Winter / Spring 2007 - University of Arkansas at Monticello
Winter / Spring 2007 - University of Arkansas at Monticello
Winter / Spring 2007 - University of Arkansas at Monticello
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A&M Memories<br />
“Doorknob” Remembers Life <strong>at</strong> A&M in the l<strong>at</strong>e ‘30’s<br />
(The following article was written by James R. Clark <strong>of</strong> Grapevine, Texas.<br />
Clark is a 1940 gradu<strong>at</strong>e <strong>of</strong> <strong>Arkansas</strong> A&M College and earned an M.S. from<br />
the <strong>University</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Arkansas</strong> <strong>at</strong> Fayetteville. He is 89 years old, a World War II<br />
veteran, and married to Julia Holland <strong>of</strong> Glendale for 65 years. Clark retired as<br />
superintendent <strong>of</strong> schools in Ranger, Texas after 36 years in the teaching.)<br />
When I went to <strong>Monticello</strong> A&M, there was no one who needed<br />
college like I did. My life turned around <strong>at</strong> A&M. When I was a<br />
junior <strong>at</strong> Fordyce High School, I was 4- , weighed 95 pounds and<br />
was tongue-tied. Because I was a runt, I didn’t play football. Our<br />
football team had Paul “Bear” Bryant, Jim Benton, and other large<br />
men. I never had a d<strong>at</strong>e in high school or went to a party. I think they<br />
invited me just to be nice. I was laughed <strong>at</strong> so much th<strong>at</strong> I buried<br />
myself in reading books. I could read six to eight books a day. I read<br />
more books in the county library than anyone in Dallas County but I<br />
was too bashful to let them put a picture <strong>of</strong> me in the county paper.<br />
I gradu<strong>at</strong>ed from Fordyce in 935 but I laid out <strong>of</strong> school a year to<br />
grow. It was during the Depression when I went to A&M in the summer<br />
<strong>of</strong> 936 with 0 dollars in my pocket and two pair <strong>of</strong> long pants.<br />
Most <strong>of</strong> my earlier clothes were knickers like golfers wore. Tuition<br />
was $465 a year and most <strong>of</strong> us needed jobs to pay our way through<br />
school.<br />
For the next four years I had many jobs as I worked my way<br />
through A&M. My first job was killing peach borers in the campus<br />
trees. Then I painted rooms in Harris Hall. L<strong>at</strong>er they made me assistant<br />
trainer in football. I took up student laundry for Ford Laundry<br />
in Warren, hand-lettered le<strong>at</strong>her jackets with a boll weevil under the<br />
words <strong>Arkansas</strong> A&M, worked in the campus bookstore making sodas<br />
and buying and selling books, and graded papers for Coach Stewart<br />
Ferguson. Also, I repaired ladies shoes, which I learned how to do<br />
working in the Clark’s Shoe Shop in Fordyce. At one time I was janitor<br />
and morning wood stove lighter for Miss Ellen Knight <strong>at</strong> the training<br />
school. She had taught me in the first grade in Fordyce.<br />
I also wrote for the Weevil Outlet, the campus newspaper. I wrote<br />
a regular column <strong>of</strong> general news and an unnamed gossip column,<br />
and sent articles to the <strong>Arkansas</strong> Democr<strong>at</strong>.<br />
I typed term papers for 0 cents a page and then learned th<strong>at</strong> I<br />
could make more money actually ghost writing term papers. I read<br />
the daily lesson to Dr. Horace Adams, chairman <strong>of</strong> Social Science,<br />
who had very poor vision. I also checked every reference on student’s<br />
themes. Then I helped Dr. Adams write an article th<strong>at</strong> was published<br />
in the Southwest Historical Journal.<br />
When I went to <strong>Monticello</strong>, who would think I would make<br />
campus fame by painting a commode se<strong>at</strong>? But the commode se<strong>at</strong><br />
was in the home <strong>of</strong> President Marvin Bankston. Work superintendent<br />
Weldon Abbott told me to paint the Bankston’s b<strong>at</strong>hroom while they<br />
were out <strong>of</strong> town. To me th<strong>at</strong> meant every thing, so I painted the<br />
woodwork and commode se<strong>at</strong>. The Bankstons returned home sooner<br />
than expected and Mrs. Bankston went straight to the b<strong>at</strong>hroom.<br />
You can guess wh<strong>at</strong> happened. President Bankston liked to tell the<br />
story about wh<strong>at</strong> “Doorknob,” my nickname, had done and th<strong>at</strong><br />
story lasted all my first year as an Aggie in 936.<br />
How does the <strong>University</strong> for <strong>Arkansas</strong> <strong>at</strong> <strong>Monticello</strong> today<br />
compare with <strong>Arkansas</strong> A&M in 936 to 940? There is absolutely no<br />
comparison. Today UAM is a large institution with a large administr<strong>at</strong>ive<br />
staff and a huge staff <strong>of</strong> instructors.<br />
Back then we had three administr<strong>at</strong>ors. President Marvin<br />
Bankston was all over the campus daily, talking to students or visitors.<br />
C. C. Smith was the business manager. I would go to him to get<br />
a meal ticket on credit. Ira Hutchinson was dean and registrar. My sister,<br />
Margaret, was secretary for Dr. Bankston but during the war she<br />
served as registrar for Dean Hutchinson, who went into the service<br />
with the Second B<strong>at</strong>talion 206th Coast Artillery. This was an adequ<strong>at</strong>e<br />
staff for about 350 students.<br />
Freshman initi<strong>at</strong>ion was expected. Seniors told all freshmen to<br />
line up on the sidewalk between Harris Hall and Horsfall Hall. They<br />
ran us down the belt line twice and then proceeded to cut our hair<br />
near the scalp. Someone noticed th<strong>at</strong> my hair was longer than the<br />
others, so they shaved my head. Someone remarked th<strong>at</strong> my head<br />
looked like a doorknob and from then on “Doorknob” was all the<br />
student body called me. My parents drove over from Fordyce on<br />
Sunday and asked for James Clark. No one knew th<strong>at</strong> name. Finally<br />
my parents asked for “Doorknob” and a student told them th<strong>at</strong> I had<br />
the corner room in Sorrells Hall.<br />
It was customary for the freshmen to throw the seniors in the<br />
campus lake. My senior year I told all seniors to spread the word<br />
to meet on the ro<strong>of</strong> <strong>of</strong> the Fine Arts tower <strong>at</strong> 0 p.m. They were to<br />
bring food and drinks but no cigarettes. About 0 to midnight all<br />
freshmen got master keys and went from room to room in all the<br />
dorms looking for us. We w<strong>at</strong>ched the lights go on and <strong>of</strong>f in each<br />
room as they searched for us. They even went to the farm and downtown<br />
looking for us. Then they discovered where we were hiding because<br />
one senior lit a cigarette. When the freshmen spotted the light<br />
from the cigarette, they tried to get up to the top <strong>of</strong> the tower but<br />
we simply stood on the trapdoor. When classes started th<strong>at</strong> morning<br />
they left a guard to w<strong>at</strong>ch us. I had the bright idea th<strong>at</strong> we go down<br />
and throw the guard in the lake. Word spread th<strong>at</strong> we were down<br />
from the tower and the campus bell started tolling and all classes<br />
headed for the lake. We headed back to the tower but they captured<br />
“Fellow” Brown. So we went back to rescue Brown but soon realized<br />
it was hopeless. Then all the seniors and freshmen decided to join<br />
arms and walked into the lake together.<br />
When I gradu<strong>at</strong>ed from A&M in 940, no newspaper would hire<br />
me because I had no courses in journalism and no experience as a<br />
full-time employee <strong>of</strong> a printed paper. Then I was interviewed by C.<br />
E. Palmer who owned a chain <strong>of</strong> newspapers in three st<strong>at</strong>es. He was<br />
very impressed with my samples <strong>of</strong> work and hired me on the spot <strong>at</strong><br />
$85 a month. At the last minute I changed my mind and took a job<br />
th<strong>at</strong> paid $60 for eight months as a teacher in the Glendale ISD. Th<strong>at</strong><br />
was where I met my wife and was the beginning <strong>of</strong> a long career in<br />
the teaching pr<strong>of</strong>ession.<br />
I owe my success as a school administr<strong>at</strong>or to <strong>Arkansas</strong> A&M. They<br />
turned a bashful boy with no future into a self-confident leader. My<br />
life completely turned around <strong>at</strong> <strong>Monticello</strong> A&M.<br />
James R. “Doorknob”<br />
Clark as a senior <strong>at</strong><br />
<strong>Arkansas</strong> A&M in 1940<br />
(above) and with UAM<br />
Chancellor Jack Lassiter<br />
(left) <strong>at</strong> Homecoming<br />
2006.<br />
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