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Show U. of U. Chronicle Year Book 35 formal Class ^tstorp EALLY, is that the State University? No lawns, no trees, no walks, or anything "swell." I know we shall never like this school. Xo place to eat our lunch. Why are there three buildings? One must be for the Faculty,' one for the students, and the other-oh, that must be "college." These were some of the thoughts expressed by First Years, while coming up the narrow path bordered by sunflowers, in the year igoi As they neared the building's bulletin boards met their gaze. "All First Year Normals register, L. 54." "Oh, L comes after F; I wonder where A is? How all these big people stare. I dare not face them. Here's the janitor-let's ask him." "This is the Library building; 54 is to your left, on the floor above." The girls skipped off. The spacious Art room was crowded, for everyone was curious and eager to know what was going to happen. In groups of twos and threes the girls and boys came. There was modest Lucile McMaster and bashful Emily Pinchin. Then Stella Goodyear and her bosom friend, Nita Gerber; Viola Rager, the force and energy of the Class; Burt Palmer; Thomas Ellison, with sunny face and hair. Then came smiling Florence Jonasson, led by her big sister, and Myrtle Reese, clinging tightly to her mother's skirts; Hyrum Snydergaard-there are not many with such a name; Moses Neilson, that busy man ; Jean Angel; Ruby Garnett, with her pompadoured hair; Vera Lynn, "Nut brown maiden, thou hast a winning wav;" Lizzie Harding, Ray Hubbard, and Will Davis, from Will-ard; Sadie Dimmer, half her worth was not known ; while Lizzie Winder and Hattie McFarlane already showed the effects of the new pedagogical atmosphere. At the end of the first week a meeting of the Firt Years was called. Although there was a conglomeration of voices, cemented together by the common tie of high inspiration, it was finally decided that J. Oscar Anderson should be the president. This band of students was organized into a society called the "Local Leaguers." We did nothing famous that year, but good times predominated throughout. Some of the most enjoyable events were the Prom., given in the Physical building, the trolley ride, and the trip up Dry Canyon on Arbor Day. In all of these we proved our name to be no misnomer. September found us again threading the sunflower path of the U. of U. Green, were we? Not quite so refreshingly rural, however, as in '01. Our ribbons were not so glaringly pink, nor our neckties so red. Once more we sought the various professors, in a vain effort to get our subjects straightened out. And our breath came in gasps as we saw the awful words: Chemistry, Zoology, Botany, General History, and Domestic Science. But, in a few days, we took our trembling way to the Zoology Lab. and were initiated into the mysteries of the nervous system of frogs, and |
