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

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Orientation? Sounds Eastern; Well, It Was Foreign to Us— 1 hrci- dix s bctorc uppirclassniL-n arrived, treshmen, excited and scared. Hooded the campus to be orientated. The majority of the new bo s sho ed into Hunter ' s Firetrap, and girls herded into Bostwick Barn. We brought all the junk collected for ears and dumped it into the room that u as to be nur home tor an eternit ' ot nine months. We became acquainted with the strange character w ho was to share that home, then joined the other green ones and aimlessly stood in line at the chapel. Someone shoved us badges and told us to wear them ' til Homecoming. Cjosh, you mean I gotta wear this silly nameplate tor over a month? That night we uent to a party in the gym. pla ed games, and got acquainted. The ne.vt morning the orientating committee took us on a tour ot the campus, told us about the million and one organizations that exist, the buildings, courses, tacult ' , and traditions — all were explained in de- tail. Besides tr ing to remember all this, we were expected to cram into our jumbled brains the words of several school songs. This grubbed on for two days, and after registration the third day all we wanted to do was climb in bed and forget it all. But no, there was a dance at the Community House — yeh, a compulsory dance so the upperclassmen could look you over. Orientation tinalh ' drew to a close, at last we were a part of Wl ' C FRESH.MAN ORIENTATION CO l. VIITTEE acquainted new students with Wake Forest campus organizations, and traditions. Members are Jack Lewis, Sara Page Jack- FEESHMEN AND TRANSFERS are greeted by Dr. Harold Tribble and Mr. and Mrs. Pop Carroll at annual faculty reception. son. Ken Bridges. Bill Austin. Dan Fagg, Red Pope, Dick Kennedy, Ken Grigg, Joe Mauney. Bill Hendrix. Rogers Byrd. Gus White, Charles Barhiim. Bob (;i1.. .mi

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THE CHAPEL, ENDEARING SYMBOL OF WAKE FOREST. PROUDLY OVERSHADOWS Till: CAAIl ' lS. Fall Familiiir t ' .iccs . . . trundU ' hand- sh.ik(.-.s . . . hul)l)lint; L-nrhusiasiii annrhcr opening chaptLT in the annals of VVakc Korcst College. Snidcnt.s re- assembled to reminisee beach parties, pranks to anticipate future nierr - tnaking. To new IXacs. a heart - feel- ing of Weleome ' to old Deaes. the traditional Hi. .Summer faded leaves blushed -sweaters and skirts swished -joviality at Deacon Hollow -football in the air! Pep rallies 10 Leaves Blush— Book Backs Crack— Dust Clouds Stadium reeked excitement campus launts led b spring eheerlciders, eel-hipped majorettes . . . bonfires and Oh Here ' s to Wake Forest drained all rahl rah! from students. Sore throats and dusty shoes— who cared? — we ' d won the Big Four (Championship. Pledge pins on prim ROFC uniforms . . . parched faces and weary legs at ground-breaking . . . Messiah re- hearsals were started- -a few fur coats were dragged our fall was over. . . . J. L. PEELER personifies that old Wake Forest spirit as he cheers tlie Baptist Hollow Deacons to victory.

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WAIT HALL braces for deluge of mass registration. Here students dubiously receive last semester ' s record, pay bursar, and reluctantly leave for ordeal in gym. LINE FORMS TO THE REAR! Many try to shove through in order to finish the first round of registra- tion and head toward the three-ring circus in the gym. Registration: Forms and Blanks, iVIoney, Forms and BJanlts, Forms and Blanks— Bed! . hnc- tiirnis m trcmt ot Wait Hall — no, it isn ' t a uorlj prcniR-r nr an army recruiting office, just registration at W ' .ikc 1 iircst College. Seniors are given the privilege of getting in line first, but underclassmen go over a little early in hopes ot slippin ' through. The suspense of wondering if you ' ll get a slip to appear before the Faculty ( ' ommittec nearly drives some crazy. If you get through the ordeal at Wait Hall, you then head toward the gym, mumbling ti ourself about that overcut, or what subjects tc take, or which ones will take you! At the gym, you first have a conference with your faculty adviser. You spend twenty minutes telling him (without actually coming our and saying so) that you don ' t want to take any more courses than absolutely necessary. Ne. t you start on a scavenger hunt for the crip courses. Three cokes and two hours later you are still searching. Well, there ' s bound to be an eas ' professor around here somewhere and one who ' s been known to give a cut. You stand in a sectioner ' s line tor thirty m inutes, and by the time you arrive face to face with him, you have to stammer and stutter to get across what you ' re there for. Naturally, the hour that you wanted has just fieen filled, so you start rearranging your entire schedule, . fter changing it not more than si. times and pulling every possible string to keep from having Saturday classes, du think the worst of registration is over. Oh, i u dreamer ' N ' liu ' ve just gotten a chapel seat on the first row (worst thing about a front row chapel seat is that you can ' t read the (Ki B on Monday). Then you try to con- vince the registrar that it ' s essential that you take 18 hours. If and that ' s a big word -if n ' ou can convince him that iiu have to carry rliar man ' hours, you then head on. If not, ou begin the entire registration process all over again in order to take only 17 hours. Someone shoves you a stack of forms, blanks, and cards, then instructs you to till them out on both sides. Sounds simple, doesn ' t it? An iiour later, after writing your name over and over, at which time Mill could be signing your life away and never know it, y Hi must pause to rest your aching, ink-stained hand. The fifteenth card is filled; it becomes a matter of habit — ou dream your name and address all that night. Back to the cards - ' Ou are still answering (|uesfions about yourself i u never thuught of hefire, and iiu tell top military secrets about ' oiir tamiK ' . . t station ' ou are given a smeary ball point pen and told to bear down. You w rite a card four times; the boy at .station 4 tells you to do it again. Oh, well! To complete this year ' s registration, at the e nd of a two or three hour ordeal, you are passed through a hue smiling because everyone else is — then you realize you liist had oiir 11) picture taken. That day didn ' t last but a tew centuries, ou are finally told to remove yourself from the gym -you have finished. Who are they kidding? Now ou hunt old textbooks, rearrange lunch hours, search for new classrooms -and then forget to go to them. But, after all. It only comes once every four months, and now you are officially a Wake Forest student for one more .semester.