Those were the good old Ts.

Those were the good old Ts. Coincidentally, a couple of correspondents from the classes of 26 and 27 recently sent us nostalgic photos from the twenties that feature Model T Fords on the Hanover scene. Don Norstrand '26 wrote: "Last year's annual birthday card to classmates was a photo, vintage 1922, of a Model T truck with a barrel in the back, parked in front of a dorm. There's a student, jug in hand, negotiating with the farmer driver. Most of us remember the cry "sweet cidah" echoing up dorm stairways. When Oppie Opdyke and Larry Kennison got their cards they wrote in guessing that the student was Kier Boyd and that it was Fayerweather Row. Then Kier got his card on November 23 and reacted with: 'Gee, that looks like me. I did drink a lot of cider and I did learn to balance a jug on my shoulder and drink without spilling it all over me.' A little sleuthing in our freshman Green Book revealed: 'Kier Boyd—5 North Fayerweather.' Q.E.D."

Charlie Paddock '27 sent the other photo, along with these words from classmate Earl Krogstad: "This picture, taken in Hanover, shows a Model T that s a dead ringer for a Ford I had an interest in along with Bud Banfield and Dick Eberhart, who were both from '26. We purchased it in 1925 for about $125—tuition was $300 that year. At the end of the spring semester we drove it to Austin, Minn., via Buffalo, Ontario, Detroit, Chicago, Madison, and Winona—where they dropped me off. They went on to Austin, returning in the fall to pick me up for the trip back to Hanover. It was basic, reliable transportation: no instruments, gear shift, batteries, accelerator—or 'factory air.' To winterize, you drained the engine block. To start up after the snows were over, you put several drops of ether in the spark plug holes, pulled out the choke wire, and hand cranked it." Things simpler back then. Or were they?