I called on Ms. Baldwin. [the Dean of Women, Alice Mary Baldwin] I said,
"Ms. Baldwin, I think this is the dullest place I've ever been in."
"Why, what do you mean?" "Well, it just is: nothing here but prayer
meetings and football." (They had a big stadium by that time that cost a
million dollars, for big games—which
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interest me at all.) And she said, "Well, what do you suggest?" I said,
"Well, I'll tell you in a day or two." So I sent out printed invitations
to come to a watermelon feast on Ivy Mountain, and how to get there (and
there'd be guides to meet you at Tilley's Store at Bahama that would
take you up through the woods). So I had the students (they loved that,
you know—they were getting some action); they went out. And one crowd
was building the tressels to put the watermelons on; another one was
buying the beefsteaks and the watermelons. That was an October night,
and the moon was shining. We started up about sundown, an old great
horned owl hooting; and that was thrilling, you know, to them. You have
imagination, but they didn't—I mean, some of them. The old timers, the
Wannamakers, they didn't have any imagination.