March 3, 2006

A Leaf From a Student's Diary

"... Had dinner at 12:30 o'clock. Soup pretty good, but got hold of tough steak; couldn't handle it with knife and fork, so tried my fingers. With one end of the steak in my mouth, pulled fiercely on the other end; my hand slipped--steak flew back and kicked me in the face..."

Creation of Samford's traditional yearbook, Entre Nous, is among the many "firsts" of Howard College president A. P. Montague's tenure. Like subsequent volumes, the first Entre Nous (1909-1910) preserved official events and organizations as well as details of unofficial campus life that would otherwise have been lost. The following text from that first Entre Nous, although it may be somewhat tongue-in-cheek, gives us a tantalizing glimpse of student life during the Montague administration.

March 30
I did not hear the 6:30 rising bell. Have faint recollection of hearing 7:00 o'clock inspection bell. The O.D. woke me by pulling the cover off me--15 degrees below zero! The O.D. was a good friend to me. He "rode" me.

I got down to breakfast late. We had "the usual" for breakfast. After breakfast I went to the post office; came near freezing. I got a check for $1.00 and the home paper.

I went to Latin at 8:50. Called on me. I "killed" him. Fell in late at chapel and got "stuck," but heard "Uncle George" lecture on "The Spotless Escutcheon." Went to see "Uncle George." Managed by "keeping back" the truth to get off the report for falling in late.

Had two vacant periods. Played mumble peg one hour and thirty minutes. Went to German, learned to say: "Ich weiss nicht" and "jawohl."

Had dinner at 12:30 o'clock. Soup pretty good, but got hold of tough steak; couldn't handle it with knife and fork, so tried my fingers. With one end of the steak in my mouth, pulled fiercely on the other end; my hand slipped--steak flew back and kicked me in the face. I wiped off the greasy spot with the corner of the tablecloth. As is my usual custom, made another effort to eat the steak, did the best I could, but it got me in the fifteenth round. I filled my pockets with crackers and loaf of bread and slipped out of the dining hall.

Went to chemistry laboratory after dinner, and I spilled nitric acid on my trousers. I am wearing "Old Lady's" castaways now. I like Lab., it is so fascinating and the fumes from gasses are delightful.

Drilled from 3 till 4; dropped gun on my worst corn. I said things.

Scrubbed on football team from 4:30 till 5:30. I enjoyed it fine. Just got my nose skinned, a finger "bunged" and an ankle twisted. That I don't mind in the least, rather proud of it. Will "ride" drill a week on that ankle. Swapped yarns with rest of team for 20 minutes.

Had supper at 6. Yes. Prunes!

Went to Y.M.C.A. meeting. The president called on me to read the scripture. I got a "guy" to find the place for me.

Visited from 7 till 7:40. Threw scuttle down the stairs on my way to room.

Wrote a letter to my girl. (I love my Birmingham girl, but, oh, you lassie back at home!)

I am always too sleepy at night to say my prayers. Have just written one out and pasted it on the wall over my bed; will point to it every night before I go to sleep and tell my maker that "them is my sentiments." That'll be more than some does, won't it?

That's all today.