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

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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.

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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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in Ted Phillips, of tin a different type of life i sland. And her sons miss their Alma Mater. Letters arrive every week from the South Pacific, from North Africa. England, Southern Italy letters full of praise and glory of a never-to-be- forgotten college, speaking of Moody battles and wounded men, and whispering of an unconquerable homesickness. least expected -perhaps on some insignificant island or in a barren desert in Africa. Some have even had former roommates as their instructors. And in each of I hem there is always the thought - -how I wish I were once again in Wake Forest. There has been no lack of publicity about our men in the service. Hardly a day goes by that we don ' t read of an alumnus who has been decorated for meritorious service, or who has just successfully passed his entrance exam and has now been accepted . . . , who has recently been commissioned as a second lieutenant. And then unexpectedly our eyes fall on the Casualty List or the Missing List, and the staggering reality of the horrible war we are fighting comes rushing hack to us. As the months go by Wake Forest will continue to decrease in enrollment as more and more don the Army khaki, or the Navy blue, or the forest green of the Marines. But our College will not begrudge her losses for she knows that her sons will return some dav, each of them a hero. And when that day conies there will he no more strife or war; instead, there will he the serenity and peace and gaiety for which Wake Forest has always been known. Yes, we are proud of the courage of our men in the service. And we are proud of their spirit, and their patriotism, and their noble ideals. And we shall pledge ourselves to keep up the fight on the home front until that glorious day when we shall once more breathe the breath of freedom and see our hoys conic marching home. There have been many visitors among our men in uniform on the campus this year. And how glad we have been to see them! Though their former campus has changed greatly since they were here as students they still say that the soul of Wake Forest is the same. And we who are here know this to he true and that it will continue to he true throughout the years to come. For this very soul, this friendly atmosphere, this valiant spirit is the embodiment of Wake Forest. It will never die — for it is one of the many things we are fighting for. a, plots navigation charts