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Show WEBER COLLEGE SIGNPOST. THURSDAY, JUNE I, 1944 'Vectors' of Life Are Needed By College Men and Women In studying the science of physics we f learn to treat of vectors quantities that have not only magnitude or size, but also DIRECTION. Would this not seem applicable to our lives? Should not we as Weber College men and women, occasionally call a halt to our assault on life and determine in OUT mad dash to get somewhere the direc- i tion we wish to travel? Let it be borne in . mind that our day and age ha3 come to place great emphasis on speed and efficiency, but these qualities in and of themselves are not virtues. Surely speed or efficiency is of small value if it carries you more rapidly in the wrong direction, as Roy Riegels, the fellow who ran the wrong direction at the annual Rose Bowl classic a few years ago would testify. It is during this season of the year perhaps more than any other that thinking men and women of the world pause briefly in their lives to reconsider the events of the past school year and to interpret these happenings in the light of experience which they possess and I think it is a capital idea. I am not suggesting you make an analytical analysis of the past school year's events but I am intimating some sort of recalling, if you please, of where you have been and where you are going. A Dream in His Eye Once upon a time, says the story, a young man left the village of "Nowhere" to be off to "Somewhere." He reached another village and asked, "Is this Somewhere?" The villagers replied, "No, to get to Somewhere you must have a dream in your eye." The ancient of the village put a dream in his eye and he went on. Again he came to a village. "Is this Somewhere?" he asked. No, if you are going to Somewhere, you are on the road, but you must also have a voice in your ear. The ancient of the village added a voice in the ear. The voice told him the great things that the ages had accumulated. On he went. Another village appeared on the horizon, and he quickened his pace. He asked the same question, "Is this Somewhere?" And the answer came back, "No, this is not Somewhere. Yet do you need a sword in the hand. With the sword you will win your way to Somewhere." The ancient of the village gave him a sword and he went on A Song In His Heart At the next village, which also proved not to be Somewhere he was told he was on the road but that he needed one last thing before he could really find Somewhere. He needed a song in the heart. So the ancient of the village gave him a song in the heart, a lilt for the road. He set forth and equipped as he was, finally reached Somewhere. To get to Somewhere to do Something with our lives, Vision, Knowledge and the Courage that sings are all needed. And it is well to remember, even in this day of speed, that enduring qualities are worth infinitely more than getting nowhere fast. It is not the rapidity with which a man travels that gives us concern; it is the des tination he has in view. Jay Olson. Back to Nature . . . Without the boys here to cause their elfin natures to hesitate, the girls of the campus have this spring gone back to nature. Hourly during the day they parade to the tennis court and the park, clad in such a manner as to get the best advantage from whatever sun happens to be shining this year, and from whatever son has been left behind when the others went to war. Their movements are natural and free, unblemished by the silly prudery that in the past affected so many of us when by some fatal circumstances we were exposed in a bathing suit. At least a little good has come out of the conflict, if the absence of the fellows, except for a mere one or two, has allowed the girls to appear in gym suits, or whatever it is they are appearing in, without the coy self-consciousness of the past. Prairie Horizon By Estelle Branham Prairie horizons Deep distance stretching Into the unknown, the unfathomable Dropping into the mauve shadows And the mists that guard the rim. Golden fields against the emptiness Lie like flecks of butter In rich milk. The sand and sage Blue white and threatening Embrace the landscape Till the world fades Over the edge of the distant hills To nothingness. Alone By Patricia Critchlow Alone am I this night. Above, the moon gives a ghostly radiance To all below. Ahead is a road Well traveled by people like me. Behind is a city Whose lights are slowly blinking out. Somewhere in the distance A small stream tumbles On to the sea. A lonely bird Calls to its mate. Everything is enshrouded by night. I stand alone. Editorial Office: 402-405 Moench Building Published semi-monthly by students of Weber Junior College Editor Lujean Putnam Business Manager LaMar Soelberg Front Page Lujean Putnam Editorial Page Marian Blair Society Editor Ann Taylor Sports Editor Bill Hinds Cartoonist Cpl. Bill Johnson Photographer Darrel Stuart Faculty Adviser Charles Espy Member of the Rocky Mountain Intercollegiate Press Association. 1943 -:- Member -:- 1944 Associated Collegiate Press Improvements . . . The members of the Board of Control are to be commended certainly for their sincerity and perseverance in a war-time year. Yet, in any work there is usually cause for improvement. Our student governing body is no exception. Specific examples may be supplied from the field of publications with the hope that the new board will accept suggestions as they are meant. All year long the school paper has been issued at three-week intervals. With half that time available, with three-fourths the usual funds appropriated, with an advisor appointed who had had absolutely no experience in the field, with a completely new editor without actual editorship experience even as an apprentice, and with no more of a staff than was present when the Signpost "folded"at the end of the winter quarter, they, the governing board, without even ascertaining whether we could do the job or whether printing difficulties which partly caused non-issuance previously had been ironed out, said, "Let there be a Signpost." What did all this mean to a person who wants to be a staff member next year? It meant coming through with a Signpost, not letting the students down. Well, if you see this in print, then we made it. But we never knew until it was off the press. Even though four people worked ten hours a day for six days on nothing but Signpost, we still weren't sure. Premeditation and foresight on the "extras" which involve others is our suggestion. Then we can produce finished work which is worthy of the institution. New Heights . . . Each year when the end of school rolls around, the students and faculty feel that President H. A-. Dixon has attained a new height in administering the school and in participating in public life. This year he has kept in touch with the latest national movements in education, kept the school at an active level despite the drag of wartime difficulties, responded to numerous speaking engagements of one sort and another, religious, educational and civic; by actual space measurements acquired more inches of column type in the newspapers of the state for his municipal and educational activities than perhaps any other figure; reached perhaps what is a pinnacle of importance in contributing to public life in Og-den; and, finally, written a book upon the experiment in terminal education he has directed here at Weber during the last four years. His record seems to us like one that would be good for nearly anyone to shoot at. Fisherman's Dawn By Wallace D. Baddley Gray blue skies, streaked with threads of silver, Stars that are faded by dawn's early chill. A golden glow across The snow-covered rim in the distance As the sun creeps forth in early splendor. Trees lose their deep shadows As one by one they take the golden tinge. Birds sing their good morning; The eagle from his craggy crest Sweeps forth in search of prey. The mountain stream bounds joyously on, Sounding its sonorous music. Far below in the deep-wooded,wind-enchanted cove Life moves Day is here. Jurgens Reviews Last Concerts By Pat Jurgens The Ogden Community-Weber College Greater Concert Series, which has been exceptionally fine this year, drew to a close with two very fine numbers. The first of these final two was Dorothy Crawford, in her original character sketches, and the second was Morley and Gearhart, duo-pianists. Following Miss Crawford's concert several people were heard comparing her to Cornelia Otis Skinner, which is absolutely wrong. In the first place, Miss Skinner relies on nothing but her body movements and voice to put over her characters with perhaps a scarf for a prop. While Miss Crawfor- has complete make-up and costume for each sketch. For this reason, the two artists should never be compared. Clever Sketches Perhaps the outstanding factor in Miss Crawford's entire program was the clever writing in each of the sketches. The first sketch was entitled, "All Ready for the Party," which had to do with a mother trying to get ready to go out and the complications that inevitably come up from the children. It was light and amusing, with an amazing bit of hair dressing that she did without benefit of mirror. Her second sketch was entitled "India," and I thought it was her best work of the evening. It deals with a plantation manager and his wife, who are going home after ten years. While the manager turns over the plantation to his successor, his wife turns the house over to the new housewife. The character of the hot, tired woman was excellently drawn. So well in fact, that everyone in the audience felt just as hot and tired as she did. Her voice was the voice of a woman just past middle age made old by the hardships of living in India. Her third sketch was "Fisherman's Wharf at San Francisco," and was the story of an Italian woman who brings her brood down to the wharf to await the arrival of her husband who is out fishing beyond the Golden Gate. Her dialect and placing of characters made this a very outstanding piece of work. The thing this reviewer liked about it was the way in which she seemed to feel so at home with each of her characters.Morley and Gearhart were a very delightful young piano team who have a great deal of ability as well as personal charm. They played a varied program with everything from Bach to Stravinsky to Begin the Beguine. Their rendition of the very fast "Flight of the Bumble Bee" by Rimsky-Korsakoff was better received than any of their numbers, but the brilliancy of their playing more than deserved the ovation they received. Their two Bach numbers, "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring," and "Pre- 1 ' 1 ' . ( ' t,,M.'' ......... HIUC ailU V UUUG 111 K1I11U1 WC1C beautifully done even though Bach! is a little difficult for the laymarl to swallow. The third part of the program was given over to Con temporary American Composers, and there were some very interesting and beautiful numbers performed. The Rhumba from "The Duke of Sacramento" by Norman Dello Joio was particularly fascinating to me. That and the Adagio by David Diamond were the nicest things in that group. Chopin's "Rondo for Two Pianos" constituted the fourth part of the program, and it, of course, was filled with the much loved melodies of Chopin. Gearhart's "American Sketch" was a very nice blending of harmonies and he and his lovely wife played it beautifully. The remainder of the program was made up of the "Rosenkavalier Waltzes" by Richard Strauss, the aforementioned "Flight of the Bumble Bee," and the "Russian Dance" from the "Petrouchka Ballet" by Igor Stravinsky.With the closing of this concert season, the students of Weber who attended them can look back on some of the finest entertainment money can buy, and they can look forward to next season with a great deal of anticipation. Next year we have the Ballet Theater and orchestra, Artur Rubenstein, Richard Crooks and the Utah State Symphony to look forward to. President Maps Postwar View Of College World Colleges Will Welcome Veterans and War Workers; Streamlining Essential; Curriculum Development and Planning Necessary By Henry Aldous Dixon President of Weber College All America has centered upon winning the war. Tremendous efforts, nation-wide organization and fabulous sums of money have gone into converting the country to a war-time basis. All America must soon center upon converting to peace. Tremendous effort, nation-wide organization and fabulous sums of money will likewise be needed to effect the transformation from war to peace. Even before war was declared, the doors of the colleges swung wide to welcome the new soldiers and the untrained war workers. Tells of Future... Dr. H, A. Dixon In many colleges these doors were open all night. Round the clock schedules were more the rule than the exception. The doors of the colleges will again swing wide to welcome the veterans and the war workers when the war is over because Congress and all of our college presidents are determined that our fighting men shall have the chance to make up their education.Good as Another's One person's guess on how many service men and women will come back to college is as good as another's, but the consensus of opinion is that when the lucrative war jobs vanish there will be a flood of persons returning to school. Veterans will be somewhat impatient to make up for lost time. Many of them will want to get married and therefore to make the greatest possible speed toward training for an occupation. They will want to streamline the educational program and to speed up the heretofore leisurely college pace. They will probably be less interested in campus activities because they know where they want will probably not appreciate the values of the social studies. They will be more exacting in their demands of instructors and critical as soon as they get the notion that their instruction is not taking them directly toward their career obejetives. They will demand extremely practical courses. Has Ample Funds As far as Weber college is concerned, it is encouraging to know that the institution has ample funds to provide rich courses for the regular students, as well as suitable curricula for the Civil Service people and the veterans. Weber's terminal courses are admirably suited to the needs and peculiar characteristics of these incoming adults. The advisory committees from industry, the Weber college coordinators, staff organization, and the school's outstanding equipment all tend to make Weber college a "natural" for postwar education. This preparation is not merely a last minute idea, but the fruition of years of planning and curriculum development. When the service men and women and the Civil Service war workers come back to college, they will find the doors wide open, and they will be given many choices within a flexible, rich curriculum, known for its ex- Signpost Awarded Excellent Rating By National Assoc. Excellent or first-class ratings for the fall and winter quarter is sues of the Signpost were received this week by Mr. C. M. Nilsson, adviser for the publication since its first printing. This award comes from the National Scholastic Press Association of the University of Minnesota, which rates hundreds of publications annually. Mr. Fred L. Kil-dow, director, has this general comment, "A wealth of material is packed in the Signpost and presented in a newsy, attractive manner."Several of the judges' comments concerned themselves with the front page make-up, such as, "ample display of pictures laudable," and, "good balance." The editorial page brought this criticism, "good selection of editorial subjects constructive andthought-provoking." The sports page was labeled with, "very good coverage." The rating was made in competition with all junior colleges of the United States with enrollments under 500 which includes most of the 700 American two-year institutions.Much of the fine success of the staff is due to the perseverence of Editor Bonnie Clay, sophomore student from Brigham City, who, with Mr. Nilsson and La Mar Soel berg, coordinated the efforts of the staff departments. Other members sharing the honor include Lujean Putnam, William Hinds, Richard Hatch, Ann Taylor, Marianne H. Call, Bob Corlis. Darrel Stewart, Bonnie Decker, Randall Grow, Marian Blair and Betty Coons. to go. They will have had con siderable training in science, but tremely practical bent Smoke Produced With Great Gusto At Weber By Dorene Boothe Amid the sunshine of an April morning the walls of the Moench building trembled from the shock of a resounding blast which came from the shadowy depths of the chemistry laboratory. Muriel Chadick and Ray Dabb had merely stirred the contents of an innocent looking little test tube containing Potassium Chlorate, Magnesium Powder and Red Phosphorus. According to the amateur chemists, they had been mixing these chemicals in hopes of finding some mixture that would produce an abundant amount of smoke for an assembly skit. Muriel, who had been carrying the test tube about the laboratory, handed it to Ray for the final mixing. The stirring motion resulted in the blast and abundant amounts of the desired smoke. The "kick" that accompanied the smoke screen split a solid wooden desk and shattered a nearby window. Throughout the building the explosion resounded, bringing teachers and students running to the scene. Through heavy clouds of smoke rescuers carried out Muriel and Ray to rush them immediately to the Dee Hospital. During the afternoon that followed, wild ru mors traversed the campus. "Au thentic sources reported Rays left hand was hanging by a thread! Later, however, these rumors were replaced by facts. Ray suffered from abdominal wounds sustained by flying glass and severe cuts on the left hand. Muriel was tem porarily deafened and badly cut about the left hand and arm. After several weeks of convalescence, Muriel and Ray are back on the campus relating time and time again their hair-raising experiences to the gathered wide-eyed audi ences. The victims are now in an improved condition except for bagging eyes and weak knees from the make-up work they have been f doing. The recovered victims seem to think this is sufficient to remind them of their narrow escape. A Dame Writes a Feeture Article By Ellen Dame Aren't feet funny? Especially large ones, now take mine for instance. They are not only long, broad and fat, but also flat, and each foot, when moving, heads toward the other, thus creating many collisions. No wonder my toes are calloused. What toes wouldn't be with a big flat foot walking on them continually? Some people are very inconsiderate of my feet as they often refer to them as boats or barges. But then I don't take very much notice of these remarks because I know everyone admires my feet and are jealous because they can't boast of having such well known pedal extremities. Why, people are continually staring at them. That just goes to show you how much they are idolized. Many's the time my bosom swells with pride when I behold such spectacles.Wonderful Tricks Though they seem to be forever getting in my way and tripping me, I marvel, along with most other people, at the wonderful tricks they have learned. They take me safely to my destination whenever necessary, which is most of the time nowadays because of the wartime conditions. Although they are sometimes compared to a turtle, because of the slow manner in which they do things, they never let me down very much. In a most humble fashion my Weber Alumni Giving All for USA Weber college is proud of the men who once took an active part in our Weber family and are now taking an active part in the service of our country. Many have given the supreme sacrifice and Weber is indeed proud to have known and worked with these heroes. Lieut, (j. g.) Stanley K. Crockett, '41, son of Mr. and Mrs. D. S. Crockett, 2926 Adams, has returned to the Alameda naval air base after a year of combat duty in the south Pacific. He brought with him twenty odd souvenirs from the battle zone. They are pieces of shrapnel in his head and body, acquired from the Rabaul attack made in November of last year. His squadron of Hellcat fighters was given the task of protecting a group of torpedo planes as they made their first big run on the enemy base. The ack-ack fire from the ground was intense, feet have conquered the art of dancing. Yes, I know of no other feet that can dance in slow motion with such ease. What a feat my feet have accomplished! Than Other Feet As far as work is concerned, my feet work harder than any other feet I've ever seen. Of course, I haven't seen many feet because they, instead of my eyes, always cover that part of the other fellow when he is in seeing distance. This is another of their outstanding features. But to get back to what I was saying, my feet really work hard, and what feet wouldn't that are as large as mine. They are so large it takes all my muscles, cooperating, to lift them the least little bit. Sometimes, however things go all wrong, muscles get all crossed up, and as a result my feet acquire a most awkward and uncomfortable position. At this time my big toes decide to go east and west, thus sticking straight out at the side, instead of forward. My little toes assume a curled-up position underneath my foot while two other toes stick straight up in the air. Sometime, just to prove to you how hard my feet work, I should like to show you how much they sweat, because as you know sweat is a sign of hard work. Shakespeare said: "The fashion wears out more apparel than the man." But I say: "The feet wear out more apparel than the man." Nevertheless, what would we creatures do without these so-called feet. I try to tell myself: "Be thankful you have such talented and helpful feet to benefit you." For without feet where would man be, and without man where would the earth be, and without the earth where would . . . Well, anyway be thankful you have feet and be proud of them. Just stop and think how much God has given you. Then think how much He gave me. That's enough to make anyone happy to have what he has. and the sky was thick with Zeros, swarming around like bees. It was a great struggle to keep in the formation, because Crockett's plane was riddled with 280 holes. The right wing was almost shot off, and his instrument board was completely destroyed, except for the magnetic compass. He kept on fighting, having one probable plane to his credit. Making a perfect carrier landing, he was carried unconscious from his plane to his quarters. Doctors were eight days removing pieces of metal from his body. Since then, he has gone back into the fight with a partly paralyzed hand. He made seven missions in four days over Eniwetok to take pictures for the pre-invasion plans. He also participated in actions against the Marshalls, Palau, Hol-landia and Truk. Licit. Crockett is a former busi-nesjudent at Weber college, and WAV" 1 member of Excelsior club. He was also an active participant on the social committees of the student body. AC Bennett (Bud) Provost, a naval cadet at Weber college during February and March, was killed accidentally at the airport at Alameda, California, recently. He was formerly of Ashland, Ore., and was a student at Stanford un-versity when he enlisted. Bud was known at Weber for his participation in sports, especially basketball, having been captain of the cadet team and an outstanding player. He was battalion commander and was respected by all those who worked with him. His many friends at Weber will remember Bud for his friendly personality and cheerful smile. Lieut. R. Glenn Stamos, graduate of Weber, class of 1940, has I been missing in action over Germany since April 10. After leaving the Weber family he entered the air corps in Jauary of 1942 and received his wings in September, before being sent to England he received training for heavy bombers.Lieut. Roy V. Stephens, of the class of '39, is missing in action since March 23. He entered the service March 3, 1941. After receiving training at San Luis Obispo, California, and La Junta air base in Colorado where he became a pilot of a Flying Fortress, he was sent overseas in January. Second Lieut. Fred S. Turnquist, '34, has been reported missing in action since February 17 while on active duty as a bombardier with the air corps in Italy. He entered the armed services in July, 1942. Lieut. Turnquist received his commission at Roswell, N. M., and left for overseas duty in August, 1943. Leiut. Darrel W. Mayf ield, Weber '41, was reported missing in action by the war department while on a bombing mission over Austria. Lieut. Mayfield while attending Weber college took courses in commercial art and C. A. A. ground school and flight training. He was a member of the Viking club. He enlisted in the air corps in February, 1942, and had made 48 successful missions over Europe. Two more missions would have brought him home on a furlough. Lieut, (j. g.) Winkler and his wife Verna L. Winkler, both graduates of Weber college, were killed in an automobile mishap in Rhode Island. After graduating from Weber, Lieut. Winkler continued his education at the University of Utah and University of California where he received his B. S. degree. He entered the U. S navy in November of 1940 afttJ 15 months of experience as a civilian engineer for the war department in Dutch Guiana. Mrs. Winkler was a member of the Otyokwa club. Later she attended the University of Utah and the New Orleans, La., conservatory of music, where she studied piano, violin, and voice. At the time of his death, Lieut. Winkler was commander and legal advisor of the United States navy'i Forty-ninth construction battalion at Camp Endicott, R. I. The navy department proposed that both Lieut, and Mrs. Winkler be buried with full military honors in Arlington cemetery, Virginia. Professional Ambush... Graduate Sadly Relinquishes Place in Weber Institution By Marian Blair The summer was over and the younger kids were preparing for another year of school. Of course I had known since June 8 that I was through, but for the first time I realized that I had no place to go back to. I could never go back again. If 4- I were to continue, it would mean not going back to something I knew about, there was no place for me there any longer. It meant going forward into unknown ter ritory all alone. I had never been all alone before. Nobody wanted to go to the college I had chosen (not really chosen, but the one circumstances had dealt me). I hated growing up ... it was so darn hard! Silly Green Bow But to college I went yes, all alone. Mechanically, I went through the motions of college life. I wore a silly green bow on my hair because everyone else was. I learned words to some song called "Purple and White" because somebody said to. I went to classes religiously because that seeraetf the thing to do. And I went back home every chance I got because I wanted to. I was miserable, but miraculously I lived through it. And with a social club came friends persons wno were a little .more than names in a classroom. I began to be able to say "hello" and mean it. I could go to assembly and not sit alone. Trips home became less frequent, had my head and shoulders out of I was on the road to recovery. I the shell and before the year was over I was out entirely and felt almost natural. Came Eagerly School closed, summer arrived and departed and again the younger kids were preparing for another year of school. But now I had a place to go back to, a place where there was still room for me. I came eagerly this time. I wanted to start where I had left off. Weber had made a small imprint on me and I wanted to make it so deep it could never be erased. The year progressed. People who had been acquaintances became friends. People who had been just friends became close, true, indispensable friends. People whom I had never seen became my friends, too. Teachers became more thin instructors; they were a part of what made Weber Weber. Purple and white had a significance. They were colors that I would love forever. And "Purple and White," which had been words once, took on meaning that meant tears in my eyes that spilled over and ran down my cheeks and off my chin. It was a prayer and a promise. Now the year has come to a close. I with 48 others must move on to make room for newcomers. Oh. that I might stay here forever. But how can I so selfishly not want another to have the chance of Weber's blessed joy? So with "Purple and White" ringing in my heart and with the knowledge that I am better for having been here, I step aside so that someone else may receive the joy there is here to receive. 1 |