Old Dominion University - Troubador Yearbook (Norfolk, VA)

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 Dedication Because he skillfully assumed directorship of your expanding college, you respected Mr. Webb. Because he listened to your complaints and understood them, you came to him. Because he willingly assisted you in solving imminent problems, you appreciated him. He led you through each season, although days were often dark and chill. And because he proved in more ways than in name alone to be your Director, you unhesitantly dedicated The Voyager, 1947” to Lewis W. Webb. [ 20 ]

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After 5 years practical training and in possession of a B.S. degree from Penn. State College, Mr. Parker was appointed as associate profossor in tho Technical Institute. His was the job of seeing that the work was executed and coordinated. Although Dr. John Edward Pomfret and Charles J. Duke, Jr., who both resided at the Williamsburg school, never camo bo-fore the student body as a whole, it was their aye's and nay's which determined your functions at tho Division. Occasionally, however, whon tho President of the College of William and Mary and tho Bursar of the Collogo had con-feroncos with Mr. Webb and Mr. McDonald, one of you might be treated to a glimpso of thorn. The Voyager photographer caught thorn in Mr. Wobb's offico beforo they loft to return to thoir busy schedule in Williamsburg. In addition to tho regular staff in the counselling office, two full-time counselors, Stencel and Bedinger. woro takon on to sorvo in tho Technical Institute. Their duties as liason members linked the counselling offico and tho Votorans Administration. During tho year Mr. Stoncol and Mr. Bodingor handled lists of advises and prescribed tests for students, including non-votorans as well as votorans working in cooperation with the Veterans Administration. Mr. Stoncol and Mr. Bodingor advised the veterans who were sent to the Counselling Office for vocational guidanco and training placement.

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iJime Out SJo'i -Lunch That, at the Division, was your password to an hour in Bud's, an hour of free play, random conversation, association, music, and Nabs. You pushed into Bud's Little Emporium, not only at 12:30, but at any open hour, and then found yourself one of a diverse, animated, energetic, active mob. In the booth beside you, three vets were matching war stories. In another, Tri K and Tiga members were thrashing out their inter-club contest for Voyager ads. Several High Hat writers draped over the counter discussing the threat of depression in 1947. Part of the basketball teams poured through the back door for cold drinks. A group of faculty members were engaged in serious discourse in the farthest booth. And, invariably, someone was hunched over a text book in a corner. In short, you found yourself amidst a cross-section of Division Life. There, plans were made, national issues were decided, college problems were solved, lessons were learned, gossip was relayed. There, you found the nucleus around which future activity was to revolve. And there you found Bud—Audry Paul, the friendly fellow behind the counter, a guide and sympathizer, and an aid. Bud started as a student here in 1935 and returned to manage a lunch counter and book shop in the basement of the Science Building. In '45, the Emporium moved, part, parcel, and Bud, to the larger room in the Administration Building. Bud offered courteous service to the customers, willing understanding to the bewildered, ready cooperation to the workers, and the traditional ink, blotters, aspirins, and sympathy to those taking exams. The vets remember how he cleared up their book difficulties. The freshmen remember that he immediately became a real friend; and the older students recall his continued congeniality. Bud's was mayhem and madness, but Bud made it YOUR room. And you can't forget the times you spent there. I 21 ]