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Show Once there was a little university on the hill northeast of Salt Lake City. Its half dozen or so mossy vine-covered buildings sat in a majestic circle around a grassy wooded area, and the noble Park Building in all its white marble pillared grandeur looked out over Second South all the way to the shining city.There were huge old trees and bushes and stone benches on the grass, as well as vines and moss. It was home, and the Utes of the thirties and forties loved it. But then more people settled in the peaceful valley; the population grew. Soon there were too many Utes flowing in and out of the old wooden halls jand classrooms, hundreds of them at a time, creaking up and down the old staircases. The poor aging buildings groaned in objection, but still the students streamed forth in search of higher learning and a good time. The need for change had come. Now there was a group with the University known as Campus Planning, and the director drew up his plans with a keen eye on the future. He saw the little college campus expanding over the years to become a huge metropolitan university of thousands. He saw all this; he knew it was coming. And so in the year 1958 the idea for the Master Plan began to take form in his mind. ¦ The students began looking eastward, where suddenly there loomed a modern, four-story Union Building towering over the campus from the hillside on the east. Then, right next door, a half of an Orson Spencer Hall appeared, and, farther south, a gigantic structure named after Milton Bennion. The campus began to take on a new line, following the curvature of the land rolling down from the mountains. The new buildings were sturdy and geometic, brick and glass creatures that twinkled in the sunlight. The students could breathe and stretch in these classrooms and halls, laboratories and auditoriums. At last the old buildings could relax a bit; the pressure of Change had been |
