. It was a second before her eyes became adjusted to the darkness of the room. The floor was of boards laid on the earth. In one corner stood a chair and table; in another a cook stove, rusty and with one leg broken; in another, underneath a tumbled heap of bedding, was a bed. Aida took a step into the room. She could see now the face that lay gaunt on the uncovered pillow, the eyes closed and the two red spots on the cheeks She went out and got some cold water from the well behind the house. Back in the hovel again, she poured out a cupful of water and carried it to the bedside. “Larry.” -61 - He looked at her a moment curiously, frightened. She slipped her arm under the pillow. Then she held the cup to his lips while he drank from it, lowered his head again gently, and drew her arm back. The head on the pillow turned faintly. ' Don’t go.” She smiled as one does toward a child. “It won't be for long or very far, I just thought 1 might cook you something. It was twilight when she came back. She had been to get milk, cheese, and bread. Back in the cottage she built up the fire arid warmed part of the milk. On a shelf she had found a candle, which she lighted and held above the face of the sleeping boy. Cautiously she touched his forehead with her fingers. It's not fever,” she decided. It’s only hunger and heart- break.” This was a healthful sleep, she knew. She hated to disturb him. Twice she looked at the beautiful platinum watch she had brought out in her hand bag. Finally she took him gently and raised the cup of warm milk to his lips. He drank it gulpingly. “Listen.” she said finally, you’re going away from here. You’re going back East; where you and I both came from—back home. You’re going back tonight. In two days you will be there; you will smell the wind that comes off the harbor and see tfie gray wings of gulls. She stopped a moment, and her eyes stared out through the open door across the prairie. I don’t care what you've done; I don’t care much what you do. But I can’t see you suffer. Tonight at nine o’clock the flyer comes through Albia. It slows down at the bridge. You can get aboard, and tomorrow you can get a train for Duluth.” A long moment he watched her in silence. You’re crazy.” Yes, I am. But I know what I'm doing. And now it's time we were starting.” She helped him get up and make himself presentable. Almost like some one hypno- tized he followed her. Then she made some bread and cheese sandwiches and ordered him to drink the rest of the milk. In the moonlight they followed the road toward the bridge where the flyer slowed down. Her will alone seemed to carry him. He did not even stumble. At the bridge they stopped. The train was not in sight yet. “Listen.” she said, this is your ticket. She pressed a piece of paper into his hand and something thin and hard and shiny. Five dollars,” she said, “and—this watch. You can raise enough on it in Duluth for a ticket East—and then some. When you get to New York it’s up to you. I can't help you. But you’ve got a chance there.” A long time he looked down at her in the moonlight. She was almost pretty then; all the hard lines were gone, and the weari- ness. Why are you doing this for me?” he asked. It’s silly.” she said. “For a memory. He was like you. His family sent him to sea. and the night he left he gave me this.” I ler finger touched the watch he was hold- ing. It was all that he had.” Down the rails shot the first gleaming spears from the engine and the thunder of wheels sounded like a battery of cannon. They gripped each other's hands with the fierceness of parting. It's all even now.” she said, or as even as things come in this world.” Aida,” he cried, I’m not worth it.” Yes, you are.” she said; anyway, I don’t care. And then he was gone. A long time Aida Sparks stood by the track where the train moved eastward. She was alone and a long way from home. She was penniless, but she was at peace. Some way she would have to restore the money that Larry had stolen. Somehow she would have to invent a plausible story. But all that did not matter now. The boy she had rescued would be happy. I le would fit some day into a niche where his talents would serve him and his fellows. But it was some one else Aida Sparks had sent back this night. She had sent back the boy who had kissed her goodby on a hot night in August before his boat sailed for Rio. He had worn a sailor’s cap and middy. He was shipped as a common seaman on a dirty frigate for Rio, and his eyes had look- ed like the boy’s she had sent back to life this evening. Yes, I did it for you.” she whispered. It was crazy, but I did it for you. -62 On Guard By Martin Graff I'VE done some dirty diggin', and I’ve toted some heavy loads. I’ve marched for many miles on slimy, muddy roads, I’ve loaded trucks and chopped up wood, and thought it mighty hard, But I'd sooner do them all at once than have to go on guard. By Shrgfant H. J. Watson. It was one of those bitter wintry nights; his backbone was all a-chill. Harold Wat- son had been routed out of bed to go on guard. It wasn’t the loss of the treasured ‘shut-eye’ he regretted, because he had be- come accustomed to that in these days of strife. But he knew within his soul that there was nothing quite so hard as to go on guard. I le knew what it meant—being out alone at night; it meant walking up and down the trerch,, not speaking a word to anyone until the sergeant came around. It meant time to think, meditation. This was what Harold Watson disliked, being melan- choly. It was cold. He was shaking like jelly and his feet were dead as stones. There were intermittent pools of filthy water on the trench floor. What a difference from the old days. His mind wandered back to Dartmouth. The big game; how he remembered it. The score was tied, one minute to play, the big crowd was hysterical. The ball was snapped, and the halfback broke loose. On he flew with the wings of a comet. He tried vainly to cover the cold white chalk lines which meant so much to his hopeful team. His legs pounded as his slender hips swayed and twisted behind perfect interfer- ence that had taken months of dreary prac- tice to perfect. He was through the line, through the narrow holes which his inter- ference had opened. He was now in the open; there was the opposing quarterback to stop him. He had no interference now; he must fight it out alone with the opposing back. Twenty yards to go—ten, and the opponent in hot pur- suit as he fairly flew to save his team from defeat. The five yard line! All hoping, praying, or cursing the gods of Luck as the quarterback dove at the flying hips of the ball-carrier, and with a mighty drive that carried both men several feet away with the impact, he threw his man; the ball-carrier was down, he crawled in an attempt to score. The hundred and eighty pound quar- terback fell on the man with the ball, but the ball was over, the game was ended. 1 low clearly he now saw it, the big dance, he the college hero. I low vividly he re- membered meeting Randolph Johnson, the stock broker. His acceptance of the posi- tion as bond salesman. But he had failed as he had in several other jobs which he had tried. Truly he was a success on the gridiron; but how he could play that game —football. I low happy he was when given the position as head coach at Boston Uni- versity. 1 le remembered his chagrin at being dis- charged for subsidizing, buying football ma- terial. It had been a raw deal; the alumni had bought those players, he hadn't known a thing about it. Still he was discharged. It was unexplainable. Then came the war. Snap! what was that! Just his imagina- tion he thought; still he had better keep awake; the Huns might pull something. It would be just like them to start a scrap on a bum night like this; but then, this was war! What was that he heard, voices? Sure enough! He must sound the gong, the empty shell case hung up to warn the sleeping soldiers against midnight attacks. I le turned, hesitated, startled at the burly German soldiers who blocked the way to the signal gong. Instantly he thought of -63- the sleeping soldiers who would be killed while asleep. He must act quickly. A shot from his rifle would awaken the sergeant of the guard. As he tried to throw the bolt on the gun it was knocked out of his hands by the trench knife of the first German who blocked the passage. Watson came to grips with the man : he was a strong fellow, what a tackle he would have made on some university team! As the trench was nar- row the other two Huns could not get into the fray. The three Germans had been sent out in advance of the raiding party, tj cut the wire; and get rid of the opposing sentry. The husky German was wearing on the young American's strength: it couldn't last much longer: he was nearly spent. Watson shot a short jab to the ribs of the enemy, who momentarily loosened his grasp. This was enough for Watson, who brought his trench knife upward and dealt the death blow; but not before he received a severe cut on his right side. For an instant he was nauseated, he al- most fainted. He must go on! len yards to go! He must score, where was his inter- ference? They had left him; he must fight it out alone. Desperately he stiff-armed the next man; it really wasn’t a stiff-arm, but a sudden thrust with his knife. Now he was through the line; only one man left. He charged straight for the opposing man. He gained several feet, but received in ex- change two short jabs in the back. He was blinded now. He couldn't go on, but he must. I lis team, his college, he must score. One last effort! He must hit this man low- down. greater push. He swung his arm; he was through! He rang the gong! He had scored; again he was the hero! When they found his body, it was filled just full of holes. They wrapped him in a blanket, and buried him where he fell, in a shallow German shell hole. A Hunter of the Night By Oscar Deming THE last lingering rays of the late sum- mer sun touched the crown of OKI Baldy with caressing fingertips, then quietly slid to rest beneath the distant hills. In a shallow cave, one of the many that studded the face of that time worn peak, lay a puma. In the valley below he was hated and feared by the sheep and cattle- met; alike because of the deathly toll he took from their stock when the deep snows of the high Sierras drove him from his usual haunts in search of food. Three winters before he had lost all but two toes on his left hind foot in a trap that had either been forgotten, or else cunningly left alone until all man smell had vanished. Hence, “Old Two Toes, was the name be- stowed on him by the ranchers, from the tell-tale foot marks left around his kills. Old Two Poes, after the last bit of sleep had ceased to fog his brain, lay still, snif- ing inquiringly into the dusk. Seemingly satisfied wi ll what his nose sensed, he pro- ceeded with his evening toilet, which con- sisted of carefully licking his paws and the part of his massive chest that he could reach with his red. rough tongue. This com- pleted. he rose and stretched. I luge, supple muscles rippled and rolled beneath the taw- ny fur. only to bunch and harden as he reached the full length of his stretch. He yawned, a long. lazy cat yawn, displaying teeth that were yellow stained and cruelly sharp. Moving with the unwasted motion of the cat family to the mouth of the cave, he surveyed the vast domain that comprised his hunting grounds. A thousand feet below lay the whispering pines that covered the lower breast of Old Baldy like a verdant blanket. Still farther below lay the grassy upland meadows, natural feeding grounds of those graceful spirits of motion, the black tail deer. Then far below the meadows lay the tiny dots that denoted the dwellings of man. the ranches. -64- Old Two Toes left the cave and picked his way amid the slide of rocks that marked the bottom of the cliff. In the semi-dark- ness he was inconspicuous amid the rocks. I le paused, sniffed the faint breeze that had sprung from nowhere, then carefully tie- toured to avoid contact with a family of skunks that were meandering through the rocks. Experience years before had taught Old Two Toes how futile it was to try to best them in combat; true, with one rake of It's Ion?, curved claws he had wiped life from one of them, but at what cost! Hou he had screamed in pain and clawed madly at the thousand blinding devils that seared his eyes; the suffocating odor had filled his lungs to the breaking point. It had been a lesson well earned. A grey rock rabbit had scudded to safety as the strong cat odor drifted to him. Old Two Toes was after far larger game, but the tiny bundle of fur shivered in the dark' burrow as though the wings of death had flicked it in passing. The big cat entered the inky blackness of the timber. His huge padded feet on the sponge-like cushion of pine needles zn 1 decayed vegetation made no sound to mark his passing. A large horned owl. the grey ghost of the night, flew silently through the haze of trees on his way to the meadows below, where fat. juicy mice, or perhaps an unwary rabbit would fall prey to his raven- ous appetite. A wandering mink, far off his beaten path, after a quick survey of the big cat, darted back into the silence of the night. Old Two Toes paid no heed. Through the underbrush glared two baleful yellow eyes. The puma snarled defiance, and his distant cousin, the bob cat, melted into the dark- ness. Changing his course, the big cat made for a high ridge that swung down the north slope of Old Baldy. It was on these bar- ren ridges that the deer bedded for the night. Free of trees or lesser vegetation, it was an ideal spot to watch or sleep in comparative safety. Shifting around to a point where the breeze would send no warning odor he stealthily made his way up the ridge. The yellow .harvest moon was banked deeply behind dark clouds that cluttered the sky like a herd of black, wooly sheep. The breeze blowing off the ridge carried to his nostrils odors of the deer bedded above him. Warm, meaty odors, that caused the big cat's tail to switch in delightful anticipa- tion. Crouching low, the dirty white of his belly barely clearing the ground, tbie puma work- ed his way upward. The scent was strong in his nostrils now. One false move would send his anticipated meal scattering to the four winds. He edged his way around a large boulder, and in a slight depression he could see the misty grey shapes that de- noted the location of the deer. A few more steps and he would be near enough to spring. But Mother Nature has many queer quirks in her make up. Perhaps she did not deem it the proper time for the big cat to feast. Perhaps she cast more kindly eyes on her unsuspecting children bedded there on the bare ridge top. The breeze shifted for but a moment, carrying to the deer a warning as clear as any noise. Rising to their feet with snorts of fear, they bounded away, eyes bulging with terror, as the big cat, snarling with rage, flung themselves at their flying feet. Baffled and enraged at this unexpected turn o events. Old Two Toes vent his rage in a high, shrill scream that echoed over the ridge like the weird cry of a lost soul. Below, in the willows, a flock of grouse twittered uneasily in their broken sleep, while a ludicrous brown bear stopped his feast of early ripe service berries to cast reflective eyes towards that cry of rage and disappointment. A scant hour before dawn found the big cat miles from the scene of his earlier ad- venture. By a round about trail he had made his way to a spring at the head of a little meadow. It was here the deer came in the early dawn to drink before feeding. Their trails were in abundance. The spring itself, seeped out from under a mossy ledge, and a small pool had formed. Below this point the scant flow of water silently slip- ped away into the ground. -65- It was on top of this ledge that old Two Toes made his way. Coming in through the dense underbrush at the back of the ledge he avoided making any scent near the spring that would alarm the deer. I le peer- ed over the ledge at the pool a scant dozen feet below, then stretched out to wait. The moon, sifting itself through the clouds, turned the world below into an ex- quisite fairyland of shimmering light and fantastic shadows, then slipped back into the cloak of billowing clouds. Far away on a distant hill came the yip-yippy-yoo-u-o chorus of a coyote family. From an ad- jacent hill came an answering solo, weird, spine-tingling music of the night. The minutes slowly passed. A faint, del- icate tinge of color was forming against the eastern horizon. The coyotes gave a farewell howl and slunk away to hidden re- treats. The big cat. hungry from his ex- tended fast, was watchfully alert. Faint sounds and smells denoted the com- ing of the nimble footed ones. The clatter of a single rock as one carelessly misplaced a foot in coming down the trail, a sharp, sucking sound as another withdrew a foot from the mire below the spring. Dim shapes could be faintly seen. The leader, a wise old veteran ,well schooled in the laws of the hunted, paused below the spring. Mis large ears drew in every sound. His keen, moist nose tested and re-tested every pas- sing breeze. An impatient fawn tried to pass under and was neatly nipped for its pains. I hen slowly the leader stepped forward. Picking his way cautiously, ever ready to whirl and flee at the first suspicious sound or smell. He stopped a few feet away from the spring, ever the watchful one as the others pushed forward to dip daintily into the sweet coldness of the spring. The big cat grew taut, his eyes burned, as he launched himself from the ledge . A blurred, evil shadow of destruction. Panic- stricken. the herd scattered. Driving away into the semi-darkness on wings of the wind, all but one. Landing flush on a yearling doe. the big cat raked her back with deep blood-giving gashes from his long, curved claws. 11 is yellow teeth cut deeply into the pain-crazed animal’s neck. Almost grounded by the terrific impact, the doe tried frantically to riel itself of the fury on her back. A few short, unsteady steps and she dropped— lifeless. The big cat’s teeth had found a vital spot. At last, belly heavy from the feast, the puma raised its head. It was almost day- light. A porcupine, his face wrinkled like a tired old man’s, lumbered across the meadow. High overhead an early morning songster scattered cheer and welcome to the newborn day. seemingly unaware of the crimson tragedy that had unfolded it- self at the spring. The big cat licked a blood stained paw. sniffed at the fresh morning air. then rising, bounded heavily away for the protecting recess of the distant cave. To the Business Men “In the education of its people lies the safety of the home, the state, and the nation. The safety of these insti- tutions lies not in the acquisition of facts during an educational period of life in any institution of learning, but in the skill and judgment with which these facts are applied to the individual and community life. The economic, social, and spiritual foundation upon which a community rests determines its safety from political intrigue and social evil in, and foreign, to the com- munit)’. Then the factors which supply this foundation to life's securities are the most essential elements in the de- velopment of man. Second only to the guidance of Diety is the school system as an educational scheme for the progress of man. All schools and particularly the higher in- stitutions, furnish man a working tool with which he can develop every phase of his life while in peace, and defend those things which are sacred to him, when in jeopardy. Then anything which makes possible higher education and broader social contacts is a force for good, the value of which cannot be measured by any standard. Weber College has ventured far in an athletic and forensic way. These two methods of education are two of the finest possible. They furnish social contact which is the basis of civiliza- tion. In this way, as a higher institu- tion of learning, Weber has been very successful in educating the people of its own and other communities to live life in its fullest way. One of the great contributing factors in the success of this extensive educa- tional program has been the united support and encouragement from the business men of Ogden. It has been said that no community can rise above the type of educational institutions it fosters. Ogden’s leaders of commerce have recognized this truth, and have done all in their power to aid Weber College in carrying out the educational program it has at- tempted. So if Ogden develops, in a cultural as well as a material way, it will be due, in a large way, to the business leaders of the city. As an institution established and dedicated to the uplifting of com- munity life, Weber College wishes to sincerely thank all those in the com- munit)’ who have helped in the strug- gle to attain this ideal. —Weber College. Our Patrons M. CHARLES WOODS A rcbitect Eccles Building J. C. PENNY CO. 2275 Washington Avenue K. BACKMAN SON lumbers ANDERSON JEWELRY CO. 2405 Washington Avenue 2574 Washington Avenue WOLFERS CLOAK SUI T CO. R. 11. BAUMUNK 2420 Washington Avenue Attorney PAINE HURST, INC. Eccles Building 2464 Washington Avenue DR. EDWARD I. 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Read, the director, for her untiring work in supervising the organiza- tion of material for the publication of this book; to Dilworth Jensen, for his unselfish and diligent editing, and to Katherine Bardley and Arleen Nelson, for sacrifice they have made to prepare this book for publication, also Marian Patterson for the making of the map of the Weber Debate Itinerary, and Oscar Deming for his cartoons. Stanley Layton and those who served with him, Kent B ram well and Dowain right, deserve our highest commendation for the efficient manner in which they have, with us, handled the advertisements and subscriptions. Last, but not least, we desire to sincerely express our appreciation to Mr. Hall of the Scoville Printing Company, and to the Paragon Printing Company. To Mr. Wallin and his associates for their untiring efforts, for their spirit of co-operation in publishing this book, and helping us meet our financial problems after so late a start. 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