Every once in a while someone will pop out of one of these photographs with amazing vividness and immediacy, as if they had actually walked into the room. Here’s one of those people:
I’m afraid I know nothing about him. I dug around in athletics department records to absolutely no avail. I’m guessing late ’40s because I think he’s in the old stadium but really it’s just a guess. Anyone know anything?
Bonus: This door is in the back stairwell of Fondren, at the 4th floor. The reason for the arrows drawn on it is that there used to be doorknobs on the doors rather than pulls and there was no rhyme or reason to which direction the knobs on each floor turned. At some point somebody got tired of always turning the wrong way and drew the guides. They aren’t needed anymore, obviously, but there they remain. I feel like that sometimes too.
