Virginia Polytechnic Institute - Bugle Yearbook (Blacksburg, VA)

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S ' 42-45 ,, 'S ' l . S CLASSES MILITARY hL

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THE DEAN S JOHN EDWARD WILLIAMS Dean of the College EARLE BERTRAM NORRIS Dean of Engineering HARVEY LEE PRICE Dean of Agriculture THE DEANS, in cooperation with the President, are responsible for the development of their own schools as well as the rapid growth of the college as a whole. Daily, problems must be solved by these men which shape the policy and future of V. P. 1. They are directly responsible for a unified faculty and a balanced and standardized academic program.

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY Entering Tech with the largest group ever to assemble as a class at V. P. I. the '39 Freshmen followed the involuntary path of all freshmen and were soon initiated into the ways and means of the so-called lVIisters. The class became more organized as the Thirty-Ninersn learned to loosen up and congenialize with fellow classmates: a set of officers were elected to form the figurehead to guide the youngsters in their stormy Freshman year. W. Ruby was given the honor of heading the class with R. Belcher, Vice President: W. E. Leckie, Secretary: S. F. Barnes, Treasurerg and S. Hill, Sergeant-at-Arms, assisting him in his managerial role. Spring turned to summer and the eyes of the '39 crew turned to black belts and no more lVIisters. C-rown-up Freshmen began to assume sophisticated airs and, with pained boredom, unbended enough to instruct the wide-eyed '40's in the life of being a Techman. This year, Jack Ruby again held the reigns for the '39 band wagon, having as his subordinates S. F. Barnes, Vice President, W. E. Leckie, Secretary: and P. A. Sykes, Treasurer. I-Ialting its impetuous dash to graduation at the halfway mark, the class of '39 stopped to revue and prevue. Almost half of its original members had dropped out, shadows of new and pleasurable experiences loomed in the foreground: Ring Dance, R. O. T. C. Camp, the responsibilities and leadership of Seniordom, all merged from the infinite future into near actualities. A new set of officers, headed by Neil Wood, took charge as follows: R. Belcher, Vice President: F. I... Oliver, Secretary, Guy IVIacI..aughlin, Treasurerg M. O. Bradshaw, Assistant Treasurerg and A. S. Miller, Sergeant-at-Arms. Plans for a perfect ring dance were formulated and achieved. Don Bestor and his orchestra were secured for the occasion. Coordinating the Military Juniors and the Civilian Juniors in a beautiful figure, resplendent in glistening white and silver, the young Seniors passed through their arch of expectation, received their ring from their chosen one, took their reward, and marched slowly back to the strains of Tech Triumph, as one of the greatest events in the history of young manhood at Tech passed into memories. No doubt, the I939 Ring Dance was the best and will be the longest remembered of any in that gala series of festive sets. Passing into Capes and gold bands, our group reached its fourth and final year at V. P. I. Stories of a wild and enjoyable camp life circulated from all corners, loud and emphatic commands issued from the newly appointed commanders: and life began to assume a status of superiority and domination. New class officers were: A. Gaugler, President: N. E.. C-oldblatt, Vice President, E.. C. Comp- ton, Secretary: W. M. Land, Treasurer. For the entire four years we weren't beaten by a V. M. I. team on Thanksgiving. Each year we beat the Flying Squadron by a margin of six points, with the exception of last fall which ended with the famous two to two tie. As winter snows melted, as sun peeped timidly from its almost forgotten haven, worries of the forth- coming responsibilities darkened the hours of Seniors. Campus activities passed to Juniors as interviews and letters of application, coupled with heat power and cost accounting, bent the cape-worn shoulders of the job-seekers. At last, Senior Week . . . passed! . . . hnals . . . commission . . . and the coveted skin you love to touch -from years gone-now, a grad . . . class of '39, if you please!