Monthly Archives: December 2012

As long as we’re already in the old gym, let’s have a look around. There are more of these, but I’ll spare you. Bonus: 

I found this picture in the gym folder. It’s undated and while it certainly look like the gym, I have no idea where it was or what it is. Help?

I probably shouldn’t admit this but I kind of miss the old gym. It had a certain . . . . shabby . . . . something. For example: Zoom in and check out the sign directly over the guy’s … Continue reading →

Here’s the inside: And here’s the front: I’m not certain what year this was sent but there are two things about this image that I do know. First, I know who took it: Margie Sass, Ron’s wife, who was a … Continue reading →

In this undated photo we find former Rice trustee and Chairman of the Board from 1982 to 1996, Charles Duncan, Jr., spreading seasonal good cheer with his festive holiday tie. You can tell it’s working by how happy fellow board … Continue reading →

I’ve had something rolling around in the back of my mind for a while about that picture of the interior of the Community House. Remember it? This is almost completely pointless, but I started wondering about the picture on the … Continue reading →

We have a fantastic collection in the Woodson of intramural records. For many years all the teams and results were kept in scrapbooks, some of them complete with action photos. I’ve used them fairly often, sometimes for scholarly purposes and … Continue reading →

In what has to be a bit of an upset, I discovered today that contrary to all my expectations there was no “e” on the end of “Old.” I had assumed that if you’re going to go with “Ye” you’d … Continue reading →

One of the unexpected things I found in that big box last week—in fact, the thing that was right on top—was this lovely drawing by Rice’s first architecture professor, William Ward Watkin, for a “College Inn.” Quite some time ago … Continue reading →

I looked into a box today that I’d never noticed before even though I probably have walked past it several time a week for the last fifteen years or so. It’s a big box, and a flat one. To my … Continue reading →