University of Alabama - Corolla Yearbook (Tuscaloosa, AL)

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When Henry Ford introduced his first Model-T, all America rejoiced in ecstasy. Nothing could have been more fun than a ride down a country road in an open auto- mobile with goggles and frilly hats tied firmly in place. However, the joy was short-lived as the family piled out and it became apparent that the four-wheeled vehicle could not be tied to a hitching post nor could it be patted on the spare tire and told to go to pasture. It had to be parked. It was a problem then and is a problem today, particularly at the University of Alabama. By 7:30 every morning it begins. As class time approaches only a solid mass of multi-colored metal can be seen, covering all lots, paved and unpaved, and all curbs, yellow or non-yellow. One can observe a few late risers in search of a few spare inches to park their vehicles. For every car that pulls out of a parking place there are ten ready to fill it. Just who is responsible for this mass confusion? Some say it is the new parking system that dif- ferentiated between on and off campus students. Others feel it is the fault of the University for not paving more parking lots, many of which have been promised but never materialized. All opinions heard, it is just a simple case of Old Mother Hubbard — the University has so many cars it just didn ' t know what to do. Add this to the fact that the average Ala- bama student has succumbed to the mass motorization of America and the problem is obvious. Too many people, too many cars, too many reasons, with all eyes on the parking place that the yellow VW just left vacant. POLICE

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FOCUS: Frank Engle 1 found him in a dusty little room in the back of the back of the unrenovated part of Comer Hall. He reminded me of one of Santa Claus ' s elves as he bent over the form of some unknown object. His white head sparkled almost as much as his eyes as he jumped a pile of hay in the middle of the floor and introduced himself. Frank Engle has been at the University of Alabama for 26 years as a professor in the Art Department. Born in Illinois, he came to the University in 1949. He previously taught school in Iowa, worked for Lockheed in California, and owned his own factory in Indiana. When illness caused him to sell his factory, he traveled for a year and decided to come to Alabama to teach. The South is the last place I thought I ' d come, but I thought that it would be a good place to rest up for a year and move on, he said. In recalling his first impressions of Alabama, he said that he had an immediate fascination with it that has continued through- out the years. I remember that first day in 1949 when they were taking me over to Woods Hall and the first thing I saw was a opossum scamper up the staircase and disappear. When asked why he has stayed at the University so long, he said, Here, unlike other institutions, I think that the administra- tion recognizes the fact that the faculty needs freedom. They know that to produce a work, you must be doing a certain amount and a certain type of research. A softness came into his eyes as he talked about his students. I have seen many changes in the 26 years I have been here. Stu- dents have their own worlds now more than they used to. I find that school is not a part of that world and, therefore, the profes- sor cannot be. It used to be that school was a student ' s whole world. Students are searching desperately for some solutions out of this mixed up situation they are put in. They turn to many things, like -getting away, and getting back to nature. A few years ago those were the things students were trying to leave. Now they want to go back to where people my age started and find out what went wrong. Engle explained that because of the nature of the courses he teaches, he has to maintain a special relationship with his stu- dents. I think that to achieve in art, you must know yourself, and to know yourself, you must be honest. Otherwise, you wind up a collection of all the ideas of other people. An artist ' s values are r .