University of Arkansas Monticello - Boll Weevil Yearbook (Monticello, AR)

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oA Donald A. Clarke Chancellor McGehee, Arkansas A M 1943-44 It was 1943-44. The campus of UAM- then Arkansas A M-accomodated a student body of 200 dry land sailors in Horsfall Hall, about 20 girls and a few male civilian students. The campus was quiet and beautiful. It was a time of long, lazy days with bridge games between classes in the old ‘Commons’ building, 26¢ lunches at Eddy P. Kimbrough’s store where the theatre is now located, ‘smooch- ing’-if a date could be found-on the edge of the pond with its ducks and lily pads, snowball fights between the ser- vices, running a two mile obstacle course in the field across from the Fine | Arts Building, running non-stop to Mon- ticello for swimming tests, restriction to campus except for weekends, riding a rickety school bus to Monticello for the Saturday night movie, occasional dances in the old Armory, and 10:00 p.m. ‘Taps’ on a bugle signalling lights out. It was 1943-44-ah, youth! Top: SADIE HAWKINS DAY -¢an arouse a smile in ev- eryone. Above: CLAUDIA DENSON shakes off excess egg after a bad catch. © Right: NOT DETERRED by his injury a student enjoys the activities.

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The pie-eating contest, though relatively easy, WaS a mess; an insult to unopposing coconut creme and chocolate pies. A fool is born a minute, and for fun some play the Extinguish-the-cigar-with-a-water-gun Con- test. Those who live dangerously may prefer the egg-toss, with mixed doubles for the country-club set. Then there is the tug-of- war, designed for those who want to look macho then let the big guys do the pulling. The day, which is no longer the traditional turnabout for males and females, drew to a close with a dance featuring ‘‘Catfish and the Hushpuppies.”’ Above right: ONE LAST TUG does it as some foresters pull their opponents to defeat. Above: MOST STUDENTS come dressed in the tradi- tional “‘hayseed’’ garb, Ken Cardenas makes his ap- pearance as an Arab. Right: EXTINGUISHING A CIGAR with a water gun is not as easy as it seems.

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DWANE POWELL Dwane Powell’s career as a political cartoonist began as absent-minded drawings to pass the time during classes at the University of Arkansas at Mon- ticello. Powell was an agriculture major at UAM, but by his junior year, editorial cartooning had become his first love. His drawings began to appear in the Cam- pus Herald and Advance Monticellonian, and by the time he was ready to graduate in 1970, he knew cartooning was his chosen field. Thus began the career of one of the nation’s hot- test political cartoonists. Drexel Dwane Powell Jr., born in Lake Village and raised in McGehee, is the editorial cartoonist for the Raleigh (N.C.) News and Observer. Although not as famous in his home state as George Fisher of the Arkansas Gazette, Powell is Arkansas’ best-known political cartoonist. His car- toons are syndicated nationwide by the Los Angeles Times News Service and can be seen in such publi- cations as Time and Newsweek. In 1978, Powell won the Overseas Press Club cita- tion and was honored by the National Headliners Club. For his accomplishments, he has been named UAM'’s Distinguished Alumnus for 1979. Powell began his career as a reporter, photogra- pher and cartoonist for the Hot Springs Sentinel, and made stops in at the San Antonio Light and Cincinnati Enquirer before landing in Raleigh in 1974. His sharp wit has been turned on everyone from Richard Nixon and Jimmy Carter to Billy Graham. “Cartooning is my way of expressing myself,” says Powell. ‘‘!It gives me a great deal of satisfaction to be able to say what | think.”’ Drexel Dwane Powell | Raleigh, North Carolina A M 1964-66, 68-70 After a rather undistinguished first three years at UAM, the folks in the administration building decided I'd be better suited on a tractor than in a class room. Prior to my exile, | indulged in the usual hanky-panky stuff, like panty raids, stealing other schools’ mascots, seeing who could chug the most beer between Dermott and McGehee, sleeping in class, drawing nasty pictures in the student union, and visiting the dean of men. Some of the ducks in the pond owe their presence there to the time Roger Bocox and | were tooling around drinking beer in the boonies one night and stuffed eight white ducks from who knows where into the trunk. We unloaded them at the pond, and Doc Boyd scratched a groove in his dome the next morning trying to figure out where they came from. | remember a bunch of provincial rules, especially regarding lady folk. If you got caught kissin’, or even holdin’ hands, you could expect a little enc ounter with the Dean of Women. The offense might have been something like Public display of affec- tion. Chaulk it up to experience, and good and bad memories, | suppose. After two years of farming, | parked the tractor in the turn-row, jumped in my car, grimy clothes and all, and registered for another try at my degree. Two years of eating dust made me a lot more serious about an education this time around ... but somehow, | never could give up drawing nasty pictures.