Leland Yee

In the first semester of my sophomore year, I was quite unhappy at being a Princeton student and one of the sources of discontent was Commons. Near the end of that semester, I discovered the Biology Department and Wilson Lodge. I went to a dinner as a guest and was served filet mignon. That sealed the deal. Food was, and is, a great builder of morale in my family so I signed up for the second semester. No more mystery meat and elephant balls. In my final two and one-half years, Princeton and happiness were synonymous, and Wilson was a big part of it. All of the classmates with whom I remained close friends over the years were members. For my last two years, I lived in 1937 so that I could be close to Wilcox. Good memories.