It's all over! Ended are nine months of horrible ordeals and wonderful fun . . . endless
hours of editing, cropping pictures, proofreading, and writing headlines . . . Christmas and
Easter vacations spent at the office . . . deadlines that were more demanding than homework or dating . . . watching grades drop as each page neared completion.
When the last page is finished, an editor's relief is mixed with an empty feeling of a wonderful experience being over, anxiety that students will like the book and the deepest
gratitude to her staff.
To my staff, I owe a million thanks for hours of hard work, for putting up with my slave-
driver methods, screwy ideas and everything else they put up with. It's pretty hard to
single out individuals, but special appreciation goes to:
Olle Lorehn, associate editor, who got work done while appearing to be doing
absolutely nothing . . .
Jim Kadlecek, advertising manager, who did absolutely nothing while appearing
to be working . . .
Charlie Sicola, college life editor, who learned more in one year on the staff than
I did in two years . . .
Mike Cook, sports editor, who did a wonderful job on his section and still managed to take half the pictures in the book . . .
Bobby Sale, class editor, who proved that class sections don't have to be dull and
really can give an editor headaches when it comes to cropping pictures . . .
Sabra Hall, assistant editor, who was always ready, willing and able to do anything I asked her to do . . .
Al Vela, editorial assistant, who can take full responsibility for all the nasty
captions in the book . . .
John Van Hook, organizations editor, who decided he didn't like this office and
would rather set his own up at the Delta Sig house . . .
Ray Blackstone, beauty photographer, who started crying that he was too busy
every time I walked into his office, but always agreed to take pictures anyway . . .
Mike Weingart, who still found time to shoot pictures for me along with his duties
as COUGAR editor . . .
all the other photographers . . . Jim Gaston, Graham Ward, Dave Bryant, Ross
Sherohman and Henry Milam . . . who were so anxious to please . . .
everyone who helped with the index . . . Susie Friedman, Sara Coffman, Nancy
Coffman Hanson, Wayne Dessens, John Greene, Frank Lupo, Nick Martino
and Brenda Beust . . .
Mr. Strader, who kept insisting that I certainly did need seven hundred and thirty-
four desks in the Houstonian office, and that having carpeting and drapes was
completely ridiculous . . .
"Mother Vestal," who became an expert at not being able to locate me when I was
avoiding whoever was looking for me . . .
my parents, who finally began to wonder if their daughter was still living at home.
This has been quite a year. There will never be another one like it, and as a matter of
fact, I don't think I'd last through it if there was. The 1962 HOUSTONIAN means a lot to
all of us ... we hope it will be as meaningful to you as well.
TAYLOR PUBLISHING COMPANY