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13
Aug 11

The 1901 yearbook

8/16 UPDATE: This piece has been syndicated at The War Eagle Reader.

I won an auction earlier this week for one of Auburn’s 1901 yearbooks. (You know I collect these, right? Here are the covers of more than 100 years of history. You can see the inner details from a few select years, too.)

There were two annuals in 1901, the traditional Glomerata, which was then all of five years old, and this one, The Chrysalis:

1901Chrysalis

No one in this book would recognize the place today. From their point of view, only Samford Hall, Langdon Hall, the University Chapel and Hargis Hall remain. One of the advertisers in the back of the book would be familiar to modern eyes, and nowhere inside is there a reference to Tigers or War Eagle. Auburn, A.P.I. and the Orange and Blue are used interchangeably as the names of the place and collective people.

But why were there two yearbooks? The editors of The Chrysalis explained that the independent students were being shut out by the Greeks. Because they were organized, the seven fraternities, making up about a third of the student body, felt they could dictate terms. (Read the complete argument and rationale for the Chrysalis.)

The Chrysalis complains that each fraternity got a member on the Glomerata’s editorial board, and the non-fraternity students were represented by only one person. This led to the best sentence, and the worst rationale ever, to explain the purpose of something like a yearbook.

“The non-fraternity men demanded equal representation on the Advisory Board, which they should have had, for eight of the eleven players on the Varsity Foot-ball Team belonged to their number …”

Football

(The football team, by the way, went undefeated that year. Auburn hosted “the Nashville boys” and defeated them in a cold rain, 28-0. They traveled next to Birmingham to face a Knoxville team that was “the strongest team we played.” After the game people that stayed in Auburn received a telegram “We have met the enemy and they are ours.” Auburn won 23-0. Up next were “the Tuscaloosa boys,” as Auburn and Alabama (the yearbook didn’t use their name) met in Montgomery. Auburn thrashed ‘Bama, 53-5. But that game wasn’t the finale as it is today. Back then Georgia was still the biggest game of the year. In this, just the seventh meeting of the Deep South’s Oldest Rivalry, Auburn whipped Georgia 44-0. A capacity crowd of 3,500, watched the game, according to the yearbook.)

The dispute between the fraternities and independents raged and, ultimately, a panel of professors stepped in to arbitrate. Those three professors decided the Glomerata’s editorial board should be more evenly divided. But that didn’t happen.

“(T)his time, as usual, they were offered ONE and told that they did not deserve more – this was not accepted, and it was decided to publish a non-fraternity annual.”

Editors

And so there they are, the editors of the non-fraternity book. The Chrysalis was published for only the one year. How the dispute was resolved in 1902 remains a mystery to me. I don’t yet have that edition in my collection.

Here’s the sophomore class of 1901. How young:

Sophomores

I collect these because they look great on the shelf and they are stuffed with history. There’s a great history lesson of the university in this book, too, written by Professor O.D. Smith, who taught English and mathematics. Soon after writing this history he would find himself serving as the interim president. Today Smith Hall is named in his honor. (You can read his full accounting here.) Here’s a lengthy excerpt:

The Alabama Polytechnic Institute and A. & M. College was one among the last of the land grant colleges established under the act of congress passed in 1862, known as the Morrill Act. Owing to the confusion and demoralization incident to the reconstruction period, the donation of land script granted by the act was not accepted by the State Legislature until December 26, 1868. The amount of land allotted to the state was 240,000 acres. A Board of Commissioners was appointed to receive and sell the land script and invest the proceeds in Alabama bonds. The amount of bonds ultimately purchased was $353,000.

A striking commentary upon the unsavory financial operations of that period is, that over three years elapsed before the sale and investment was completed. A still more remarkable fact is, that not a trace of a record exists of these large transactions. During this period, a large part of the fund was misappropriated to the use of the state and came dangerously near being lost in the wrecked finances of the state.

By an act of the Legislature approved February 26, 1872, by Gov. R. B. Lindsey, the offer of the grounds and building of the East Alabama Male College, made by the Alabama Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church South, was accepted and the A. & M. College was located at Auburn

[…]

The first session of the college was thus inaugurated March 25, 1872. A provision was made that the senior class of the old college should complete their course and graduate at the usual time, and should be recognized as Alumni of the A. & M. college. The usual commencement was held in June, and this class received their diplomas, but it was provided that the session should continue through the summer and close the 30th of October. The theory seemed to have been that the summer was especially adapted to the acquisition of Agricultural knowledge. One experiment was enough. It was never repeated. During this year, owing to the bankrupt condition of the state Treasury, the college received but a small part of its interest. The close of the session found it burdened with debt, which necessitated a reduction of the faculty, and a reorganization of its work …

The college reopened Jan 1st, 1873. This was really the beginning of the first session of the independent existence of the college, and the class of 1873 was the first class to graduate at a commencement held exclusively under the auspices of the new college.

It is well to mention that the number of students matriculated that year was 103, and of that number only 47 were in the college classes. From such a small beginning, the college has risen to its present numbers, when its graduating class for the present year is twenty per cent larger than the entire number of college students the first year of its existence.

The location of the college was fortunate. Auburn had been famous as an educational center, and the seat of much wealth, refinement and culture. The Methodist church had established in 1858 an excellent classical college, officered by some of the ablest educators in the south. The college, its buildings, equipment, patronage and good will, were all conveyed to the state. According to the records, the most zealous and effective workers in securing this transfer to the state were the present treasurer, E.T. Glenn, Esq., and the first president of the Board of Trustees, the Hon. W. H. Barnes.

Under the first charter of the College, the Board of Trustees was a self perpetuating body, electing their successors whenever a vacancy occurred, with the exception of the Governor and the Superintendent of Education, ex-officio members. The change made by the present constitution providing for their appointment is of doubtful advantage, as it opens the way for partisan political influence, than which nothing can be more disastrous to an institution for higher education.

[…]

Naturally at first the institution encountered serious difficulties. It was an experiment, and it had to meet both jealousy and prejudice. There was much ill concealed skepticism as to the practicability of combining mental discipline and intellectual culture with practical training in the arts and sciences. The financial resources were limited to the interest on the bonds paid for some years in depreciated currency which the college was compelled to dispose of at as much as 25 per cent discount. In addition to this embarrassment, the college was burdened by a heavy debt incurred the first year, from the failure of the state to pay the interest on its bonds. And yet this decade was not an era of stagnation, its curriculum was extended, its faculty increased and new chairs established … The average attendance was 151 …

The second decade, the beginning of its period of development on scientific lines, was ushered in by the election of Dr. Wm. Le Roy Broun, president … The college was just beginning to move forward under the impulse of these new forces when the main building and all its contents were burned June 24, 1887. This seeming disaster proved a blessing in disguise. With the insurance on the old building and an appropriation of $50,000 by the state, the present Chemical Laboratory and main building were erected, giving much increased facilities for college work.

The laboratories destroyed by the fire were re-established, enlarged and better equipped, and the department of Biology was established in 1889. New energy and increased zeal seemed to be infused into every department and the growth of the college in patronage and in every direction was much greater in the five years succeeding the fire than in the five preceding years. The average annual attendance from 1882 to 1887 was 141, from 1887 to 1892 was 235, an increase of over seventy per cent.

[…]

The third decade has been characterized by growth and development in all the old departments, and by the addition of several new ones. Of these the most important were Pharmacy and Electrical Engineering … The shops of Mechanic Arts department have been greatly enlarged … A large three story building has been added as an annex to the Chemical Laboratory, which is devoted to the departments of Chemistry, Pharmacy and Mechanical Engineering. Three commodious buildings have been erected for the use of the department of Veterinary Science. Three large rooms in the main building and a separate dynamo building has been provided for the Electrical department. A separate State Chemical Laboratory has just been completed. One of the most important additions is the library, which has been created almost during this decade and under the management of its efficient librarian, Prof. C. S. Thach and the library committee, has become one of the best collections of books in the state. To sum up, there have erected nearly a dozen separate structures, some of them most handsome … The buildings and equipment are easily valued at $200,000 and yet the demand for more is urgent …

During this decade the annual average attendance has been 325. The enrollment for the present year has reached 412, of that number 341 are from Alabama, and 68 from thirteen other states and three from Cuba and Nicaragua.

Cadet Band

(T)he number of permanent instructors six, attached to the experiment station, not connected with the faculty of instruction, one associate chemist and four assistants – total 27. The present income approximates $58,000 … An institution is known by its graduates. These are its epistles read of all men; and by their career and success is to be judged the worth of the training given by their Alma Mater. Among the 579 graduates, the idlers can be counted on the fingers of one hand. Farmers, engineers, chemists, lawyers, physicians, ministers, teachers, business men are all included in the list: not less than 80 per cent of the entire number following employments closely related to the physical sciences, and other than the so-called learned professions. Not a few have achieved distinguished success. The profession of teaching has claimed a large number and the graduates of this institution are to be found in many of the important colleges and universities of the south.

co-education

Co-education cautiously attempted by the college has proved a success. The young women have demonstrated an ample ability to master the most difficult subjects of the curriculum and easily take rank among the first in their classes. There has been entire harmony in the relation of the two sexes …

Paper

In conclusion I would urge there is a great work yet to be accomplished in Alabama by this institution. What it has already accomplished is but vantage ground for still higher achievement. It is to be hoped that the Alabama Polytechnic will do its full share in the great work of leading the state to higher and better things. And this it will do, as year by year, with the guidance of able trustees and a competent faculty, and with the earnest support of its alumni, and the sympathy of all good citizens it strives towards the full accomplishment of the ideal of its founders in sending forth class after class of young men who are once scholars and trained specialists, public spirited citizens and technical experts; young men of broad intelligence and sound morality who are able and willing to address themselves to any of the practical problems of life.

Remember: You can see all of my covers here and details of a few books here. Also, there’s the complete argument and rationale for the Chrysalis and Professor Smith’s full historical account here. That one is lengthy, and probably only of interest to serious Auburn enthusiasts.

And now, the last of the pictures that I scanned from the book. Just because.

The pastoral turn of the 20th century setting of Auburn, Ala. I think this is from perhaps the belfry of Samford Hall, looking into town. What do you think?

View

Here’s a street view. The book does not say which street. Maybe it wasn’t even named yet. I’m guessing it is the modern College Street.

Street

And, finally, a page of ads from the back of the book. This page features the only business name recognizable to contemporary students:

Toomers


31
Jul 11

Catching up

You’ve seen a lot of pictures here over the last week. Here are just a few more, all from our trip out west.

Rain in macro in a Washington forest:

Washington

Cedar, anyone?

Washington

Even the stumps are huge out there:

Washington

Cannon Beach, Ore.:

Oregon

Mussels at low tide on Cannon Beach:

Oregon

Scrub tree on top of the giant rocks at Cannon Beach:

Oregon

Go fly a kite! On a beach! As insults sound, that sounds pretty good …

Oregon

Darkness falls on the mountains behind Cannon Beach:

Oregon

I found the real batmobile, with white wall tires, in Portland, Ore.:

Oregon

A favorite selection from Portland’s International Test Rose Garden. Never did find out the variety, and the color in this picture hardly does the flower justice:

Oregon

These, and more, will all be in the photo gallery soon. Also, did you notice the new banners across the top and bottom of this page? Did you know you can see an archive of all of those pictures here?


30
Jul 11

Breakfast, and lunch and dinner, with guests

Our friends Brian and Elizabeth came down last night to spend the evening. They are picking up their daughter from her grandparents and decided to make a trip of it. We grilled steaks last night, had a big breakfast this morning and then they retrieved their eight-year-old who, apparently, was the star of the show over the last week. Seems a bunch of older kids fawned over her and you know how that can be.

She doesn’t let it go to her head, though.

Also, she’s getting very tall. And I’m resisting the urge to do that “LOOK HOW BIG YOUR GETTING!” thing that annoys every kid. “We should put a cinderblock on your head!” Cranium pressure, blunt trauma, concussions. Charming. “You’re growing like a weed!” You’re an undesirable and I want to spray you and pull you out by your roots. Would you really!?

So we took Taylor to the pool, Brian and Elizabeth thought that would give her a good reason for falling asleep on the car ride home.

Only two boys there had a football and Brian and I found ourselves in a pool-wide football game. Tackling was dunking the ball carrier. Sometimes there was rushing, sometimes there wasn’t. Other kids were in the way and the pool has a brick-lined side wall, but surprisingly no one was hurt.

Brian’s team won, but only by one score. I played great, thank you for asking. One bystander was actually a football coach, who told me later that if I weren’t too old, out of shape, slow and if there was such a thing as water football he might think of cutting me from his team. And we were far more tired than Taylor was. So we had dinner and sent them home. And after they left I was pretty much done.

Nice to see them, though. I have lunch with Brian regularly, still, but it has been months since we’ve had the chance to visit with the whole family. We’ve got to talk them into driving past all of their other options and meeting us in Montgomery for barbecue.


11
Jul 11

My numismatics stimulus plan

Penny

I seldom get change, and I long ago deleted the Currency ‘N’ You feed from my RSS reader, so I’m behind on this, but I must ask: was there something wrong with the Lincoln Memorial?

Did they lose the carving template? Have to replace the stamp heads at the mint?

Because, surely, one of the greatest monuments a society has to offer wasn’t found unworthy of including on our smallest monetary unit.

Lincoln, himself, seems a bit different. On this particular penny it looks as though he shaved his cheeks, but maintains a goatee. Some of the detail could be polished down, though, so let’s give that a pass. But the Memorial? The Presidential $1 Coin Act of 2005 does us a disservice here. Marian Anderson, Martin Luther King Jr., Richard Nixon meeting the protestors, a scene for every movie that is set in Washington D.C. Best of all: did you know you can see Lincoln’s statue inside the Memorial on the penny?

No doubt the intention was to give people some reason to be excited about the currency again. (Having some always makes people enthusiastic.) Change is good, people are fickle and get bored. Sure. But, this Captain America castoff?

Seems a lot of people have this view. There are 141 comments there, and four people admitting liking the new shield theme. (A diluted version of the British pound’s redesign.) Not a good percentage, but since no one has any money …

I’ve yet to see any of the 2009 pennies. I want to like them, but everything Fast Company says about them is true:

In honor of Lincoln’s 200th birthday, the penny fell victim to an image series of four cartoony tableaus of Lincoln’s life: his famously non-descript log cabin; a hilariously buff, superhero Lincoln reading on a log; a disproportionately statuesque Lincoln standing in front of the Illinois Capitol Building (which everyone will mistake as the U.S. Capitol); and finally the U.S. Capitol Building itself, bizarrely under construction. As a set, the coins look nothing like each other–“United States of America” appears in different type sizes; “One Cent” in different sizes and arrangements–and individually, they make no sense as a timeline of Lincoln’s life.

After reading that I went through all my coins, just to be sure I didn’t have any of those offending Lincolns. Lots of the old Memorial coins, about two dollars worth, there are all of the state quarters and, somehow, 42 varieties of nickels.

Dimes will be next, then. Maybe they can sell them out to sponsorships. Now there’s an economic stimulus plan no one has considered.

Hey, buddy, can you spare a Google?

Added a Google+ button to the top of the page, moved around the icons and so on. Come visit! Catch up on Twitter. There’ll be something on Facebook. I’m everywhere!


8
Jul 11

My Google+ page is at the bottom of this post

Broke my bike. Or at least the tire.

wheel

Aww. My first flat.

Changing tires isn’t hard. There’s roughly 48,000 videos on YouTube of varying quality that can walk you through the process. The thing none of them discuss is thumb strength. You need it.

So I wrestle with the tire, forfeiting my opportunity to ride this morning. Theres was a time crunch. Finally get everything situated and discover a chain rub. Well, good. Can’t figure that out on my own and the solution is the bike shop. I was taking it in next week for a tune up anyway, but now I’ll lose the weekend.

And I had such great rides planned for the weekend.

Took the Yankee to the airport and, afterward, found myself very hungry. My Chinese last night wasn’t the tastiest, never settled well and didn’t stick around long. So, where to go?

My friend and noted foodie Chadd Scott suggested I try Sprayberry’s Barbecue. One of the young members of that family is a student of The Yankee’s and we’ve been trying to visit, but every time we pass through they are closed. (Why can a barbecue joint be open at 2 a.m., anyway?)

The timing worked. It got a recommendation. Had to be done.

Here’s my lunch:

Cue

As I said on Twitter, I grew up in the center of the BBQ universe. I’ve had BBQ in restaurants, gas stations, shacks and off the back of pickup trucks. I’ve had Thai barbecue, smart casual barbecue, in environments where the 1950s decor that never evolved and on more grills than you could count. Sprayberry is good y’all.

I met one of the other young men from the Sprayberry family. He told me that part of the ceiling was original. This is from the 1926 gas station:

center>Ceiling

Calvin Coolidge was president when Mr. Sprayberry had that ceiling installed. Consider that for a second.

So I drove through tiny Newnan to get back to the interstate. Found this little factory will missing windowpanes, burning lights and the distant sound of production inside:

center>factory

What a great look that building had. No sign, though. Maybe, I discovered later, because I was standing at the back of the property. Google Maps was no help in trying to figure out the name of the place.

The banner across the bottom of the blog is also from that building. I love the guy walking. Makes it look very dynamic. The banner across the top, meanwhile, is from just a few blocks away. Do you remember those books from childhood that spread an entire city panorama before you? Everything was moving, everyone in town was there and things were going on everywhere. (Similar to this.) I always loved those settings. So much to see! So many expressions to study!

That’s what that corner, where I shot the top banner, looked like. Utility workers were busy on both sides of the intersection. The roads were humming along. People were working on one side of the street and there were people standing and talking intently across from them. Busy little moment in a sleepy Southern town.

Made it home and to the bike shop. Described the problem. Was assured, by the third person I’ve seen working there (I’ve been there three times) that they’d get it figured out.

And then he asked how you changed gears on my bike. Promising.

Came home. Read for a while. Had dinner, wiping out the remaining chicken tortilla soup, a recipe from Henry’s Puffy Tacos in San Antonio, Texas as found in the Off the Eaten Path book. Stuff is even better after you let it sit for two days.

Sorry. Dozed off during a Fraiser marathon. I was icing my shoulder and woke up to the interminable Golden Girls theme song. The ice pack was still mostly ice, so the nap wasn’t long, but that’s enough to chase me to bed. I must now wrap up my evening’s festivities, put everything away, including this.

Find me on Google+. Finally got one of my invites to work today. I spent part of the evening tinkering with the site, getting used to the interface and wondering “How many platforms does one need, anyway? Fatigue sets in. Time to feed the monster is finite. Something has to yield. Which will it be?