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Show Page 2 THE SIGNPOST November 3, 1939. JJul (jJ&b&h, QolkqsL SLcpipnAt Published Scmi-Monthly During The College Year Official Student Paper of WEBER JUNIOR COLLEGE Ogden, Utah Editorial Offices Ifil Moench Building EDITOR-IN-CHIEF: Norman Bowen BUSINESS MANAGER: Glen Brewer NEWS EDITOR George Stewart OUTSIDE EDITOR Donald Roush EDITORIAL ASSISTANT Jack Branham EDITORIAL COUNCIL: Chairman Jesse Jensen Members Helen Moore, Rolfe Peterson, George London, Donald West, Wilmer Perry SPORTS DESK: Co-Editors Keith Hawkins, Olaf Zundel Reporters Larkin Patterson, Don Hatch, Sylven Godfrey, Joe Adams REPORTERS: George London, Stanley Johnson, Bill Warnock, LeMoyne Petersen, Lew Austad CONTEST EDITOR: Mary Huggins SOCIETY DESK: Co-Editors Shirley Critchlow, Donna Jenkins Assistant Editor Florence Cashmore Reporters Virginia Moore, Dorothy RichardsonCOLUMNISTS: Blair Burton, Keith Hawkins, Lorene Taylor, Clyde Wade, Donald Roush TYPISTS: Dallas Porter, Eugene Allen, Thekla Holmes Bernice McEntyre CONSULTANT: C. M. Nilsson PLEDGING CREATES FEELING Now that club pledging is over, there is an obvious attitude of resentment and disappointment in many of those who did not become members. Especially is there resentment. This feeling is human; it is ever present among the great body of students who are unaffiliated. And in many schools it is justified, for often there is a "clique rule" in which one club becomes a sort of ruling aristocracy, and the other members are driven like cattle. But sincerely, students, there is at Weber a different condition. For one thing, there are more clubs here than at most schools, and their membership is far more democratic. Pledges are not chosen on a basis of their financial condition or their family influence; they rate according to extra-curricular participation, social contacts, and general adaptability and harmony with club members. And past records mean little. Some of the most influential, popular, and active students at Weber are those who, judged by the standards of high-school, were social flops. But here the bushels of backwardness which formerly hid so many lights have been removed, and their talents are evident. Now perhaps you who read this are saying, "That's all very eloquent and it makes very good reading, but the fact is that I am not in a club." If you want to be in a club, do something. Be on a publication staff fr be a debater or act in a play or make friends of club members whom you have liked from a distance. Attract a little favorable attention so that club will want you. And do not play hard-to-get, nor feel that club members are hateful. Of course, most persons prominent about the school are club members, but only because it is the club members who receive organized support in elections. The office holder is not a snob. He realizes that among the student body at large are a hundred people just as qualified as he is for whatever position he holds, but that lucky contacts have given him the backing for his job. He has no illusions about his own prominence. He wants to give you and you and you the same chance he had, but club memberships are necessarily limited and so he cannot get everybody in. That leaves it up to you. There is a pledging period every quarter, so between now and the winter quarter you have a chance for membership. And you can get membership if that is what you honestly want. INDIAN TRADE Last issue of Signpost was distributed just after Friday assembly. If Mr. Young had allowed five minutes more for announcements, in addition to the fifteen already allowed, Signpost would have been notable only as a monument of futile industry. And we mean industry. And we mean futile. Now, for example, take the election of Neuteboom. If someone had known the earmarks of a scoop . . . and waited another half hour . . . As a matter of handiness and logic, suppose we give our announcements to the school paper the week it appears. As a gift, see? And forget this Indian trading. They say that we cannot give Manhattan back to the redskins, anyhow. And, besides, they don't want it. DID YOU SAY BELL? We need the bell! November 11 marks the date of our annual homecoming, and still we have no victory bell on our campus to welcome back our alumni and to celebrate our weekly football victories. We need action! Almost a year has passed since a committee visited the city hall and received permission to remove the bell. Apparently there has been no physical action: We need cooperation ! According to Reader bn-JeJt AMOEBOID LIFE This year the freshmen have been mainly good sports. They have sung the school song, carried books, refrained from wearing "loud" clothes and, in all, humbled themselves to the sophomores. And then a notice was distributed in the inner circle of freshman ranks: FRESHMEN, UNITE! How much longer are we going to submit to the dictatorship of a minority? How much longer are we going to be denied the privileges granted us by the inspired builders of America? We must unite today, not to defy tradition, but to prove in one sweeping gesture that the powers of the sophs are delegated ... BY FRESHMEN! Tomorrow morning, for one day only, all loyal frosh will appear in their loudest clothes, and by so doing, pledge themselves to aid any distressed brother. Support your class on FRESHMAN DAY! Signed: Student Committee Opposed to Sting Deal. "Submit to the dictatorship of a minority." The sophomores are outnumbered yes, but that doesn't mean that they do not have the upper hand. They were treated last year the same as you freshmen have been treated this year, and now that they are sophomores they feel that they have well earned the upper hand. "Powers of the Sophs are delegated by the freshmen!" On the day set aside for loudest clothes, shirts, coats, and bow ties of dashing colors were decorating the main hall of the Moench building. Was this power of the sophs delegated by the freshmen? No, the sophomores delegate their own powers. Don't think that you are being picked on, freshmen. Remember that it is all in fun. The sophomores lived through the same "amoeboid life" last year. IF YOU WON'T SHOOT In Europe the colleges have been emptied to fill the trenches of another war of right against right. On one side fights the German youth, but not for the glory and exaltations that he felt in the war of twenty years ago, of hatred for the man he faces, but for fear of what might happen if he refuses to fight. And on the other side of no-man's land fight the French and English youth, but not because of any animosity toward the German youth, but instead because of a deep-seated hatred for the acts of a certain group of men who constitute the Hitler regime. A pause in the fighting and signs are made up, "We won't shoot if you won't shoot." Friendly, not cowardly, signs. Time is taken out and every courtesy is extended for both sides to witness a football game. Friendly enemies in every sense, driven on by fear of the actions of that one thing, the regime. What a far cry from the campuses of our own world. Here the German hails the Frenchman and the Englishman, receiving a smiling "hi-yuh" in return. No barbed wire entaglements to separate the God given desire for friendship, no regime to frighten that smile of friendship from each happy face. Instead just an indeterminate freedom to meet fellow youth in the most desirable way. Bart Wolthius, chairman of the bell committee, the transfer of the bell is now up to the Whitmeyer Construction Company, builder of the new city hall. This company contracted some time ago to do the job. The bell committee still feels there is a possibility we shall have the bell forhomecoming. (Continued from Page One) fleshy meat (hamburger sells 2 pounds for 25c paid advertisement.) of the apple. Then she began to twoon with evilness. Indeed, she felt the spirit of Nick (only 44 more shopping days until Christmas. Avoid the rush and shop lift early.) Say, who said anything about Santa I was talking about apples. Now to start again, Eve felt different. She wanted a. strong lover. She wandered through the Garden to see what she could see and what did she see? She saw the no, you're wrong, she saw Adam. When she lifted her gaze (crow bars are handy for lifting) into Adams bronze tinted face (Get a self-enlarged photo of yourself, tinted for 15c; don't delay.) Eve knew then that he was the man for her. Back to Adam now. Adam saw her. the apple, and the snake. Then turned back to the apple, and again to her lovely face. He clenched his fists, he wilted, he reeled. About face, on guard, retreat, advance, charge. Yes, yes, he could see; doom was circling around him. He groaned, he hissed, he moaned. Again he looked into the face of the enemy. No longer could he resist. He fell into her arms. OUR MODERN DAVID ! GOLIATH- 0 mmms!i' a " hf ItfettfcL. CAN me KEEP HIS BATTLES ON THE 6RIDIRXW ? WeberamMina FROSH SUPPRESSION BY DONALD ROUSH The question asked the students this week is: "Do you think the sophomores should continue their suppression of the freshmen?" It appears that most students have become tired of treating the freshmen in such a manner. However, there are some who wish to continue suppressing the frosh. A few of the opinions are: IT STINKS Freshie Lew Austad thinks that the sophomores should live up to tradition and continue. But, on the other hand, he thinks the tradition stinks! OKAY Ben Fowler, sophomore, says it's okay if the freshies don't object. But he thinks the freshies should get together and stick up for their rights. PLAIN HOOEY Alan Christiansen, also a sophomore, believes in the theory that anything wears off its newness and gets mighty tiresome. "It's become just a razzy bunch of plain hooey," he added. TIRESOME A victim of sophomore suppression, Richard Collins, says he believes it has become very tiresome to all concerned. "Anything wears off its beauty after a while," he explained. TRADITIONAL Mary Huggins, sophomore, is an adherent to tradition and wants to see it continued. However, take note that Mary is a sophomore! LET'S STOP "Let's not bother them anymore," said Tim Dyer, a sophomore. From this statement we gathered that Tim is tired of it, too. FINE THING Fawn Simpson is thoroughly in favor of it and thinks it's a "fine thing." And she's a freshie! WELL, YOU GUESS Blair Burton apparently is neutral on the subject. If you have your dictionary along, then interpret this statement of Blair's for me. "I find myself utterly devoid of apt phraseology at the moment." FRIENDLY RIVALRY A strong believer in friendly rivalry between classes, Barbara Reeve, sophomore, thinks that suppression of the frosh creates competition between the two classes. She also is a strong believer in tradition. EXPLANATION Lewis Briggs, sophomore class president, threw buckets of cold water on the idea. Lewis explained that it is a tradition to haze the students during the first week of school only. "When it drags on, it becomes not only untraditional but very boring." Tme Jaifj (It was a good thing it wasn't Venus.) His armor heart beat like torn toms (the piper's son); never before had he seen Eve look so beautiful. It was a great fight Ma, but I won. Yes, this is just an example of how the sauce in the pudding got her man. I mean apples always gets her man even if he is a half-pint. But my mother puts her apple sauce in bottles. (Continued from Page One) merit must agree that here is the biggest, broadest, most inclusive narrative of the Mormon movement, interpreted in the main without bias, presented with deep insight and sympathy, that has ever appeared. It is an absolute marvel of organization, a terrific achievement in the correlation of a thousand broken and wayward strands of fact, woven so skillfully that the story rushes like a solid torrent through all its brawling, roaring 769 pages." About Himself During a recent radio interview over KSL, Mr. Fisher revealed some enlightening info r m a t i o n about himself and his book. Question: "How did you happen to write your book on the Mormons?"Answer: "My parents are Mormons and I have lived among Mormons in Salt Lake for a considerable length of time; so I was naturally interested in them. I think, moreover, that the movement is and was a significant phase of American history. Question: "Some people have accused you of putting Mormons in an unfavorable light by your writings?""I have been accused of many surprising things in connection with my book. I have been ac cused of being pro-Mormon. I haven't tried to bring disfavor to the Mormons. My purpose was merely to find the truth and to present Mormons as men and human beings." Question: "Have you any advice or suggestions to offer young people just starting out writing?" Teaching Pot Boiling "No, I have decided that I have nothing to say to them. I once taught a course in the novel and one in the short story at the U. of U., however, but since then I have changed my mind. Teaching is the worst nonsense a writer can fall into and I regard it merely as pot-boiling." Mr. Fisher, nevertheless, has at least one student now making a name for himself in writing. He is Wallace Stegner. Mr. Stegner wrote a prize winner which netted him about $4,000 two years ago. Mr. Fisher further stated, "There is nothing unusual about my method of writing. I write in the morning, perhaps three or four hours, rarely doing more than eight hundred words in the rough. Then I revise very carefully once, or even a second and third time, and am still dissatisfied of course." His Personal Appearance Mr. Fisher's personal appearance, as described by Mr. C. M. Nilsson, local teacher and a former student of Fisher's, is rather unusual. He is slender, medium sized. His head and face are inclined to be long and narrow. He has a raw complexion, as Mr. Nilsson remembers it, and his eyes are usually covered with large, dark glasses, or were at that time. His hair is wiry and grayish brown, combed back from a receding hairline. His chief recreation is hard physical labor on his Idaho sagebrush farm. A fully educated man from a scholarly point of view, Mr. Fisher got his education at the University of Utah, where he later taught, and at the University of Chicago. He holds a doctor's degree in English. COME IN AND VISIT OUR NEW SPORTS DEPARTMENT "DOWNSTAIRS." A COMPLETE LINE OF SPORTS WEAR. R. M. HOGGAN CO. WHITE CITY BALLROOM Meet Your Friends Every Wednesday and Saturday Night in Utah's Finest Ballroom GHAS. KNIGHT AND HIS 12-PIECE ORCHESTRA LOST ON SYCAMORE By GEORGE H. LONDON The number eligible for the president's seat in the university bachelors' club had dwindled to two. To be president, the fellow had to be free, white, and twenty-one. He could not be going steady with any woman, nor could he show the least interest in women. Mitchell had been one of the two eligible for the office. That is, he was until he went window shopping that night. It was a crushing blow to the boys when they found that Mitchell was no longer eligible. Their curiosity finally found why. They did not laugh. "I stopped at the school library to get a book for my term paper. I hadn't been in the mood to study all day. I wanted to go out and do something you know, one of those nights. "To my relief the book I was after had already been taken out. So instead of going back to my room, I decided to go down town, in hopes that that would satisfy my desire. "By the time I had gone three blocks my eyes had become accustomed to the bright lights that flickered on and off tormentingly. My ears had become adjusted to the blaring horns and the eternal treading of feet. Many people were passing me on both sides, each interested in his own destiny, as I was in mine even though I didn't realize it. I was conscious of their presence and yet it did not affect me if you get what I mean. All that interested me was the men's shops. "At the corner of the third block I received the signal to cross. With steady, determined steps I started over. Coming toward me was a wisp of a girl in a blue suit. The girl was slim and small, yet every inch a beautiful woman. You've had the experience. It comes once, maybe twice, in a life . . . We both hesitated and became aware of each other's existence. My heart missed beats. Then it was over. She had swept onward with the crowd. In my indecision I also was pushed along the mad stream. "That was some time ago, yet I know her. She is the girl God put here for me. Her picture as she stood there robed in blue . . . At some time . . . some time about nine o'clock at night on the third corner when the crowd is madly rushing by and the lights are be ginning to blink their brightest ... at that time the second chance of a life: to find the girl I lost on Sycamore." Letters to the Editor NOW, CHARLES . . . Lava Hot Springs, Ida. Extra Gang No. 113 Oct. 25, 1939 Dear Editor: Congratulations! I've just finished reading a recent issue of the W. C. Signpost and I'm certainly thrilled. When I first removed it from the envelope (a friend sent it to me) I thought that it was the New York Times from the size of the paper, but after reading a few articles, I soon realized that its editorial finess and its meaty and choice articles were far superior to any the Times ever originated, and of course by then I had a deep suspicion that it was none other than the good old Signpost. Congratulations and further success. It's one of the best school papers I've read. (Signed) CHARLES LETZ. There are over 500,000 houses in- the United States about which there hang a veil of mystery. Many are unoccupied, others are used as dwellings, still others have a succession of occupants so rapid that even the census bureau cannot keep tab on these dwellings. Many of them contribute to city blight zones and are a barrier to housing progress. John H. Klenke, Dorothy Klenke HARDWARE For Hardware 350 24th St. Phone 559 Ogden, Utah Vocational Interviews PULLMAN STEWARDESS BY HELEN MOORE The station looked rather foreboding as I entered. Instead of the usual bustle of activity that attends a railroad station, only a few people were there and those were scattered throughout the big room. I approached a red cap and inquired if train 818, the Los Angeles Challenger, was in yet. He told me that it had just arrived and directed me to track five. I had been pre-'iously informed that the object of my search, Miss Laura Ltzel, Pullman Stewardess, was on the coach end of the train, and so I turned my steps in that direction. She was standing by the conductor near one of the platforms. Her bright blue cape was fastened snugly against the cool night air. I introduced myself and stated my errand, and then I could see why Miss Etzel was able to procure her position a year ago and fill it so successfully ever since. Her personality sparkled from her eyes and flashed from her smile as she put me completely at my ease. She invited me aboard to her own special room, where we could visit uninterrupted. The stewardess' compartment consists of a bed, an infinitesimal dressing table, and three square inches of standing room, all located in one end of the ladies' car. Seated On Bed After we were seated comfortably on the bed, I began in what I call my best interviewing manner to ask very impertinent questions. I found out that it takes a great deal more than the desire, to become a stewardess on a main line train such as the Challenger. First of all, one must be a graduate of a leading hospital. One must be between the ages of 22 and 26, near five feet four inches in height, and weigh about 126 pounds. One must be gracious, poised, friendly but not gushing, easily adaptable to situations, and capable of meeting emergencies. As Miss Etzel told me these things, I realized more and more that Miss Etzel was herself a most charming girl. Her duties are varied, but the most common is aiding the mothers of small children who travel on the Challenger. She mixes formulas, warms vegetables, tends baby while the mother goes to the diner, and generally helps all she can. Elderly people, crippled people, and ill people are her special charges. She carries a medical kit which is complete except for narcotics, and has the right to call a doctor at any stop the train may make. She also accompanies the conductor in making his rounds, to be sure that everyone is all right and to get a preview of her responsibilities for the trip. On Her Sleeve Upon request, Miss Etzel slipped off her cape and showed me her uniform. Very serviceable and attractive, it consisted of a trim grey suit, a white blouse with a blue tie, and a grey and gold overseas cap. She was especially proud of the emblem on her sleeve, which officially proclaims that she is a Union Pacific stewardess. The life of a stewardess is not all routine, however. Miss Etzel's most thrilling experience was with a 14-year-old run away boy who was placed in her custody to be returned to his home. Angry and resentful, the lad, in an effort to escape, jumped through a window, glass and all, while the train was in motion. He was found uninjured and returned to the train but not The Outride Wcrld FAKE WAR By BLAIR BURTON Many Americans are aneering that this European conflict ia a fake, a phoney war. Even if this were so, I would be inclined to murmur, so what! A lot of Americans seem in a suspicious hurry to see the sons of others go out and get killed, in order to prove that this war is the real article. This type of blood-thirstiness I find a trifle sickening. I dislike the aggressive policy of Adolph Hitler as much as anyone I know, but I desire this war to end with as little loss of life as possible. Germany's present situation is far from perfect. She invited the Russians to what she thought was a pink tea and is now watching her guests depart with the tea cups and part of the silver. The French may not be anxious to storm the Siegfried line, but the French Maginot line offers a barrier at which the Germans have made little thrust. Airplanes may not be devastating cities or raining the death and destruction most people felt was coming, but these things are all to the Allies' advantage.Methods of Fighting The Allies have two methods of fighting Germany. They can blockade and fight, or just blockade. I, personally, like the latter. The British and French can sit tight and starve the Germans into submission. This would naturally be a trifle hard on the civilians in Germany, because the soldiers would be fed, come what may. This internal pressure, however, would produce a terrific strain on Hitler's regime. When the Nazi regime began cracking up at home, the war would be over in short order. Meanwhile the Allies would get stronger as the Germans got weaker. The Allies, even though it may not seem apparent, know on which side their bread is buttered. before causing Miss Etzel several bad moments. The life of a stewardess can be full of other surprises, too, as was found by one of Miss Etzel's friends last month. She attended a woman who gave birth to a son while the train moved along at top speed. And what are the compensations of a job such as this? Miss Etzel is in Los Angeles two days, on the train two days, in Omaha two days, on the train two days, in Los Angeles two days, and so forth for the greater part of the year. She receives $125 per month for her time and services, with all traveling expenses and layover expenses in Los Angeles paid, including a room at the Biltmore. She has two weeks' vacation with pay each year. Most important, Miss Etzel has the joy of doing ths type of work she likes best to do. At the call "All aboard," I said goodbye to Laura Etzel and left the train, as I always leave trains, reluctantly. For a Quick Lunch Hot Dogs Hot Chili and and Hamburgers Sandwiches 5c 10c CONFECTIONS at College Inn 568 25th Street CLEANING PRESSING REPAIRING POULSEN ELLISON DISTINCTIVE DRY CLEANING 490-25th Street Phone 3884 EAT WITH YOUR TEAM IhsL at 20 (RjooaL 20 HOT PLATE LUNCHES 432 Twenty-fifth Street Hungry Between Classes? Get That Mid-morning or Mid-afternoon Snack at the College Book Store (In the Gy m Building) "57 Varieties" Ice Cream, Candy, Gum, Mints Try Our New French Mints A Rich, Creamy, Mint Chocolate It's Delicious i |