The bookstore was owned by a fellow named L.L. Ivey, I-v-e-y, I believe, and the bookstore, at the time I was a freshman, was in the basement of a dining hall,
which they called the [Bull?] Hall on account of the [meat?] agriculture and so forth. He had five or six students and one ex-student who was a graduate who was his first assistant.
The rest of us had schedules not conflicting with our classes and so Ivey hired me my sophomore, junior and senior years as one of his—.
The first two years I think I did what they called jerking sodas. You get where the students all get there between classes and make coca-colas and everything.
The last year he had me in the book department because that’s where the students bought all their books, so that was a little different arrangement from jerking sodas.
But L.L. Ivey, he was a first rate fellow and he paid us thirty dollars a month for part time work, which was very helpful in going to school and that worked out very well.
Later on he moved to the Y at the ground level, the YMCA, and that’s where I worked the last year that I was there,
but then later on I understand they moved it across the road where the basketball—. [inaudible] dormitory was also across the railroad, up the other side of the railroad.
But that was a good experience and a very good way to help myself along.