
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.