Most memorable experience at Tooele High School:
Our senior year I served as president of the Pep Club. We had been practicing a march for an upcoming game for several weeks under the direction of Paula Mantes, our drill instructor. We had ordered new marching shoes and were anxiously awaiting their arrival. The package was delivered to my home two days before the basketball game, and I put the large box in what I thought was a safe place in the kitchen. Garbage day came, and my Mother, thinking the box was filled with trash, put the shoes out for the garbage pick-up. When I looked for the shoes the day before the game, of course they were gone. Panic ensued, but my Dad and brother, with pitchforks in hand, went down to the old city dump, hoping to retrieve the package. They spent all day sorting through garbage, but they did find the box intact, and all of the shoes were in good condition. We all had our new footwear for the game on Friday night, and no one was the wiser. Out of embarrassment, I never revealed the details of the shoe fiasco, but I guess it is now safe to do so.
I remember a lot of good teachers, but I guess I would have to put Doc Frandsen and Senior English at the top of the list. Other favorites were Bert Sutherland, Miss Govern for PE, and Miss Thompson for Chemistry.