University of Delaware - Blue Hen Yearbook (Newark, DE)

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Dedication We dedicate this book to the glorious memory of our friends and classmates at the University of Delaware who, in the last war, fearlessly laid down their lives that we all may live and be free men. In no spirit of gloom or dejection do we so act but, as we admired them in life, so now we stand in awe and thankfulness that our lives, our destinies, and God's own world were in such safe hands, We had no need to inquire as to their actions. Every wind that blew its way over the battlefields in all theaters of operation brought back tales of heroism, valor, and resourcefulness such as the world has never known. To the loved ones of those who have gone, there is the pride of knowing that they reached the highest peak of honor. To those loved ones and to us is given the supreme privilege of offering thanks for those noble lives and fadeless deaths. We have the sober responsibility of a firm resolve that they shall not have died in vain, A note of sadness and lossstrong, personal, and poignant feelings-comes to all friends, associates, and classmates who return to take up once more the familiar life upon the campus. The joy with which we looked forward to the return has been clouded by the vacancies that confront us. We recall the tender and loving associations that were ours and, having in mind the examples of those now gone, we realize the truth of the poet's words: The bravest are the tenderest, The loving are the daring. Judge Richard S. Rodney

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Ism't it true that when you fellows came back there was the inevitable disillusionment of your expectations not materializing? What I mean isyou built an ideal in your minds but found that you had to deal with reality. The expectations that you created were founded on the good things of the past. That's right. We drew pretty mental pictures of good jobs and a cozy home with a sweet little girl in gingham waiting at the white picket gate. When you get away from a setting for any length of time, you like to remember only the good and the pleasurable things about it. You like to think how nice it was to have the privacy of your own room at home and the freedom of doing whatever you wanted to do at any time. You remem- bered how much fun there was in preparing for an early morning golf match or an afternoon picnic or an evening formal dance. And when you thought of your friends and neighbors and relatives, your mind's eye seemed to squint a little to blur the sharp lines of their small hates, prejudices and bigotries. You erased those blemishes of pettiness with the hopes that they, too, would erase them and then coming home would be as wonderful as the dream itself. But it seems that we people back home, for the most part, looked at this in a different way, We had gotten the notion that your expectations were not those good ireals of the past. In a way, you're right. Twelve million American men came back, eager to fit into a new society which in reality was still an old one. Twelve million veterans, themselves culturally and matenally broadened, came back to a society which had seen an immense change from peace to war and again te peace, yet which, com- pared to their experience, was still essentially the same as they had left it. New men found themselves in an old structure. A person can't see blitzkriegs and air raids and amphibious operations and airborne armies and atom bombs; sweat out D-Days and H-Hours and 88's and be exposed to foreign cultures and different I-lngu.lb't':i n':l.l'ld :ii'rill'lgt' I'J:Uptf;s .ill'ld, not I It,'L J.Ef.l;,ttdl Yes, before the first gangplank was lowered, before the hrst retuming troop touched American soil, pJans of attack and rehabilitation were drawn and redrawn, Books about the psycholngy of the n:durning veteran were writ- ten and read and reread, Everyone became a rehabilita- tion expert and everyone went to experts teaching how to fit the serviceman back into civilian life, All hell broke loose. Newspapers, pamphlets, movies, and radios screamed to the public that the veteran was a booby-trap of pent-up emotions, no inhibitions, saturated with the lust to kill, and no longer knew right from wrong. They told the waiting throngs to be carefulto remove the detonator before handling the explosive, And we watched and waited and wondered. True, we had seen many things and had formulated many ideas. We had seen suffering and human misery. We had learned the meaning of human rights and respect for humanity and freedom, equality, and tolerance. We knew how quickly cities and human life could be de- stroyed. We saw the ravages of warthe empty, bloated stomachs of the starving; the maggot-infested sores of the discased; the bungling of the shell-shocked and neu- rotic; and we heard the sobs of the griefstricken. Maybe it's easier to remember a vision than .ancthing you heard, but it's hard to forget the sobs of human beings for whom all hope has gone. That's how we came to under- stand and fear the meaning of the word WAR and to know that it can't be explained or described just by words, And also we began to realize how insignificant space is, Vast areasoceans, mountains, desert, jungles- were crossed in a matter of hours, The great big Uni- verse suddenly became a small sphere. The big Universe of many worlds became one world. We had to know the meaning of one world because peace was part of the definition. Fundamentally, we hadn't changed. We've matured, we've broadened our outlook, we have begun to think, It seemed that if there had been a change, it was in the immediate but as persons we have remained the same. physical setting of the outside world, It didn't take a great deal of insight for us to notice some of these more obvious changes, Here at the University, just as in every other community, we were soon aware when we returned of the one most obvious changea sad one. Many of our classmates and alumni were missing, 100 672

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Deceased John Halsteod Banks, I1I, 48 Bernard Goodlevege, '46 Themas Russell Mclhinney, Jr., 46 Harold Lee West, 4b Horace Carl Brown, '45 Stanley Bruce Exar, 45 Howard Wallace Hill, 45 Robert Dongan Jones, '45 Robert William O'Donnell, 45 Wade Laurence Pith Herbert Rubenstein, ' Stuart Farwell Smith, Lowis Earl Staffard, Jr., '45 Frederic Gerrish Gaisaway, 44 William Joseph Harden, '44 Thomas Sheppard Ingham, Jr., 44 Kenneth Ottwell Larasch, 44 Mare Frederic Piths, 44 B-niumin Marris simfm. 44 Leroy Alvin Wilkins, Jr., 44 Gilbert anrdlluy Willis, 44 Casimir Leonard Blaska, 43 Wallace Lippincott, Jr., 43 Hareld Newton Sheaffer, 43 Jemas Edward Spillane, 43 Howard Cornslivs Wilking, 43 Robart Lee Coleman, 42 Warren William Grier, Jr., '42 Roger Sheridan Pancoast, '42 Frank Moore Ross, 42 Theodare Harrison Work, 111, '42 Clinton Frederick Schooclmaster, 42 Rebert Wirt Eckman, '41 Daniel Pavl O'Donnell, 4 Alan Caorl Porter, 41 Charles David Shorpless, 41 Clarence Oscar Deakyne, Jr., 40 Joseph Richard Elliott, '40 Fred Jackion Harper, 40 Glynden George Ware, 40 Kenneth Ferthenbaker Jones, 39 Reynolds Hill Knotts, 39 Robert Stapler Lippincott, '39 Edwin Reynolds Monchester, Jr., 39 Ferris Leon Wharton, '39 Roland Pusey Jackson, '38 William Harold Marvel, 38 Caleb Oliver Simpler, 38 Auvstin Yance Herner, 37 Harry Matthew First, '34 Robart Waller Cnllowny. 15 Charles Robinson Jefferis, 11, '35 Robert Malvin Yernon, 15 Henry Stevenson Brady, Jr., 34 Leo Earl Lechy, 34 John Samuel Smith, 34 John Granville Donoghue, 33 Edward Pikus, 33 Robert John Bostwick, '31 Lewis DeGrover Smith, Jr., 31 Frank Robert Thoroughgeed, 30 John Edwin Mortimer, '24 Lewis Edward Raoemar, 22 Reed Groves, '20 Alfred Lee Clifton, '02