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

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The Army Finance School was on the at Wake Forest for a year and a half. time they became an integral part of the The students became used to the sight in uniform marching up the streets, ac; campus, to meals at the mess hall, to ch drill Held. The men of the Finance School attended classes in college buildings. Their mess hall was formerly Miss Jo ' s Cafeteria. They drilled on the football campus In that college. of men oss the sses, to field. They drank cokes in the book store, while Mr. Snyder moved across the hall. They saw pictures of invasions in the local theater. They dug fox holes in the rough of the golf course. At first the soldiers and students referred to each other as draft dodger and pencil pusher but soon the men in college and the men in uniform came to be good friends. The co-eds? The co-eds had liked the Finance School from the beginning. The WACS on Parade ill m

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h hb WILLIAM AMOS JOHNSON ' I ' RK-MKDICAI. SCIENCE BUILDING BIOLOGY AND PHYSICS Joe saw the professors of Biology and Physics they are represented here, just as the photog- is quickly spent by a returning alumnus, as you will realize more fully in the days ahead. Joe has gone his way, like thousands of others, and has left you feeling unspeakably lonely. But he will come again, as you will in the days that lie ahead — to greet and to be greeted by your friends, ■s. teachers of the Wake Forest Co Drs. Cocke and Bradbury mak biological specimen. rapher had them ready for his camera. Hut he lingered for only a moment, for time like money An apparatus of the physics department tin,, of Dr. Parker and Dr. Speas.

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WAKE FOREST MEN IN SERVICE Willys Hooper looks and laughs as Herbert Barbour opens a letter from his draft board. A letter from the draft board . . . report for duty . ' it once. . . . At first he just stands there. One more week of freedom . . . and then what? Reveille at 5 a.m.? A brawny Sgt. ' s grating voice shouting Fall in ? Crowded mess halls? The tram]), tramp, tramp of marching feet? He leaves the postoffice and starts toward the campus. And suddenly liis thoughts of an army routine turn into nostalgic reminiscings. For the first time lie sees Wake Forest as if in the past. The magnolias seem more fragrant, the building more picturesque, the steeple of the chapel more stately. And thus another son leaves the serenity of his Alma .Mater to join the ranks of Uncle Sam ' s fighting men. This hoy is lint one of many who have left us this year. lie. like all the others, departed with a lump in his throat and tear-dimmed eyes to fight for something bigger and greater than he had ever known before. And soon the tune of Deal- Old Wake Forest was but a precious memory in his mind, having been replaced bv a discordant You ' re In the Army Now. ... Wake Forest misses her gallant sons. She is well represented in every branch of the service, and she is proud of her part in this great war. Each man who has left has carved a place in her heart, and those who will nuwv return will rest quietly immortal in her hall of fame. Major C. S. Black, forme back with his pipe and enjo chemistry, sits Hetties Stansbury and Black talk with returning alumnus Jack Acree.