In scrounging around for photos of the campus for a previous posting, I ran across a bunch of photos that were taken in May 1957 recording a prank that my friends, fellow MSM Amateur Radio Club members played on me. They stole my shoes off of my feet - not just one pair, but a second pair that I had walked home barefoot to obtain. The first pair had been placed atop the Rolla Building - home to the humanities department. That building, one of the oldest on campus, played a large part in my campus life as its basement housed the MSM Amateur Radio Club. We had a folded-dipole antenna suspended between the smokestack of the powerplant and the top of the Rolla Building.
First, a photo of the Rolla Building (on the left) with a portion of the next-door mechanical engineering building (note the smokestack behind it.) You know that this is not a photo taken in my day because (1) no one was allowed to play games on campus, then, and (2) look at all of the women! (This photo is looking west.)
Now, a photo of the Rolla Building in May 1957 - with me on the roof to retrieve shoes. I'm the tiny speck at the base of the left-hand antenna mast - the folded-dipole isn't visible in this photo - which was taken looking north.
I have no idea who had the bright idea of taking pictures of the whole fiasco (about a full roll's worth); but, the photo club had its darkroom across the hall from the radio club's "shack". I'll spare you most of the photos; but the photo, below, shows toward the end of the melee.
Note that Bob (the guy in ROTC uniform, above) has at least one pair of my shoes.
After it was all over, Hunky Husband (we had started dating in February) took time to recoup, sitting on the top step of the stairs to the radio club "shack".
Since I ran into another photo of Hunky Husband, I'm posting it, below - for Bogie, mostly! The photo is from May 1958 and shows HH in the house that we shared with Elder Brother and his wife. We had married January 1, 1958.
BTW: Part of a mother's responsibility is to embarrass her kids. How am I doing, Bogie?
And I got dumped in the horsetrough for being an obnoxious know-it-all ;-)
Posted by: Ole Phat Stu | October 18, 2014 at 12:58 PM
Haven't embarrassed me a bit - fun to read and see about things in your early life.
Posted by: bogie | October 18, 2014 at 09:10 PM
I should have known that you were tough enough to take it, Bogie. *laughing*
Posted by: Cop Car | October 19, 2014 at 11:47 AM
It is fun looking at old photos. And seeing that college life stays pretty much the same over the years. I walked around my Alma Mater a couple of months ago and the kids looked petty much the same as when I went to school. Some things never change. Except like you said there are more women now than when you attended.
Posted by: Ingineer66 | October 19, 2014 at 09:38 PM
That's amazing. Things certainly have changed!!!
Posted by: Hattie | October 22, 2014 at 07:07 PM
Interesting: Ingineer writes, "Some things never change." while Hattie writes, "Things certainly have changed!!!" Both statements are undoubtedly true.
Modes of dress have certainly changed - especially for women. Women wore skirts in the 1950s. Neither men nor women wore shorts to school. It's really interesting to go on-campus for physics seminars and committee meetings these days - but - they are held at my 2nd campus (and HH's 4th!)
Posted by: Cop Car | October 24, 2014 at 09:28 AM
Stu--Just now retrieved your comment about being dunked in the horse trough. I need to do better!
A few days following the above-posted shoe incident, essentially the same bunch of guys (minus HH - he may already have gone home to St Louis) and I went for a picnic on the day when my last final (Scientific German) was scheduled. (Everyone else in the group had already finished their finals.)
I drank a little too much gin. The guys were kind enough to throw me in the river - ostensibly, to sober me up. (It wasn't all that effective.) I had no time to go to my apartment to change clothes, but one of the guys gave me a raincoat (translucent plastic) to wear over my soggy clothes to the final. I recall watching my hand writing my translation, and thinking that it was not my hand.
I did better on the final than in any of my previous Scientific German finals; but, I was surprised that Prof Schrag didn't pitch me out of class. (He just smiled. Perhaps he was remembering his own school days?)
Posted by: Cop Car | October 29, 2014 at 03:58 PM