The Southwestern Historical Quarterly, Volume 92, July 1988 - April, 1989

J. Frank Dobie and Walter Prescott Webb

have to slip coveted books into their library without Jane's being aware
of the addition. His appreciation of beauty had expanded; after his Ox-
ford lectures in 1942-1943, he delighted his family with an antique
dining table and some exceptional pieces of Georgian silver. After
Jane's death, Webb rejoiced in the companionship of his second wife,
Terrell Dobbs Maverick, widow of Maury Maverick. Needless to say,
Lillian Lee Greer Bedichek was loyal and unselfish.
To sum up their accomplishments, two youths (one from a Live Oak
County ranch, the other from a grass-burr farm and coal-mining area)
established themselves not as regional but as urbane authors with wide
recognition.
Reminiscences of a Student
MARGARET C. BERRY*
When I entered the University of Texas as a freshman, I chose His-
tory 9, a general course in European history, taught by Dr. Walter P.
Webb and Dr. Frederic Duncalf, in preference to the popular History
4, taught by Dr. Milton R. Gutsch in Hogg Auditorium. Dr. Webb,
wearing his hat and taking long strides as he entered the geology lec-
ture hall on that first day, September 23, 1933, delivered the fall se-
mester lectures and some of those in the spring. He was fortyish, always
well groomed (dress shirt, tie, suit), and always prepared. I must admit
he didn't keep us on the edge of our seats, but his matter-of-fact atti-
tude about course requirements kept us on our toes. As a naive fresh-
man who had learned shorthand in high school, I took all of his lec-
tures verbatim and faithfully typed each one immediately after class on
my old upright Underwood. At the end of the semester, we were told
to pick up our graded notebooks outside Dr. Webb's office on the first
floor of Garrison Hall. I found huge stacks of notebooks, alphabetically
arranged, but mine was missing. Miss lone Spears, head of my Quiz
Section, told me Dr. Webb had it and that I should go to his office to
pick it up. She didn't explain why he had it; I was afraid to ask. Ter-
rified, I knocked on his door and heard a somewhat gruff, "Come in." I
introduced myself, and Dr. Webb smiled, got up, shook my hand, and
asked if I had made copies of my typed notes; he wanted a copy. Of
course I hadn't, and copy machines were then unknown entities. Self-
ishly and ungraciously, I didn't offer to give him my notebook and have
*Margaret C Berry, author of a history of the University of Texas at Austin, lives in Austin.

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