Monthly Archives: September 2016

Some cheering words from Coach Heisman in the (somewhat worse for the wear) 1925 program for Rice’s annual Thanksgiving Day game with Baylor: Go Owls. Bonus: Where the heck did these come from? They weren’t there yesterday when I left.

We have in the Woodson folders that contain documentation of every commencement. Especially for the early years these folders became repositories for all kinds of interesting and unusual things that the librarians didn’t know what to do with. I went … Continue reading →

This isn’t what I had planned to write about today but as I read this knew I wasn’t going to be able to talk about anything else right now. It’s a tribute written by Dr. Lovett in honor of George … Continue reading →

I had a full day of travel today and cannot gather myself to write anything of substance. I offer only these two images. The first was taken by Paul Hester in 1983: I took this second one from the same … Continue reading →

So the reason I found Mr. Cohn’s scrapbook the other day was that I was looking for something in one of the Treasurer’s Office scrapbooks from the 1940s. I can no longer recall what that thing was. However, I did … Continue reading →

This one has it all–a motorcycle, a roadster, a guy in drag, strangely phrased and vaguely threatening posters . . . and a milk can with bucket. They’re downtown, by the way, on Lamar Street right where the new Hilcorp … Continue reading →

This is one of the few times I was able to find exactly what I was looking for without any drama or weird curve balls. I hardly know how to act. I got a lot of email about the location … Continue reading →

I had a ridiculous day today. It was one crazy thing after another and I never stopped running. I was reduced to eating a piece of cold leftover pizza for lunch on the go. My feet hurt. Here, though, is … Continue reading →

Flipping through the records relating to campus sculptures a while back I came across these images of the Carl Milles work “The Sisters” being restored in early 1986. It’s normal for outdoor sculptures to receive periodic cleaning but what caught … Continue reading →

That’s Red Bale ’36, beloved student athlete, coach, and Athletic Director. Heaven only knows what mischief he’s gotten into here. He doesn’t look to worried, though.