Roanoke College - Rawenoch Yearbook (Salem, VA)

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What is a scholar? A scholar is an individual who is dedicated to the advancement of his own knowledge in certain specific areas. And he is one who 1s generally considered out of contact with the reality of the temporal world. Lost in the cocoon of his sheltered academic atmosphere, he is often ignorant of the practical applications of his esoteric observations. What is a teacher? A teacher is conversely engaged in the imparting of knowledge to the uneducated mind. In many cases, an educator is so engrossed in the communication of ideas and facts to others that he fails to continue in his own growth and learning. What is the ideal synthesis of these two? An intellect which is quick, an interest in the dissemination as well as collection of knowledge, the ability to stimulate natural curiosity, the ultimate aim of increasing a student’s perception, enabling him to associate learning with reality. A man, who although a scholar first, still remains above all a teacher. Such an individual is a member of our faculty, one who is caught in the untenable position of straddling the centuries. A part of him refuses to accept anything which is modern—meaning anything occurring after the close of the eighteenth century—and a part of him inevitably draws a comparison between modern television heroes and the figures of the past. He believes in the existence of Druids, and often thinks in Old English, and yet he is as aware of the problems of today’s changing world as any enlightened person can be. He is dedicated to the stretching of the intellect, and furthers his aim through mutual discussion with his students both in and out of class. His sense of humor is representative of his intellect, his friendliness, of his nature. He is an advisor, an educator, a friend, and it is for this combination of attributes that we dedicate the 1966 Rawenoch to the original beloved old Druid, Dr. William J. Deegan.

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They come walking in double time with a thirst unquenchable, feeling so ignorant in this world of intellectuals. They meet one another with an anxious handshake, a wide smile enticing friendship. They fill clos- ets in anticipation of the weather, but they close their doors on a place called home, knowing nothing of the forecast for the future. They go through the process of registration and are told that they are matricu- lated students of the college, and still they are apart. Shaking steps, faltering conversations, dinner groups that fuse and split; it’s a fright- ening new world they’re a part of, and it’s full of crazy bells that seem to regulate their lives. They want so to belong, and then their alarm, too, goes off at eight, and they bump together in the post office at ten, and hunger strikes unanimously at five. Welcome to the family.