My name is Lou Birdwell Parris '56. This is my Southwestern story.

One morning as we congregated at the Tavern across from the Ad Building, we saw a stray dog hit by a car. Seeing he was injured, but not fatally, I prevailed upon my steady boyfriend, Bill Engvall '55, to help me take him to a veterinarian. The vet set the dog's broken leg - and then I realized I had completely cut my American history class! This was in the days when roll was taken, and cuts were frowned on sternly. The next class session I shamefacedly explained to Dr. George C. Hester what had happened. Instead of chastising me, he reached into his pocket and pulled ot a $10 bill saying, "You'll be needing some help in paying the vet." The dog, christened "However," became the Kappa Sig dog, and I got an unforgettable insight into the relationship of Southwestern's faculty to its students."