Southeast Missouri State College Archives

September 1, 2015

Our Google

I ran across a box of poorly fixed and fading pictures that I must have taken for The Sagamore.

Here a student is using the wireless research application we had available to us at Kent Library. It had a lot of advantages: it didn’t require batteries, power, expensive hubs and routers, rewiring the building, and it never froze up and needed to be rebooted.

In the interest of full disclosure, on a cold day, the USER might be frozen (see below), and, if they made excessive noise, Dr. Snider might boot them from the learning facility.

Exercise a side benefit

You had to trudge to the library through slush and snow in the winter or broiling heat in the summer, uphill both ways.
Once you had determined that there was a reference material you needed, you had to prowl the stacks hoping that nobody had checked the book out before you got to it.
If you were lucky enough to find it, then you’d have to carry a mountain of books back home (up the hill) to do your work.
When done, you’d have to haul the materials back.

July 27, 2015July 29, 2015

SEMO Indian R.I.P.

I was cleaning out the hall closet that held a bunch of newspaper clippings and old school papers this afternoon. In the midst of yellowing newsprint more suitable for confetti than reading, I found this folder from my 1965 freshman orientation.

Poor Chief Sagamore had no idea that he and every vestige of his Indian heritage would be exiled only a few decades later.

Look to your left, look to your right

This was a listing of special events. I must have been taking notes on it so I could perform my duties as The Missourian’s campus correspondence. I drove poor editor jBlue crazy because I was supposed to be covering the school, but I spent as little time as possible on campus. Chasing sirens was a lot more fun.

All I can remember from the Houck Stadium Freshman Welcome was sitting in the bleachers and hearing some guy delivering the old lines, “Look to your left, look to your right. Next [can’t remember if he said “semester” or “year”) one of you won’t be here.

He was right. Two years later, I transferred to Ohio University, a school that wasn’t run like a Charleston high school. If you think I’m exaggerating, check out the Student Handbook.

Songs

In case we felt like breaking into song, a small sheet of appropriate songs was included. I visited the SEMO website to find that the alma mater hasn’t changed (although the current version has another verse. Maybe ours did too, but they thought memorizing TWO verses might be too much for us frosh.).

The four songs contain seven references to “Indians” or “Braves.”

Give Me An “I”

The administration must have thought we more capable of cheering than singing because we were given a list of 13 cheers printed on canary-colored paper.

Give Me an “I” was a call and response where the cheerleaders would yell, “Give me an ‘I,” at which point we were supposed to echo “I” back at them. This was repeated for “N,” “D,” “I,” “A,” “N” and “S.”

To make sure we got it, the cheerleaders would ask, “What does that spell?”

The proper response was “INDIANS!” repeated louder three times.

March 20, 2015

English Prof Gerald Mills

I probably shot English Prof Gerald Mills for The Sagamore. I’m pretty sure he was married to Linda Mills, who worked in the newsroom at The Missourian.

If I’m remembering that correctly, one night they invited me over to meet one of their friends who was a professional magazine freelancer. He wasn’t a big name, but he had some nice photos in his portfolio and was very patient when I kept pulling mediocre photo after mediocre photo from a stack of paper boxes I had brought along.

Difference between a good and bad photographer

Mostly silent through the cascade of crappy images, when he saw the last print come out of the last box, he sighed, looked me in the eye and said, kindly, “The difference between a good photographer and bad photographer is that a good photographer never shows his bad pictures.”

Point made.

I can’t think of his name now, but we stayed in touch for a number of years. He was good about sending me lists of publications looking for stock freelance photos. I don’t think I ever sold anything, but it was good experience to pitch my work.

March 12, 2015

Scuffle in the Stands

By the end of basketball season, you start looking for different angles. I shot some floor action at the Regionals March 1, 1967, then went up into the stands to get some high shots.

At what looks like the end of a game, a difference of opinion broke out. I only had time to shoot three frames before it was all over.

It was such a nothing event The Missourian didn’t run a photo, and I don’t think the cops were even aware it happened. (You can click on the photo to make it larger.)

That’s the way disagreements were solved in the old days before everybody was packing heat and “standing their ground.”

Here was a scuffle at a stock car race where the police WERE involved.