Writing about myself is not exactly my cup of tea. So here it goes. There was never any question as to where I would go for my formal education and the fraternity I would pursue. My dad (Wilber Seipt ’24) was Chancellor at AZ in his senior year. In the fall of 1947 the house was full, 38 to 40 students, mostly veterans on the GI Bill. I believe only 6 to 8, like myself, were just out of high school. We got a lot of informal education from the brotherhood.