I came to Provo and BY High in the fall of 1920. At that time, there was no high school in my home town of Lund, Nevada so my father sent us to various Utah schools.

I was very proud to be a junior at this time. As I was finding my way around that first day, I met a friendly young man who asked my name, where I was from and what year l would be in school. I proudly told him I was a junior.

That night he danced with me at the opening social, a one-time happening. Later I learned the young man was Ernest L. Wilkinson. He was a college junior and editor of the school paper. Years later he became President of Brigham Young University.

I realized my station as a high school junior one day when I heard the college boys, who ate their meals where I was boarding, talking about school. Archie West said, "I don't think the high school should have a Junior Prom -- that should be an honor reserved for college students!"

I kept quiet but had learned my lesser status as a high school junior. However, we high school students were free to enjoy all the wonderful school activities, ballgames, plays, programs, dances, even the great Junior Prom.

In thinking of the Academy Building, I remember the huge stairway coming down the north side of the main hallway and how I ran down it each day as I came from my sewing class.

One day, as I was half way down the stairs, the big 20-foot door on the west opened and in walked Leland Hendrix, from my home town. Being the only person around, I was able to show him to the office just left of the front door. Registration was simple in those days.

Leland became a member of the Men's Glee Club, an elite singing group, and sat next to Richard Condie who later became director of the Tabernacle Choir.

A few years later, Leland and I were married! But I'm getting ahead of myself.

One morning I started to run down that long stairway and found myself falling head first down a dozen or so steps. I had worn dress shoes with a little higher heel than my oxfords; one heel caught on the metal trim of the steps and I was thrown down with quite a force.

I didn't stop to assess my injuries, but looked around to see if anyone had seen me fall. Luckily, there was no one in sight, so I gathered myself together. I looked back up the stairs and could see my shoe still hooked to the step at the top of the stairs. I went up the stairs and retrieved my shoe and made it safely back down the stairs, happy that no one had seen me fall. I soon forgot the bruises.

I had such a wonderful winter that year at BY High. How I enjoyed the Friday-night dances!

And thanks to the half dozen college boys who ate their meals at my place of residence, to Leland, and to my brother Ernest Gubler, also at BY High, my dance program was always filled.

What wonderful memories of BY High and Academy Square!