







Yeah, no.
“Yeah, no” is one of comedian Gary Gulman’s least favorite phrases, but it does fit here. While it is in fact Chuck Berry’s birthday, this is not a birthday cake as it appears at first glance. It’s actually Alpha Phi Alpha frat brothers Calvin, Glenn, and Jimmy examining blood samples collected by this bespectacled lady, performing Sickle Cell Anemia screenings.
Not quite the occasion to celebrate, unless your test results were negative.
And as for Chuck Berry, besotted by sex offender crimes and other legal troubles, the man DID have strong quadriceps.


At least that’s what it looked like to me.
But upon further inspection, it’s not Smith; it’s a UT campus policeman, arresting one of the Kappa Alphas during their traditional (and illegal) “confederate swim” in Littlefield Fountain. Bet that wouldn’t fly nowadays on any side of the aisle.

Evidently, Elam was a pelvis-forward kind of man. I can’t say as I ever voted for an editor in college. The best I mustered was my first presidential vote.
But college politics have always been a big deal. Selig was willing to endanger his own life by sitting on the hood of this here jalopy.

Others simply strolled with signs.
Lovely signs, I’ll give them that. Both Brown and Ferguson remind me of civil rights cases. 
Folks sure showed enthusiasm for Sterling Steve. I hope he took it by a landslide. 

These fellows at the Schreiner Institute are packed in like sardines! While some look dressed for bed, others seem ready for a night on the town. Perhaps they had to sleep in shifts to accommodate everyone.
1940s dorm life might have been cramped, but frat life was just plain odd. Check out this guitar fit for a giant! Where do you buy strings for that?

Meanwhile, the sorority girls were still playing with dolls…


But there’s one thing everyone could agree on.























