





Top left: Louis Icart, 1948
Top right: Jean Gabriel Domergue, 1937
Bottom two: Jean Gabriel Domergue, 1950

Here we see the staff of the South Texan, the paper for the Texas College of Arts & Industries, hard at work. The ladies are donning mid-war bandannas a la Rosie the Riveter, and everyone is up to his ears in paperwork.

Check out the old phone and typewriter. Who knew one day they’d put a typewriter inside the phone?

Pictured above are the editor-in-chief (Bill) and the associate editor (Katherine). Doesn’t Katherine remind you a bit of Lily’s Tomlin’s Ernestine?
















These college gals didn’t take themselves too seriously. As it turns out, Dot Moseley lived to the age of 88. Her obituary states, “As a member of the Alamo Community Church choir, she delighted in singing the old hymns, most of which she knew by heart. A devoted friend to all, especially to her Low-Lits pals (Little Old Ladies in Tennis Shoes), she never missed sharing and celebrating all the events of their lives. The ultimate hostess, Dorothy set the standards in etiquette especially when it came to flower arranging, table setting and gift giving.”

Well, what do have we here? It seems as though Mom and Dad have just returned from Sunday services, and Margie (who surely attended as well) quickly changed into … why, YES, it IS a teenie, weenie, yellow polka-dot bikini (the song actually came out 10 years after this picture) and is testing the pool water. But doesn’t it seem odd that Dad hasn’t at least loosened his tie since returning home? Mom didn’t pause to take her gloves off and set them on the counter? It’s such a strange juxtaposition. Can’t her parents swim? Dad is either so full of pride at the amazing back dive Margie has in store or he’s stabilizing himself from holding that heavy camera. Come on, Margie! You can do it!
