Wake Forest University - Howler Yearbook (Winston Salem, NC)

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t LEA LABORATORY CHEMISTRY the service a year ago. In the rush of happy greeting you study his sensitive features, being you emerge from the west door of Wait troubled by somthing that you cannot quite define. you bump into your best friend, who entered F| n .,]i v vmi decipher it, an,] you feel lonely in spite of your gladness: somehow Joe lias pulled away from you, as if each of your recent months had been stretched into so many years in his life. ••Come lie says, and show me around. We can talk wlnl, ' we walk. Yon eider the ivy-covered Chemistry building, climb the stairs, and interrupt Dr. Walter J. Wyatt and Assistant Professor John A. Freeman who are assembling materials for an experiment. They have been carrying a heavy load to meet the demands id ' the war emergency, and they are al- ways busy. lint they pause gladly to chat with .foe, who keeps glancing about as if missing some- thing or somebody. Perhaps he has forgotten chemistry laboratory. Wyatt and Freeman weigh atoms in tin that Dr. Black and Dr. Isbell left before h

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THE FACULTY Do you think that faculty members severe, aloof, just a little queer—or ■ That profound scholarship, .--kill in tc. insistence on high standards of achie incompatible with informality or pis where have you been all these months? vou have not participated in faculty-student golf games on the course maintained free for you, with- out even the necessity or opportunity of paying caddy fees. You have not played ping pong at the Student Center; you have not hung around the soda fountain in the College Bookstore; vou in. st« I ' ll. ry que er? hing, iml UK nt ire ? If so. Ob vim sly Students and fa sembly of the yea hip together Four students become absorbed in a chess game, vl faculty members chat about the possibilities of hold another open bouse in the near future. the parade have not tarried for informal chats in departmental headquarters; you must have been in bed in the hospital with the door locked when the students and the faculty met in the Community Center on Saturday nights for games, square dances, singing and refreshments. In a word, you are a queer one — or you don ' t exist. Ours has always been known as the friendly campus, where no one. student or faculty member, passes another with- out a greeting; where democracy is real and genuine, and where snobbery is the unpardonable campus sin. The ties of comradeship and sympathy have been especially closely drawn during recent weeks and months, as observed and re- marked by students in uniform who have come back for a final look about the campus before leaving for foreign shores. WAIT HALL

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ENGLISH AND LANGUAGES Next you stroll over to the English head- quarters, entering just as a photographer ' s Hush bulb explodes, with the result that you see here. The professorial seriousness vanishes and Joe is given a hearty greeting. The conversation around the big seminar table, where Joe once had a seat with the group study- ing the modern novel, turns into one of the familiar bull sessions, chiefly about Wake Forest men in various parts of the world and about the good old days before the summons to war. and about Joe ' s plans for the future — a future that seems rather hazy and uncertain. Joe learns that Hagood is a captain in the service; that all classes are running as usual, though smaller, and that nearly all students are trying to learn to speak and write English, not knowing but that they may have use for it in some foreign country. You sit for a while and smoke with the four men with pipes in their mouths: .Jones, Folk, Griffin, and Brown, while Aycock listens to the talk and adds his remarks as he ruffles through some pictures for his art class. Reluctantly Joe gets up to leave, hut his time is short and he must keep moving. He hesitates at the door of the Modern Language department as he sees three ladies seated at a table — Dean Johnson and Instructors Dowtin and Wyatt. You should have warned him, for there were only men in the department when he took his courses in lan- guage. But the men are all in the service, as he now learns, and the three co-ed faculty members carry on. You learn that Dr. (of Ft.) H. D. I ' arcell, under whom you had French, in serving in North Africa, that Professor Robert M. Browning, German teacher, also is on dutv over- The pipe smoking English Depi in books for the photographer. Dr. Jones, Dr. Folk, 1 ' rotVsso Professor Aycock. ri t displays its interest i left to right we have iwn. Dr. Ciriffen and seas, and that Professor (now Capt.) William C. Archie is stationed at a camp in Texas. Joe has little Latin and less Greek, as Ben Jonson said of Shakespeare, hut he has two good friends in the classical section of Wait Hall — first floor, north — ready to talk about golf. Masonry, campus politics, student social life, new deal, in- ternational politics, or classical scholarship, ac- cording to your mood or interest, or to crack a joke with the best of the wits. But today there is no jesting in this classical atmosphere, as you The co-ed members of the faculty, Miss D and Dean Johnson, chat about members o who have been under-exposed to languages. Drs. Poteat and Earp ) and gladiators to grin ov and the two professors and Joe, in his lieutenant ' s uniform of navy blue, stand talking — for Dr. Poteat has two sons in the same uniform who have been in the thick of the conflict for many months, so much like Joe. Joe thinks he is headed for the Mediterranean area and, like some other students he is told about, intends to look with keen interest at many of the places and ruins familiar to these classical scholars.