I’ll be back on Tuesday.
This lovely image was taken sometime in the ’70s, but I don’t know where:
I found this one at the end of the contact sheet that featured Vladimir Putin’s arrival on campus in 2001. It surely must have been in the gallery:
Someone raised the question in the comments to this post the other day of whether people would be allowed to park so close to the Sallyport. The answer is that for many decades yes, indeed they would. Here’a a nice crisp aerial from 1933 that shows the parking lot that was replaced by Founder’s Court extended nearly to the side of the building:
This area is just about dead these days but it used to be one of the busiest social spots on campus, close to the always hopping Sallyport, Autry House, and the women’s tennis courts (where Duncan Hall is today). There are probably a hundred or more images in the Woodson of kids hanging out, fooling around and generally wasting time in and around their vehicles. Here are just a couple, both taken the same year (possibly even the same day) as the registration photo from Monday:
I’m not sure how many students had cars back in these days but I don’t believe it was a majority. There seems to have been a very specific procedure that carless students used to thumb rides back towards town out in front of Autry House on Main Street if they couldn’t catch a lift with luckier classmates.
Speaking of the women’s tennis courts, I just happen to have with me a 1929 news clip about how a new persimmon red Graham Paige roadster instantly stopped play on those courts. I know I’d run for a look:
This surprised me. It doesn’t look all that old (’80s? ’70s?):
But look how different it is today:
Bonus: What the heck, just for fun let’s make it three views of the front of the RMC. This one looks to have been taken not long after it opened.
Extra Bonus: Speaking of opening day, here’s the move in. I don’t recognize either guy or the piece of furniture.
You really never know what will turn up next. These are some of the sweetest pictures I’ve come across in the Woodson. They were taken at Rice Day in April, 1955. Rice Day was an alumni sponsored all-university event, a sort of picnic with carnival booths, rides, contests and games for alumni and their kids as well as current students. From what I can tell it began in 1950 and was always held in the football stadium. If you look closely you can see that these images were taken either out on the field or under the stands. By all accounts this was an extremely well attended function— alumni groups in other cities chartered buses to bring them in for the event.
I assume this is Shirley but I don’t know how she got up there:
The entertainment that year was Don Mahoney, the singing cowboy. He would have been well known to the crowd from his show on KPRC, “Don Mahoney and His Kiddie Troupers”:
It looks like a blast. I bet every one of those kids fell asleep in the car on the way home.
You have to register first. Freshmen filled out enrollment cards, which astonishingly still exist and which I look at regularly. They don’t contain a whole lot of information but often there will be a clue that points me in a fruitful direction.
If you look closely you’ll see that there’s quite a bit going on in this picture. I don’t really understand the system they’re using, but I love it that you’re supposed to be there but most definitely not in line. Instead, everyone gets to mill around aimlessly. Seems like a much better way to meet people and in fact most everyone seems to be enjoying themselves.
Predictably, there were also kids hanging out in the parking lot and I wonder whether the top photograph might have been taken by someone standing on top of a vehicle:
Note: I’ll be in Portland for the rest of the week, which means that I’ll have to rummage through my laptop for pictures to post. I’m sure you’ll enjoy this as much as I do–there’s some odd stuff in there.
I got a brand new granddaughter this afternoon. It feels something like this, about nine parts relief and one part trepidation:
I expect that ratio to flip in short order.