Weber State University - Acorn Yearbook (Ogden, UT)

Text from Pages 1 - 56 of the 1951 volume:

J(RIBlLl) -MORN Ctrdiivr LH CM2Jj C.S Staff In This Issue Associate Editors Dorothy Johnson llamae Hansen Janice Herrod Bettie Lyman Art Editor Joan Wheelwright Staff Arm Lund Carol Slater Darlene Powell Elva K. Wardleigh AnnCrary Anne Rasmussen Lorraine Storey Zelda'Jensen Helen Benson Artists Earl Duerdon LaMoine Garsides Dick VanWagoner Dee Gwilliam Photographers Fred Rabe Blaine Gardner Frank Stanger Earl Duerdon Stewart Parker Rulon Scott Grant Schow Bert Hunsaker Howard Call Business Manager Grant Schow Editorial Advisor Helen M. Kelly Art Advisor Farrell Collett Photography Advisor Fred Rabe Business Advisor Talmadge DeLange CLASS PAGE Faculty .................................... 3 Sophomore Class............................. 6 Freshman Class..............................12 EVENTS Sweethearts ................................24 Stepping Out................................26 On the Assembly Line........................28 Royalty at Weber............................30 Time Out....................................31 On Stage ...................................32 Mardi Gras .................................34 Baseball ...................................49 Track ......................................50 Tennis .....................................51 FEATURES Camp Idlers.................................33 Affable Affiliates..........................36 Nocturne ...................................42 Musettes ...................................44 Dorianette Sextet...........................45 Weber’s Stuffed Shirts.................... 46 Fanfare.....................................46 Box Elder Buds..............................46 In Retrospect...............................47 Behind Closed Doors.........................48 SCRIBULUS-ACORN. magazine of contemporary art, photography, and let- ters, published by the ASSOCIATED STUDENTS OF WEBER COLLEGE, Ogden, Utah, Spring 1951 Spring 19 5 1 President H. A. Dixon Glen Alexander Peorl Allred Clair Anderson Mae Welling, Dean of Women C. H. Anderson Jack Atkins Wm. Stratford, Dean of Men Wallace Baddley Harold Bateman -su Km Mary Benson Naomi Bertschi Richard Best Cloye Blaine Betty Bond Neldon Braithwaite Marian Brown Eva Browning Walter Buss Ruth Calton Marilyn Carver Merle Chipman 3 f I 5 i i Robert A. Clarke Farrell Collett Howard Cottell Shirley Corkcy James Dailey Dello Dayton Art De Boer Talmage De Lange Delmar Dickson Vera Dye John Farner Dean Farnsworth leola Farr James Foulger John Goz Ralph Gray E. Carl Green Marva Gregory Wilma Grose Clarisee Hall Victor Hancock Basil Hansen Lyle Hansen Blaine Hartog James B. Harvey Jeanette Hatch Sheldon Hayes Paul Huish Guy Hurst Sarah Jackson Alva Johansen Georgia Johnsen Helen Kelly Howard Knight Melba lehner Cliff Larsen James Me Cormic E. L. Miner Milton Mecham leland Monson 4 How disgusted con you get. What a mess! What a Job! Looks as if Fred Robe and Helen Kelly are about ready to give up. Siajl E. Smith Murphy Walter Neville Mae Ogden J. G. Olsen Lorenzo Peterson Fred Rabe Malno Reichart Elliot Rich Pat Riley Myra Ripplinger Gertie Stallings M. S. Stevenson Alice Swanson Reed Swenson Lou Tillotson Adele Young Orson Young Mae Watson Jerry Wyate Carl White Darrell Williams 5 f i s i f Dean Adams lou Jean Allison Eugene Anderson Jeannene Anderson Pat Andrews Glen Ashby Thelda Baker Carol Barker Marlene Barnett Basil Beech Marilyn Beers Robert Beishline 6 ' Vernon Bell Alice Bennett Helen Benson Mcridene Bingham Dean Bitton Van Blake Grant Blakely Donald Borgmeir Annette Bott Sonny Bray Corma Browning Calvin Brusewitz Ellen Buck Gerald Buller t'oina Burgi Barbara Burmingham Norman Burton Owen Burton Jim Bucher John Bush Harry Butler Marilyn Carr Donald Carson Alvin Carter Janeen Chamberlain Geraldine Chandler Ray Charlesworth Robert Ching June Clifton Jan Cooper Harris Craig Gordon Cox James Cramer Bob Crandall Jack Crossley Shirley Dallinga Andrew Davis Sterling Davis Roy Davis Darrow Dawson Beverly Deamer Lyman Dilworth Don Dinsdale Earl Duerden George Edgington Don Ellis John Elzy Muriel Myers Elzy 7 Charles Empey Yvonne Erickson Phil Evans Janet Farr Bob Favaro La Ray Findlay Keen Firth Helen Fleming Kent Fuller Tom Garner Blaine Gardner Dale Gardner Rex Gardner Joan Garrett Shirley Gigliotti Renee Glover Wayne Graham Jack Gravitt Pat Green Geraldine Grix Stanley Hammon Hamae Hansen Wallace Hansen Roy Hardy Jeff Hart Don Hartvigsen Gaynard Harvey Eldon Hatch Roy Hatch La Van Heninger Janice Herrod Lawrence Higgs Emma Hipwell Marvin Hogensen Clark Holt Bob Hope Marilyn Howard Janice Jacobsen Gerald Jalbert Zelda Jensen Ralph Jeppson Leah Johns Amy Johnson Beverly Johnson Dale Johnson Dorothy Johnson Dione Jones Victor Judy Gayle Julander Charles Kaloni Florene Kapp Sophie Kappos Howard Kendall Eli Keolianui lone King Dick Kingston Helen Knott Barbara Kunzler Rowland Larkin 9 I i Keith Larsen Lynnel Larsen Howard Larsen Richard leader Dale Leatham Dorothy lightfoot Charles Lindquist Jay Livingood Ann Lund Joyce Lundgreen Bettie Lyman Eldon Me Latchic Ardith Me Kay C. M. Me Guire Luanne Me Farland Glen Me Entire Ralph Macfarlane La Mar Madison Henry Malan Janice Malan Kenneth Malan Mary Ann Marchanf William Markham Doris Marsh Lora Lee Marshall Doris Marlin Suzie Mayedo Janice Minler Mae Miya Peggy Mukai Elizabeth Nickolsen Marilyn Okey Pat Olsen Julia Palmer Colleen Parker Carlyle Parker Charles Parker J. Richard Parker Robena Porker Stewart Parker R. J. Pehrson Marilyn Peterson Marvin I. Peterson Jack Porter Roy Parker Gloria Price Darlene Parker Anne Rasmussen Russell Rasmussen Tom Rassmussen Joye Ray Jean P. Read Dan Rhodes Diane Rhodes Joanne Richards Don Ripplinger Vira Beth Robson Carol Ross Joan Roush Ben Rudd n { i i t Robert Schow Charlene Secrist Jay Schneider Merrill Sessions Marilyn Sessions Koy Shupe Dick Slater Georgia Smith Jack Smith Albert Sinone Myrna Sims Rodney Smyth Grover Sparkman Gary Spencer Ben Standing Lowell Steck Martin Steele Loraine Storey Barbara Sullivan Katherine Sugimoto Helen Takasugi Rose Toni Glen Taylor Okado Tcls Dean Thompson � I � ? f Sigma Really has an eye for beauty! Front row left to right: Florence Farr, Mory Ann Merchant, Mar- lene Barnett, Ann Lund, Jeanean Seegmiller; second row, left to right: Annette Bolt, Carma Brown- ing, Marilyn Bowman, Gloria Pratt. I 12 Vern Young Gerald Thompson Richard Thompson Carolyn Torgeson Merle Yophy Jackie Trapp Carolyn Tribe Carol Tullis Pal Turner Dale Udy Jean Van Dyke Gerald Vlaanderen Joanne Walker la Moine Wall Bruce Wallace Sherman Wayment Joyce Wheeler Joan Wheelwright Dean Wiberg Marilyn Wiberg Myrno Wilkes Clarise Jeppson Williams Keith Woodficld Eugene Waters t3 Jack Alberts Alyse Allen Harris Adams Belva Anderson Jarvis Anderson Annette Andelin Everett Anthony Lola May Argyle Ray Arnold Pearl Atwood Mark Ballif Fred Ball Carol Barker Elaine Barker Charlene Barrett Hazel Batchelor Carol Beck Ruth Beishline Larry Bingham Jerry Brett De Von Britenbeker Harvey Brough Doris Brown Anita Bowine Marilyn Bowman Bonnie Bucher Mary Lou Borrows David Buss Howard Call Elizabeth Campbell ( u Billy Childs Keith Clapier Clorene Cliffton Darius Coker Joan Craven Norma Creer Mary Louise Rudder Velma Duke Rulon Dye De Loss Eggleston Zandra Ellsworth Robert Ensign h t Roger Ensign Cora Erickson Niel Evans Duane Farr Florence Farr Wendell Farr Alice Felt - Looks like Sody is about ready to pop! Of course, nothing but Alpha Roe and Sharmea's Col- legiate Promenade could produco this. 15 I I I I I Joyce Ferrell le Gronde Fletcher lucien Foulger Dell Foutz Becky Frost Jerry Furgeson Janice Furlong Jonicc Gole Jeneone Gorner Flora Gardner La Moine Garside Joyce Geary Luanne Goucher Merle Graham Marilyn Green Janet Gourley Dee Gwilliam Tom Hadley Carolyn Hall Grace Ann Hall Dee Handy Donna May Hansen Darrell Hansen Gary Hansen 16 The big moment arrived when Don Riplinger presented next year's Student Body officers: Fred Ball, Carol Barker, Norma Creer and Huge Jacobs. K. S. Hansen Bob Harbertson Treva Harper Ronnie Harris Carl Hassell Barbara Hatch Jerry Hatch Darlene Hawkins Duane Hedin Cheril Heiner Pat Hollcraft Louise Holmes Bert Hunsaker E. L. Hyham Bill Hull Robert Jackson 17 I I Hugh Jacobs Annette Greenwell James Dee Jensen Gerald Jensen Donna Johns Annette Johnson Connie Johnson Ken Johnson Deloris Jones Marilyn Jones Shirley Jones Henry Kafton Kathryn Kay Clara Kelly Valene Kelly Alta Kendall Bonnie Kerr James Kiet Verna Kimber la Rac King Afton Kunz Marilyn lamborn Bob D. Larsen la Mar Lee Feit Charles Lewis Marilyn Lewis Read Lewis David Lindsay Dean Lindsay Don Lockhead Jim Mac Donald Joy McArthur Joan McCune Donald Mclntire Quine McKay Joanne Mclntire 18 Beth Macfarlone Janet Maddock Joyce Maddock John Malouf Madeline Manning Dick Mantle Corene Martin Midori Marumku Hiroki Marumoto - Wotonid Mayeda Carolyn Merril Barbara Miller W f I I I t t Nina Miller Charles Mills Charlene Moore Gerald Moser Stanley Moss Sharen Mumford Louannc Murry Ken Nelson Nadine Nelson Pat Nelson Paul Nelson Richard Nelson Renee Neweschwander Richard Nielson Alico Nye Charles Odd Veloy Odd Ruth Okawa i 20 Tubber Okuda Darwin Orgill Cless Pack Moses Palou Jean Taylor Parker Velma Payne Myrle Perry Donald Peterson Carmen Petty Jo Anne Petty David Phelps Jean Phillips Dean Pierce Lois Poison Rae Jean Poulter Gloria Pratt D. Vaun Quigley Phyllis Randall Bob Rasmussen Belva Rawson Betty Reeder Carolyn Revell Ruth Ann Rhees Dick Richards Edgar Richardson Jeanette Riplinger Bob Robinson Lester Roren Marjorie Roush Roy Rusell Gwen Rushforth Marion Rushton Robert Salmon Corolyn Shaw Grant Schow Jcaneon Seegmiller Robert Sharp Kashi Shiba Joye Ann Shurlleff 2 I i 1 i Gladys Smalley Morse Smith Donna Sneddon Gladys Sorenson Joyce Spanagle Mae Strand Mary Staley Frank Stanger Helen Stark Jeraldine Steffen Marlene Stewart Neil Stewart Gerry Stockham Jim Sullivan Elaine Syme Mannie Takasugi Bertrand Taylor Blaine Taylor Geraldine Taylor Lola Taylor Faye Tozoi Marilyn Thompson Lcnore Thornock Orville Thayne 22 Elaine Timmerman Wayne Venable Carla Vogel Rose Ann Wakaham Barbara Ward Irleen Ward Carol Watkins Doris Weenig Bill West Jean Westenfelder Denece Wheelwright Sandra Weise Arlene Wight Virginia Wilde Bob Williamson I Clive Winters Carla Wood 23 It's a story from Mother Goose that Marilyn Oakey tell her sisters: Cheril Heiner, Gloria Pratt, Marilyn Jones, and Annette Bott. i � i � i i t Congratulating one another arc direc- tors, Roland Parry and E. Carl Green. Members of the cast, Ross Giles, Elden Mclatchie, Marilyn Oakey, Roy Hardy, Phyllis Randall, and Dick Slater, have good reason for those smiles. Exhibiting lightness on their wooden feet are Charles Parker, Sherman Johansen, and Jerry Betf. 24 ! a i looking every inch a queen, Sylvia offers her hand to Prince Franz while the court looks on. “Every lover must meet his fate sings Prince Franz (Roy Hardy) to Sylvia (Marilyn Oakey) who isn't quite certain. They never taught her that at the convent. After two months of preparation, the music department presented Victor Herbert's operetta, Sweethearts” to a capacity audience every one of its four nights' run. The story centers around the laundry of the White Geese where the proprietress, Paula, lives with her seven daughters, one of whom is adopted, little does anyone realize that the adopted daughter, Sylvia, is really the Princess of Zilania. When Sylvia receives a proposal of marriage from Prince Franz, Sylvio accepts only to be able to repay her step-mother for her kindness. Eventually Sylvia decides she really loves Franz and is able to prove it when it is announced that she is really the heir to the throne instead of Prince Franz. I SKULL AND TIKI A tropical isle complete with treasure chest was center of attraction at Skull's and Tiki's dance. Mr. and Mrs. Dean Farnsworth, Doris Martin, and Blaine Gardner look over the golden opportunity. Dancing gave way to dining Ion fish n' chips) at the sophomore class sponsored dinner dance, Harbor Lights. Contemplating food or place cards are Joyce Lundgreen, Veloy Odd, Doris Brown, and Mike Hull. COLLEGIATE PROMENADE At Alpha Rho's and Sharmea's Prom, we danced to some of the dreamiest music of the year, while Janet Gourley and Rex Gardner were presented os Mr. and Miss Collegiate. At right are Veloy Odd, Janet, Dick Salter, Helen Benson, Marilyn Bowman, and Marv Peterson, just after the presentation. t f A ! n LA OIANAEDA In a “Heavenly Daze” at the inter- mision of their dance are Gobs Cherryl Hciner, Joyce Lundgrccn, Afton Kunz, Emma Hipwell, Joan Petty, Phyllis Randall, and Annette Bott. SQUARE DANCERS Square dancing was an unusual inter- mission diversion. Dancers facing camera are: Bob Bieshline, Joyce Hunter, Sterling Davis, and Ruth Biesh- line. SIGMA Miss Weber, Marlene Barnett, displayed lovely face and figure as she was crowned with orchids by Sigma prexy, Joy Moyes. Ann Lund and Gloria Pratt were grinning runners-up. 27 , OTYOKWA Squaws Janet Gourley, Lou Jean Allison, and Ann Lund, dragged out the trusty block leotards for a preview of Otyokwa's as- sembly, not yet presented at publication time. On fflve CHANODO Shaking hayseed and such out of their hair on Chanodo's successful attempts at Show Business' ore Barbara Burn- ingham, Lora Lee Marshall, Beverly Johnson, Marlene Stewart, Donna Johns, Bonnie Bucher, and Alta Ken- dall. SHARMEA Roscs-in-teeth, the Pink Ladies of Sharmea mimicked the Musettes, sang You'll Never Walk Alone, and bowed in the laugh-happy bedlam that en- sued. 28 LA OIANAEOA Gishi dancing girls enthralled lovesick, homesick sailors on the Good Ship L.D. IOTA Lois Poulson and Amy Johnson were comics on lota's assembly. Julia Palmer and Dorothy lightfoot were amused flowers. PHOENIX The Sisters and Joe Stalin proved to be a terrific combination for laughs. 29 Jtaijatt at Wr JANET GOURLEY Miss Collegiate OAHDINU, • Co Z egiofe MARIENE BARNETT Miss Weber Tt me Ou Weber's hearty Co-eds in the women's intra-murols swung the base- boll bat, ran after tennis balls, and gulped down the chlorinated wafer from the swimming pool, taking off just enough time to receive recognition and letters for their 'sports ability at the W.A.A. Banquet. Ready and Wailing This year’s athletic activities were directed by Amy Johnson, president, assisted by Joye Ray, Carol Slater, Bunny Payne, and Jon Cooper. Officers for next year are: Verna Kimber, re- porter; Annette Johnson, president; Elaine Timmerman, intramural man- ager; and Bclva Anderson, secretary. There’s the Gun' The Shop at Sly Corner The entire cost gets into the oct. They are from left: Hugh Jacobs, Loocine Pingrce, Laurence Burton, Renee Glover, Claire Kapple, Jay Livingood, Mary Ellen Bailey, Bill Carter, Amos Sargent, and L. M. Hilton. A top-notch plot of suspense and intrigue supported by a truly capable cast and expert direction and technical supervision gave Og- den audiences a powerful play to rave about during the first week in May. The plot concerns Descius Heiss who is obtensibly a dealer in antiques but who is in actuality a fence for stolen goods. His daughter, Margaret, is his one true happiness and he lives in constant fear of her dis- covering his under-handed actions. As his rough past slowly comes to light, he squirms, murders, and finally commits, unnecessarily, suicide. Author of the thriller is Edward Percy. Morris, a clever jewel thief, tries to make a deal with fence, Dcscius Heiss while sister Mathilda looks on disapprovingly. Robert Grayham, Margaret’s fiance and a prankster at heart, heckles Mrs. Catt about her rheumatism. Margaret and Joan look unconcerned. Speaking of waistlines! Joan Crawford eyes Howard Knight, longingly as he fills a gloss with a tasty but fattening moll. What’ll ya have? Pencil in hand, Alice Felt takes orders for Gay Felt and Neil Ferrell. A forsaken lot! Ann Lund is intrigued with space while it seems Keith Clapier is just intrigued. What's this, Jarvis Anderson studying?? Unconcerned, Jay Moycs reads a copy of the Signpost. Campus cf ers That wandering urge propels those with o lust for relaxation to their veritable rendevous —the Cl With the strains of the current favorite popular tune blaring in the background, students gather between classes, sometimes during classes, and during free hours to amuse themselves. But it's not only students, we remind you, that find their way there. In troop the faculty members also take a leave of absence to relax. They enjoy it os much as the students. A casual group seated in the corner renders an occasional laugh, and some daredevil at the counter orders a double orange, cherry, iron port, lime—um good! The place fairly hops with activity at lunch time. Crowds of hungry students plod in and impatiently yell for service. Amid the chatter and noise, you can hear Lou try to calm them down with one of her famous jokes. If they don't pacify the appetite, nothing will. Memories of the Cl linger long, as proven by the number of old grads who return there to find out all the latest happenings. This home of Campus Idlers is the answer to purchasing school supplies, meeting new friends, forgetting that failed test, drowning your sorrows and above all eating!—anything. You said it! This lively group chatters away about the latest scuttlebut while they enjoy some of that yummy Cl food. 33 MAROI GRAS 34 As an added effort to boost the Stu- dent Union fund, a carnival-dance, the Mardi Gras, was presented in the White City Ballroom. The board of control proposed this carn- ival plan and was backed by the Inter-Club council with the result that the social clubs on the campus sponsored concession booths. There were fifteen booths for recreation, refreshments, and entertainment. All pro- ceeds went to the fund. At intermission a drawing was held for special door prizes. The floor-show was presented by Don Campbell and Company, master jugglers. Dick Beecher’s orchestra provided the dance music. A Ipha Rho has greaf fellows, too L ent moy to 'unc' so only a few P resident, Jerry Brett, guided the crew H appy and successful the whole year through A imed one-hundred bucks to the schoo' R aiscd with Sharmea, their associates true H ad Collegiate Promenade as their means to do O h! There’s Mr. and Miss Collegiate, too O fficers, actors, from this club grew M arriage, also, from the urge to woo E ven a smokeless smoker is held .for you G reater through the years, that's a cluo. A Ipha Rho Omega, that’s your cue. First row, left to right: D. Orchard, D. Jay, W. Farr, D. Slater, B. Taylor, D. Foutz; second row: L. Ray, E. Anderson, K. Nelson, J. Brete, E. Mclatchic, F. Draayer, advisor F. Rabe. C hanodo, Merry Maids, are all H ull. Prince Charming at their ball A thletics was their divine call N otcd for tennis, squash, to softball O fficer is Mary Ann Marchant, you'll recall D onning the green and the beige each fall O nors for Chanodo from hall to hall Merry Maids, first row, left to right: J. Wheelwright, G. Price, J. Minier, M. Marchant, L. McFarland, L. Marshall, M. Stewart, J. McArthur; second row: J. Mad- dock, D. Johns, B. Johnson, A. Kendall, J. Phillips, C. Day, M. Rouch, G. Sorenson; third row: A. Johnson, M. Strand, C. John- son, advisor S. Jackson, V. Kelly, A. Andelin, B. Burmingham. 36 I n othlctics they always win a snap O ften their opposcrs they just entrap T ill winnings are dropped right into their lap A nd volleyball, basketball wins in their cap T he Friendship Banquet was worth a clap A nd lotas, the hostess, to put it on the map U may credit Julia Palmer with the rap K nown to us os clever and apt A nd Iceland Fling was on the dance card flap P ersons who'll become leaders, mayhap P utting more honors into their cap A Iways helping the school, lota Tau Kapl First row, left to right: E. Buck, D. Brown, I. Finley, N. Tracy, D. lightfoot, J. Palmer, A. Johnson, P. Mukai; second row: E. Ward, I. Holmes, A. Crary, D. Steffen, L. Larsen, t. Poulsen, G. Hippo,- third row: J. Scegmiller, I. King, D. Johnson, J. Richards, D. Hansen, E. Timmerman. L a Dianaeda, Gobs, that is clear A and blue and white are their colors dear D iane Jones, for their prexy they 'keer' I n every field they're worth a cheer A Iways winning without a fear N otes persons they're bound to hove near A s each one leaves Weber sheds a tear E ven school officers they fill each year D ccidcdly clever and smart, we hear A in'l nothin' those gals from L. D. can't clear. Swabbies, first row, left to right: D. Powell, J. Petty, F. Farr, J. Van Dyke, D. Jones, V. Kimbcr, A. Rasmussen, J. Garner, A. Bott, M. Bingham; second row: B. Rawson, P. Randall, M. Ses- sions, A. Kunz, C. Torgeson, E. Hipwell, R. Neuenshawander, J. Farrell, C. Heincr M. Graham, M. Lambourn, P. Turner; third row: G. Rushforth, H. Bachelor, B. MacFarlone. M. Staples, J. Roy, J. Lundgreen, M. Oakley, C. Martin, J. Clifton, advisor Betty Bond. 37 I Squawj, front row, left to right: Advisor, J. Hatch, J. Watkins, J. Westonfelder, C. Clifton, J. McCuin, E. Nickolson, J. Geory, M. Bradshaw, B. Lyman, J. Gourley; second row: R. Poulter, I. Firth, N. Harris, L. Alli- son, J. Taylor, R. Glover, V. Wilde, B. Miller, M. Cherington, L. Thornock, A. Lund, C. Beck; third row: M. Bowman, E. Creer, B. Reeder, J. Cooper, E. Barker, C. Barker, C. Shaum, M. Jones, J. Williamsen, C. Petty, B. Anderson, M. Howard. O ften they win and 'tis a thrill T il intermurals come; there they arc nil. Y onder Sadie Hawkins come over the hill O utstanding Ann Lund leads with skill K nown as their Sweetheart, Cless Pack's a dill. W inning personalities, so much pep they spill A Iways loyal to Squaws, the theme they drill. P phoenix, the Sisters, fondly known to we H oping intermurals champions to be 0 wen Burton, spring president, I see E asily leading club activities N oted for Snowball, choosing Sweetheart to be 1 ndeed they are leaders to a great degree X celling in everything, seems to me. I l Sisters, first row, left to right: B. Larsen, B. Blood, B. Salmon, K. Woodfield, L. Reed, H. Jacobs, G. Taylor, N. Burton, K. Shupe; second row: B. Hunsaker, D. Gwilliams, D. .Lindsay, R. Rasmussen, J. Checketts, O. Burton, R. Gardner, R. Harris, H. Call, D. Britenbeker, B. Larsen; third row: P. Evans, D. Richards, K. Johnson, B. Rasmussen, R. Stephens, J. Rasmussen, D. Hedin, R. Newey, 8. Childs, D. Van Wagoner, L. Fletcher, R. Neilson. ! I ! { 38 r b Pink Ladies, firs� row, left to right: T. Harper, V. Odd, I. Murray, L. Goucher, M. Sims, H. Benscn, V. Robson, P. Andrews, B. Deamer, C. Browning, D. Wheelwright; second row: S. Jones, J. Herrod, C. Wood, B. Ward, E. Campbell, C. Barlow, P. Nelson, B. Payne, I. Hcninger, I. Storey, P. Atwood, A. Felt, M. Thompson, J. Swenson; third row: G. Felt, Z. Jensen, G. Pratt, C. Secrist, A. Nyc, J. Shurtliff, ad- visor, H. Kelly, H. Fleming, F. Gardner, C. Slater, I. Hansen, M. Manning. S harmea, the title ot Ladies in Pink” H Benson, the prexy, from work she won't shrink A chieving in every field, I think R iting, running, or singing without a blink M ade 1st place swimmers (not one did sink!) E ver on top. I'll put here in ink A nd Sharmea will remain a great Weber link AFFILIATES First row, left to right: B. Jackson, L. Fiet, P. Roach, G. Schow, 8. Gordner, J. Alberts, G. Moser; second row: B. Carlson, R. Schow, advisor, D. Farnsworth, G. Hatch, I. Roren, R. Russell, K. Arave. S kullduggery was the name of their dance K indlcd by Tiki, the dance to enhance U saw their assembly, where left in a trance L ed by Blaine Gardner, it did advance L oads of success, I sec at a glance. 39 Front row, left to right: R. Mantolo, K. Cloppier, D. Holmes, J. Moyes, G. Han- sen, J. Anderson, 8. Evans, I. Bingham, E. Vcndell; second row: T. Williams, D. Roberts, M. Ballif, D. Warner, B. Keyes, J. Maloof, J. McDonald, D. Jensen, D. Pierce; third row: F. Ball, G. McIntyre, K. Hansen, B. Gall, P. Felix. S igma's my club, they said with a gleam I n activities rated with great esteem G one to serve on Uncle Sam’s team M any! Intermural cup next year to redeem A Iways enter the sports. Sigma's theme D ancing is best-liked sport it would seem E ating? at Rusty's their favorite scheme L ed by Jay Moyes, the 'pick of tho cream T o win Miss Weber each girl’s dream A contest which rates right on the beam P arties at the Rainbow” dre not too extreme. I n keeping the 'spirit' they are first, I would deem I I T iki is for many things noted I n Skullduggery, their dance, the couples floated. K nown as prexy, Gcri Chandler, for her they voted I n personality and looks, they're really coated. Front row, left to right: C. Vogel, J. Farr, G. Chandler, advisor, M. Ogden; J. Grix, M. Dineen, C. Tribe. 40 affam AFFILIATES E xcelsior boys, colors green and gold X cel in everything, I'm told C lothes and cuddling—arts they enfold E xpert skiers and skaters when weather is cold L ed by Cottle, their policies to mold S weetheart Ball is tradition old I ts a kiss for the sweetheart if they’re bold O nly this year many to the Air Force were sold R ated as great, to this 'rep' they'll still hold “Big 'E' Boys, front row, left to right: A. Beers, D. Harris, D. Nord, D. Fleming, C. Combe, V. Richardson, D. Cook, D. Cottle, R. Hadley; second row: K. McLain, N. Visser, S. Wayment, T. Morris, J. Florence, C. Pock, D. Butler; third row: G. Purdie, advisor J. Olsen, I. Wood, D. Robbins. 41 Nocturne By Elva K. Wardleigh It was almost dark when Sharon left the house. Like an animal, fearful of pursuit, she had scuttled across the porch and through the yard. Now, halfway down the block, her poise returned. A look of crafty triumph came into her eyes as she readjusted the hat with its burden of violets, whose precarious balance had been disturbed by her flight. Her bracelets jangled metalically as they slipped from wrist to elbow on her uplifted arm. Keeping within the shadow of the elms that bordered the street, she walked townward with slow deliberation, her hips swinging in exaggerated rhythm, her little behind wig-wagging a come-on. The western sky was washed with a thin, watered--down green. The arc lights poured their ineffective golden light between the new, rosette like leaves of the elms and made a pale, perforated pattern on the sidewalk. Sharon moved on. The evening stillness amplified the clatter of her high heels on the pavement and she glanced worriedly back towards the house, but distance and the deepening dusk hid it. Only the glimmer of a white picket fence marked its boundary. Down the street toward her came a man, and with hand on hip and an air of feigned familiarity she closed in for a practice encounter. “Hi, babyl Too bad you’re not going my way,” he greeted, giving her a long conspiratorial wink. She glanced at him obliquely beneath mascara coated lashes. The wink made hei feel good, as if the two of them were partners in understand- ing. “Sharon! Sharon!” From a distance she heard her name being called. She turned momentarily toward the sound and saw that the man had stopped and was looking over his shoulder at her. Sharon!” Once more the voice came, heavy with inquiry, but she contracted her eardrums and squeezed out the sound. She continued her walk under the elms, not hurrying, but keeping in the shadow. Two women came toward her out of the gloom, their rapid steps beating on the sidewalk. They looked startled as they peered into her upturned masklike face. The older woman glanced at the sky where the first stars glimmered and then at the thickening web of shadows under the trees. “That young lady will bear watching,” Sharon heard her emphasize. When they’re that age you don’t dare let them out of your sight.” She moved forward toward an expanding point of brilliance down the avenue. Strollers, indifferent or amused, passed her, but as if reserving her wiles for a particular quary, she didn’t intrude upon them. Once more she thought she heard her name being called, but she was so far from the house that it could have been imagined. The line of elms ended abruptly, and across the wide thoroughfare the town began. She took her stand at the base of the last tree and marveled at the synthetic rainbow that arched Main Street. She knew that out of that core of bril- liance would walk her helpless, unsuspecting prey. So ab- sorbed was she in contemplation she failed to see the police- man who had spotted her from across the street. She ducked behind the tree and pressed her back hard against the fissured bark, but her concealment came too late, and the policeman grasped her arm. He looked down at her, then up at the sky, now completely dark, at the arclight whose full radiance failed to penetrate the shadows, and then back at the girl, his open Irish face a study in astonishment. “The saints preserve us, he ejaculated. “What might ye be doin’ here?” “Waiting,” was her noncommittal reply. “Sure, and that I can see—unless these two eyes deceive me. And who might it be you’re watin’ for?” “A man.” “Faith, and 1 should have guessed that myself, judgin’ by the looks of ye! What if the wrong one comes along?” His voice was dark with suggestion. “The right one will come.” Her eyes were beaming pools of confidence. Of that I’m not so sure. This is no place for ye, colleen. Go back where ye came from. Shoo! nun away with ye!” He gave her a spat on the fanny for emphasis. She shook her head, the hat with its crown of violets bouncing with vehement movement. He looked down at her, baffled by her defiance. “You win,” he said helplessly. “But just for a little while, mind ye. It’ll take about twenty minutes to walk my beat. Before I get back I want ye to turn yourself around and march yourself back down the street.” His tone carried less command than concern. He left her standing there, her back once more flattened against the tree. From afar she heard the evening train warn of the highway crossing and then its series of agitated hoots as it threaded the town. For her it was a signal that the moment of fulfill- ment was at hand and her small body trembled with antici- pation. She kept her eyes glued to the lighted facade of the station, a half block away, and her spine ached with tension as the first passengers streamed from the doorway. Suddenly, in a clot of people, she saw him, tall, hatless, briefcase in hand. Even from a distance she knew he was the man for whom she waited. For her, he was desirable above all others and as he moved even closer she made a soft yearning sound in her throrit. She waited until he had crossed the street and was almost abreast, with deliberate timing she stepped from the shadow into his path. He nearly knocked her over and as he steadied her with his hand he breathed out a low whistle of amazement. “Well I’ll be a monkey’s uncle! What on earth are you doing here?” he questioned. 42 “Waiting for you.” Her eyes, brimming with adoration, held also a shy sort of mirth. “But why here?” There was mild reproof in his voice. “I was lonesome.” Her lips pouted. From his immense height he regarded her, a small carica- ture with a frivolous hat, a painted doll-like face, arm loaded with bracelets, high-heeled slippers with glittering buckles on her feet. His eyes filled witn comprehension. Well, here I am. No need to wait any longer. Let’s get oing.” He took her hand in his and they moved together own the street under the black shadows of the elms, his crepe soles whispering an accompaniment to the staccoto of her high heels. When they reached the white picket fence, he led her through the gate. At the porch steps he lifted her tenderly in his arms. She settled herself into the curve of his shoulder with yielding acquiescence. One slipper clattered unheeded to the walk. Her hat, overburdened with violets, slid down her forehead and came to rest on the bridge of her nose. He opened the screened door and stood her gently on the nearest chair, then dropped his briefcase to the floor. His arms were around her waist, hers encircled his neck in triumphant possession and she pressed her thighs hard against his chest. At the back of the house a door slammed, hurried footsteps came toward them and a woman, her face strained with anxiety, crossed the threshold. Hello! We’re home!” the man greeted. “We?” She stood for a moment, blinking against the light. staring stupidly at the two. “We?” Then comprehending, she rushed over and hugged them both, her body swaying them with a sidewise, rocking motion. “Oh, Sharon, where have you been! I've looked all over for you.” Relief and disapproval mingled in her voice. She walked down town to meet me.” Darling, you shouldn’t have. You’re so little and that's so far away from home. Didn’t you hear me call?” “Maybe ... I think so ... but ... ” Sharon faltered help- lessly. But she was a big, big girl for awhile tonight—out to meet her best boy friend and dressed fit to kill. You’ll have to admit she’s quite a glamor gal.” He stepped aside and the mother saw the child’s grotesque attempt at sophistication. “Well I’ll be darned! Helena Rubinstein’s dynamite and my best duds!” Her eyes twinkled. “Don’t do it again, honey,” she added, sobering. “You’ll be grown up before you know it.” “It won’t be for ever and ever so long.” “It will come too soon to suit me. Now run up and wash. There’s chocolate cake for supper.” “Beat you to the basin, chicken!” She jumped from the chair. The other slipper lay for- gotten in the seat. The flowered hat fell unnoticed to the floor. The bracelets slid down her arm and over her finger- tips as she raced swooping up the stairs. 43 MUSETTES STAND FOR MUSIC Sophisticated Swing, You’ll Never Walk Alone, Hey Babe, —These are synonyms for Musettes. Directed and accompanied by J. Clair Anderson this girls' double sextet had entertained throughout northern Utah. Included on their list of appointments were service clubs, schools, church organizations, and as a now enterprise this year, the service men's clubs. Stylish uniforms have set the stage for melodious harmony. Maroon velvet skirts and white longsleeved blouses comprised the winter uni- forms with chartreuse linen skirts accentuating springtime. As a supplement to well-blended, three part vocal music Carol Barker contributed tapdancing routines and Bettie Lyman entertained with humorous readings. The Weber College Musettes have, through their entertainment, helped to promote interest in Weber College. I 44 MUSIC MAESTRO PLEASE Faithfully answering tho call of the Maestro, the Dorianettc Sextette have blended their voices in a year of active ensemble work. With the able hand and capable guidance of director Roland Parry, they have taken the spotlight and met with such success. They have performed well, and their ernest efforts have won the applause and approval of their many audiences. School assemblies, Ogden City service clubs, traveling as- semblies, and various other organizations have found their talents indispensable. The Christmas Oratorio and the Opera Sweet- hearts found them adding their support also. Outfitted by Rotary Club, they include in important events Spring quarter a concert tour on which they accompany the Dorian singers. The Dorianettc Sextette certainly spells accomplishment in the field of music and will long remain a pleasant memory of college life. 45 WEBER'S STUFFED SHIRTS Anne Rasmussen Mammalogy Museum May 2, 1951 Have you ever tried to figure out just what makes up that obnoxious odor which penetrates the Moench hall? It needs to be fumigated, you say? Sorry, you’re too late, that’s already being done. In fact, fumigation is helping to intensify that particular stench. Moench 211 has to be fumigated every two or three months. This is due to the numerous and varied specimens which frequent Howard Knight’s zoology classes. Some of them sit at the lab tables, but about 200 of them are kept in flat sliding drawers—carefully laid out—complete with tag, skull and skin. These specimens like the majority of those at Weber, are mostly natives of Utah. They, however, plan to remain at college for more than the average two years, for Weber’s mammalogy museum is their home. Birds and animals in this museum, however, are not con- fined to an uneventful existence. They are allowed to travel widely. At present 50 of them are visiting graduate students at the University of Utah. They make available to all students in any locality, speci- mens which might aid them in studies they may be making. Of course, the museum’s present value is limited because of its incompleteness, but the ultimate aim is several specimens each of all vertebra species in the state. Ardent Weberites of the Zoology 35 class, under the in- struction of Mr. Knight, have been busy trapping and mount- ing these various birds and mammals. Last Spring over 50 new specimens were added to the museum. So far it’s just a beginning—but who knows? Perhaps in a few years we’ll have a collection worthy of our new campus. The University of California has a similar museum which they value at over $75,000. If they can do it, why can’t Weber? Fanfare by Ann Crary Trumpets Pealed forth golden Tones and flung them through the Serene silence of a sphere at Sunrise $cx filde v $ucL by Ann Crary Tiny Hawaiian hut a faries Have been visiting box-elder trees And left their wee grass hula skirts To air in the April breeze. These tiny wisps of pink and green Have been so thoroughly taught They sway to the whispering of the wind Without a second thought. 46 In Retrospect By Darlene Powell After I had spent the weekend at Springdale, I wrote to the doctor’s wife and told her that when I was old and con- fined to a rocker my fondest memories would be those of hiking and riding over the hills that made the old farm. That first visit became the first of many, and each time I saw the big house, the wide pastures and wooded hill I loved it more. The place was bought by the doctor as a sort of re- treat for him and his family, but seldom did the family car drive in the front gate without shortly having the gate swing open and admit friends who loved the Rogers and were thirsty for the peace that the farm seemed to offer. Most of the people who came loved Springdale, but they didn’t really know the place. Their strolls were confined to the surrounding pastures and the clear icy spring that rose mysteriously near the site on which the big house was built. Years before, careful hands had taken advantage of the mir- ror-like qualities of the spring and had laid rocks to make walls and dams which resulted in two rather large but shal- low ponds into which fresh water constantly flowed. The large trees that sheltered it and the little stone ice-house at one side gave the spring the appearance of something one might come upon in the forest of Oberon and Titania, but never in a world of thoughtless humans. I was lucky because I think I knew Springdale. At each visit another exciting secret was revealed and Caroline and I would go off on foot or horseback to find the treasures Springdale selfishly possessed. A hike through thickly wooded hills brought us to the edge of the “Cliff , the first secret I learned. The Cliff had been created by a tiny stream which conscientiously through the years had cut its way through once valuable farm land a deep gully. But to think of such things was mundane and so we would lie looking over the Cliff and listen to the song of the stream below, letting our poetic natures take full advantage of being sixteen and senti- mental. Farther up the stream bed the sound of water grew louder and around a bend the water tumbled crazily over rocks, falling several feet below, and going nonchalantly along its course unaware of the sensation it caused when it took a hurdle. This was the “Big Waterfall, with all its noise its rainbows and its bubbling happiness. Near it was an- other in miniature and this was the “Little Waterfall.” When the hike had been long and the sun hot, we took off our shoes and stockings and dangled our feet in the cold, rushing water or waded across feeling the soft cold mud ooze between our toes. Sometimes we would shed our shirts and lie on the bank in the blistering sun, listening to the duet of the two Waterfalls and getting terrific sunburns. If we were in the mood for human companionship we would ride the horses up to the Stanford place which was a few miles above Springdale. The big clean Dutch Colonial house with the orchards behind it was a good place to visit and we found young Mrs. Stanford and her older, slightly eccentric husband interesting company. At the time, Mr. Stanford’s newest business venture was a-manufacturing plant in the timely little “sleepy” town below the hill. When we visited the plant one day we found a sizeable crew busily creating tops for tractors. Riding from such a trip we often took the long way back to the farm and found ourselves on new trails or at the edge of the quarry where we were forbidden to go because of the copperheads. One afternoon we saw something that thrilled us and caused us to sit in silent awe. In a large open pasture away from the road we saw the mare and her new colt. Somehow the sight struck us unexpectedly and we knew we had in- truded. There was no need for exclamation; we both saw the beauty of the colt and the greater beauty of the situa- tion; we both understood and dropped in silence, watching the movements of the two wonderful creatures. Once the leggy little ginger coll turned toward us inquisitively, knobby knees trembling. Between its dark wide set eyes was a white star. What a beauty this fellow was going to become. His strength became exhausted and he tumbled to the cool grass, a bundle of loosely connected legs falling over each other like brooms in a closet. The mare eyed us cautiously then nuz- zled the precious thing at her feet. I have no idea how long we sat there, motionless and quiet, but the sun was low in the west when we remounted the horses we had left at the road and started back to Spring- dale. We raced along the last half-mile back to the farm, left our horses at the gate and ran to the spring dunking our faces into its icy water. With our eyes open beneath the water, we saw the moss, varying in hues of green, the brown- ish stones and magical reflections cast by the rays of a late afternoon sun. At this time of day the best place to be was on the roof of the icehouse. So we climbed the narrow steps cut in stone and sat on the squeakly old swing on the flat cement roof. Now the sun was very near the horizon and in its wake had splashed a trail of blazing colors that was the sunset. A day at Springdale taught many things. It’s hard to explain, but deep inside, one has an emotion of relief and joy, much like the feeling that comes after he has found something he thought had been lost; something very dear. A clue to the mystery of life is found in its very beauty; the color, the love, the feeling of sun and water, the music of the stream, carry a message. The same message that sends a man away from Springdale a better man, now aware of beauty and what it means in life. 47 RehufuL OlmusiL Ol mriA. The machinery that makes W. C. hum operates behind closed doors. Laying careful plans for the many activities, with diligence, no complaints, and sometimes burning the midnight oil are the student groups that we hear very little ASSEMBLY COMMITTEE Planning, disappointment and last minute cancellation is the problem faced by the assembly committee. However, the assembly committee for this year has done a job well worth while. Student chairman, Ilamae Hansen, and the student members—Dick Slater, Carol Slater, Norman Burton and Marilyn Lamborn have done their best to bring good assem- blies to the students. Faculty advisor. Dr. J. G. Olson, has provided the stern hand that guides the assembly committee which has the tremendous task of providing a varied and interesting program for the entire year. The difficulties and hardships faced by this committee are not fully realized by the students of the campus. The assembly committee should be given a “hearty thanks for its work this year. SOCIAL COMMITTEE There’s a group of harassed, hurried humans that go about engineering Weber’s social life. They’re seldom the life of the party because when they finally arrive, they haven’t come from home, but merely from the rafters where they’ve been hanging crepe paper. This year’s social calendar has been reinforced with such student body affairs as dances after games, the Snow Carni- val, Christmas Party, Dinner dance, and affairs which have been the responsibility of the social committee. With Rex Gardner as a combination of Saint Peter and John L. Lewis, these valiants have braved the storm of thankless efforts and have come through with events to make this year tops. Who are the valiant? Rex Gardner, chairman; members Joyce Geary, Beth Macfarlane, Marilyn Bowman, Jackie Trapp, Lora Lee Marshall, Blaine Taylor, Dick Richards, Pat Andrews and Marietta Staples. THE STANDARDS COMMITTEE Sherlock Holmes might be the ‘alias’ of the Standards committee. The main endeavor of the committee of keeping up the high policies of Weber College regarding honesty, integrity, and the like. Efficiency on this committee has reached such a high level that last quarter’s research theme with a large ‘D’ on the upper left-hand corner was cordially presented to you through the courtesy of the Lost and Found Department. Stolen articles are quite often retrieved by Harold Bateman, faculty advisor, or Fred Ball, student representative. Student parking arrangements (the foothills no doubt!) also involves the Standards Committee. ATHLETIC COMMITTEE Intramurals today! Support the games! Zounds, its the athletic committee at work again. Main functions of the committee are to supervise athletic events, to determine stand- ards and cooperation of the students. Athletic manager of 1950-51 has been Norman Burton. (He got married last week!) Student members include Fred Ball, Rex Gardner, Kay Shupe, and Hugh Jacobs with Reed Swenson as faculty advisor. LECTURE AND CONCERT COMMITTEE Kay Shupe, who teamed with Mr. Guy Hurst on the Lec- ture and Concert Committee, had perhaps an easier job on committees than anyone this year. When asked why he didn't work harder Kay said, “What the H-----.’’ The program was finished before the first committee meeting. Never-the-less, the years’ activities were enjoyed by all— even if Mr. Hurst had to do all the work to bring to Ogden- ites the educational and cultural series. After Kay read the above all he could say was “Well, what the H —” 4S PLAY BALL At the time thi book goes to pres the baseball team is battling for first place in Northern ICAC league with the deciding factor being the games to be played with Boise Junior College. If the team can win two games from Boise, Weber will have won the championship. As records indicate, it is on outstanding team this year. Two games arc also scheduled with Mesa College in Grand Junction, Colorado. Members of the team: (Row 1) Glen Ashby, ftonney Harris, Ron Stevens, Tub- ber Okuda, (Row 2) Coach Mccham, Russ Rasmussen, Bosil Beech, Mark Ballif, Sherman Wayment, Dale Gardner, Larry Wood. It's a Steal 49 MAKING TRACKS The track team competed in three conference meets and in two practice meets with tfie high schools. The B.Y.U. meet was an individual meet with Weber College taking its share of the events. At the 8.A.C. con- ference meet, they finished third. At an invitational meet at Westminister they finished first against West- minister, Carbon, and Snow. Hurling the javelin is an easy matter for Marv Peterson. Merely warmin up are Harvey Brough, Bill Child, Merrill Ses- sions, and Armond Beers. It's all in a day's work as Dick VanWagoner jumps a hurdle. There's no doubt about it as Don Fleming breaks through the tape to score another first for Weber. WHAT A RACKET Members of the tennis team, Don lockhead, Everett An- thony, Glen Ashby, and Dean Roberts, competed in the ICAC conference meet this yeor. A double's team consisting of Ashby and Roberts won second place. They are coached by Reed K. Swenson. Keep your eye on the ball as Ashby exhibits some fancy backhanded hitting. Easy does it. Roberts applies on expert's touch thot makes it look simple enough for even the be- ginner. 51 TO AVOID OVERDUE CHARGES PLEASE RETURN THIS ITEM BY THE DATE DUE