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

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GORE GYMNASIUM. . . . 1942-43. . . . Barracks and row after row of cots. . . . Khaki uniforms. . . . 5:30 in the sun- less mornings and the march of feet. . . . Copies of the mimeographed Washroom Gazette lying here and there. . . . A new class is coming in tomorrow. . . . Boy, will they get it? ... I reckon we 11 he havin action now in a few weeks. ... I won ' t care much. . . . I ' m anxious to see what ' s goin ' on over there. This was 1942-43. . . . Years past were dif- ferent. . . . Remember? . . . Freshmen sitting on the floor, open-mouthed. . . . Fellow-rats up on an improvised stage, buttoning and scrambling like an egg. . . . The faculty reception. . . . Students dressed up in ' Sunday coat and tie. . . . Prof. Gay, this is Mr. Overby. . . . Then the football season. . . . And pep rallies. . . . Oh, here ' s to Wake Forest, a glass of the finest. . . . Cheer leaders veiling their heads off and waving their hands for help. . . . Come on. Deacons, let ' s fight! . . . J. B. Clark from the Raleigh radio station. . . . Peahead up for a short talk. . . . Well, I think we ' ve got a pretty good team, but. . . . Cries of Beat Dook. . . . Applause. Basketball season. . . . The gym filled with bleachers. . . . Bub Sweel, Vinny Convery, Herb Cline, Jim Bonds. Lefty Berger. . . . Footsie Knight getting the jeers of the stands. . . . Score, 40-39, in State ' s favor, and we sink a goal. . . . Balls dribbling down the court. . . . Clean, perspiring bodies shining in the lights. . . . Locker rooms. . . . Showers. . . . The thrills of great sports. . . . The enthusiasm of howling students. . . . The life and breath of Wake Forest. 19 m

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BOSTWICK DORMITORY. . . . The War Year. . . . 1942-43. . . . Army atmos- phere. . . . Reveille and the opening of sleepy eyes. . . . Lining up hefore daybreak. . . . The march to breakfast. . . . Classes and more classes. . . . Mail call. ... A few minutes ' rest. . . . Back to Bostwick. . . . Taps and bed-check. . . . The end of a busy day. Before this year, things were different. . . . Memories of ourselves there. . . . September. . . . Empty rooms suddenly filled with bedclothes, suitcases, footballs, study lamps, books, pictures of best girls. . . . Meeting of roommates. . . . Looks like you and I are goin ' to be together for a year anyway. I ' m lookin ' forward to it. . . . Awkwardness, not knowing what to say. . . . Beginning of school and of classes. . . . The usual routine. . . . Notes and textbooks and papers thrown all over littered desks. . . . Lamps burning into the night. . . . Radios blar- ing. . . . Glenn Miller playing Chattanooga Choo-Choo. . . . Commentators telling about those wicked Japs and Pearl Harbor. . . . Boys dashing from room to room. . . . Boys in bath- robes and towels running downstairs to the showers. . . . Doors opening and slamming shut. . . . How about a little quiet around here? I ' ve got work to do. . . . Boning for mid-term exams. Week ends. . . . Light assignments for a change. . . . Games of cards in almost every room. . . . Petty drawings on the wall. . . . Bull sessions. . . . The latest jokes. . . . Religion, sex, girls, professors. . . . Inquisitiveness. . . . Spirit of learning. . . . Spirit of adventure. . . . Love of fun. . . . Friendship of boy for boy. . . . Background for life. . . . Men growing up in a man ' s world. .