Just joking

Well, remember what I said about my contributions to the archives? My first impression of Marjon, the programme I got when asking too many questions and the memories of my classmates? Well, there is this one more thing. I once brought a bottle of a homemade drinking mead, an old Viking recipe…and it’s still standing on a shelf within the archives. One hundred years more and it will be delicious😊

 

Falling Debris

Sometimes the archives seem to be a catch-all for random stuff that gets cleared out from somebody’s office. Like this issue of Executive Post- a publication from PER.

‘So what?’ you could say. ‘Shouldn’t the university be in possesion of those?’ Certainly, but this particular issue is exactly as old as I am. Uh-oh, somebody is way behind cleaning in their office.:-)

On unrelated note: hey, PER people! Do you have anything that this starving artist could do?:-P

Singing Over a Cockroach

There are many stories in the archives. Stories of great deeds, even if they were never recognized in the wide world. Stories of great minds, the thinkers and the doers. Stories of ideas, great and small. But the stories I enjoy the most are stories of student’s hijinks. Today’s story is from the memories of N. S. Curtis, who was a Marjon student in the years 1931-34. He later became a teacher and a principal of Landsdownre Boys’ School, Linwood Boys’ School and Soar Valley Community College. We have many of his things, including a blazer, a tie, some exercise books and photos. But the most interesting for me are anecdotes from his time in Marjon. One of them seems to me like an absurdist sketch.
The food in Marjon at that time was far from perfect. In fact it was really basic and plain. One day, after dinner, the boys were served rice pudding. Instead of it being completely plain, there were raisins in it. That was something unheard of. But the joy was short-lived as somebody found a cockroach in the pudding. The offending insect was put on a plate and passed to the teachers’ table, to the attention of the principal. The principal himself rose from his seat, ordered Non Nobis to be sung and the meal ended. Many boys were absolutely convinced that the cook knew of the roaches infesting the pudding and added the raisins as a camouflage. As for me, I can’t get rid of the image in my head of the whole school singing a hymn over a body of a dead insect resting on a plate:-)

Irregular post

Due to the fact that I felt like a vampire squid for the most of this week(look them up, they can turn themselves inside out!) there will not be a regular post. Instead, here is a picture from one of Marjon publications, commenting on the mixed styles of the buildings on the campus:

Awkward Marjon Photos

Ugh! The doom and gloom of November is getting to me, so this time I decided to find something to laugh about. And since the archives always provide, here are the most awkward Marjon photos taken from the prospectuses. Most of those come from the prospectuses published in the 70’s. Something about the disco era that make them stand out. Weird.

I’m assuming that Marjon is haunted, because a pair of disembodied hands is operating this machine.

Two guys torturing a dragonfly. Macrophotography or mad science?

Student of the French language, caught in a bad moment

Not awkward but persistent. This photography of outreach programme was in the prospectuses from the 70’s well into the 90’s. Uh, isn’t that time to get a new photo, guys?

Awkward or just badly staged? And why there is a pig entangled in the ship’s rigging?

Took me a while before I realised what he is doing. Is he…uh, washing the dishes? Doing laundry? Nope, it’s just a student of arts and design at a potter’s wheel.

Nothing awkward on its own, but that picture was the only thing under the big caption ‘Facilities’. Soooo, we have a table? I guess in the 74 there was still not much in the facilities department.

Of course this is just a selection and there is much more where those came from. I guess where is history and photography there will always be awkward photos. Is that you on one of those? Recognized anyone? Tell me all about it!

Bank Weirdness

Ah, the summer nearing its end. Those who enter their universities this year have(hopefully) already finished their Student Finance applications and await the money they are entitled to. Gone are the days when one had to write to the bank managers for their beer money. Well, gone but not forgotten:-).
But what about the banks themselves? Well, skimming through the Cremorne Review(which you might remember as once a platform for the literary creations of Marjon’s students) I stumbled upon some strange bank advertisements. And here they are in their off-beat glory:
First one that caught my attention was this…um, fairy:-)

Then there is a beatnik chomping on a shoestring. I wasn’t yet born in the 60’s. Was it normal for a person like this to have a candle on top of the head?

Hammurabi playing cricket.

And last but not least- a free book that cost three p. Is it me or the advertisements used to be really weird?

Ostriches on campus

This is a very small post, due to some unforeseen circumstances that prevented me from proper research in the past week. But excuses aside, here is the Chelsea Ostrich:

Before the big move in 1973 from Chelsea to Plymouth, the people were not extremely excited about the change. I can’t really blame them, for the most people the change is scary and seeing so many years of tradition and memories going through irrevocable transformation must be even harder. But for ostriches the change is something that, if ignored, will eventually go away. As an illustration of the mood on campus, one of the newsletters printed this image:

The Chelsea Ostrich

What can I say, I didn’t know that Marjon was accepting ostriches at some point:-)