During my college years, I “worked the switchboard” in the Administration Building and L. Wesley Johnson was my supervisor. I quickly learned that he had a sense of humor and teasing was part of his daily life (similar to the humor in my family growing up in North Dakota).
Occasionally, he would sponsor a traveling group recruiting students at various churches. On one such occasion, he took the freshman girls quartet, “The Melodaires,” to a church in the Northwest District. On the car trip back to Nampa, we stopped at a ’50s diner where he dared me to whistle through my teeth at the counter.
He probably thought I didn’t dare whistle, but after I thought he had forgotten about it I gave a short but loud whistle. He nearly choked on his food, and needless to say I won the dare. I can’t remember what I received except the fun of seeing him astounded by it. He brought it up for years after when I returned to NNU for Homecoming, and I would get one of his hugs.
