
Simply put, McCants was a guy who made things happen, a practical man who did whatever needed to be done in service to the greater good. He taught English and Business Administration as required, served as registrar for a time, as bursar for most of his career and above all as a sort of de facto dean of students, dealing with the many and varied needs of kids who were often far from home during a time when communication with home was difficult. He just took care of things. (Those of you who worked on campus during the ’70s, ’80s and ’90s will understand what I mean when I say that McCants was the Carl McDowell of the Rice Institute.)
The early students responded to his care with deep appreciation, dedicating the 1922 Campanile to him:
After his retirement in 1953 his former students began raising raising money for a prize for accounting students named in his honor. Yesterday I ran across this 1976 brochure for these continuing efforts, which I think gives a pretty good idea of McCants’s value to the Institute:
And here’s the front cover of the same brochure. This painting was near the back doors of Allen Center for along time but I haven’t been there for a while so I can’t swear it’s still there:
