Samford University - Entre Nous Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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Music, music, everywhere. Oh, how our ears did ring I ' -re '- Music, music, everywhere. When will she learn to sing? I ' Inn 1 lllll ll III . ll Ill 1 in my it The Fine Arts building progressed so slowly. Fingers of ice, picket lines, and rivers of rain held the workmen from their job. Everywhere ears suffered the tortures of music students' practicing, with only a moment's ease when accomplishment was attained and a concert was heard. Where is the pride of Summer, - the green prime, - The many, many leaves all twinkling? - three On the mossed elm, three on the naked lime Trembling, - and one upon the old oak tree! -Hood Through the goodness of a trustee of the College, W. Clarence Gardner, hundreds ot live water oaks were set out. Closely following were planted magnolias and conifers. Shrubbery sprouted in patches, compliments of Dodd Nursery of Mobile in memory ot Mrs. Tom Dodd, Sr. Murky brown quicksand oozed at every sidewalk's edge. For the rain, it raineth every day. -Shakespeare Then the trucks rolled in loaded with blocks of sod, and the sections were placed over the brown bother.

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Up sprang Harwell G. Davis Hall, the library. The name of a man of great wisdom was bestowed on a house of knowledge. All around the campus' focal point grew more buildings. Brick on brick they rose until they stood with open doors to receive the coming generations. Wisdom is the principal thingy therefore get wisdomp and with all thy getting get understanding. -Proverbs 4:7 This was the first step. Workmen built an administration building that was never to be old main. lt was named Frank P. Samford Hallg the center of activity was dubbed for a busy man who lent the backing for the initial move. In 'I955 the cornerstone was laid amid a bustle of activity and reunion-one of the most memorial H-Days ever. The first step, my son, which one makes in the world, is the one on which depends the rest of our days. -Voltaire How great a matter a little fire kindleth! -James 3:5

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,i milf 1' I 5 Spring came. The work was resumed. The 'Y Q F iw 'E 3 gy f walls went up, still slowly. Ther n' is no werkman whatever he be, That may both werken wel and hastily. Chaucer V ' '- TTTTT7'TTWM ':2W:W'f ':f'TF'T'A'Tf'i'T-KTTH Y - .I - Q. Y ' : . 1 l ,. f' X Q 3 , I - Q ' ' . I We lived with the whirr and growl of the movement forward. We awakened to the rumble of trucks and cats. We moved in the rhythm of the crane. Man goeth forth unto his work and his labour until the evening.' --Psalms 104:23 The mechanical laborers bit into the earth and spit forth from the Mud Bowl tons of rock and dirt. We waited so impatiently for the old campus to be sold. Would we have one floor of the gymnasium in the fall, or would the entire structure lend itself to play? 5' 4 .n-..l'-I PL.: