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

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n () THK STUDENTS of Wake Forest who converged upon a campus still wearing irs figurative- price tags and cellophane covers, From the forest of W ' ike to the hills of Forsyth became a familiar slogan. The 195 Howl kr is a living tableau of what these students saw and what they did in a year of new beginnings. The greater number of these stuients had spent a year or more exploring the forest of Wake, and now they bravely encamped upon the rorsythian hills ready to right the enemy of College traditions, whether the foe was real or imaginary. As the year rolled by, the collegiate warriors laid down their weapons and joined the ranks of those students who either did not know enough of the old college to right or, w ho looked at the problems of removal realistically and acted accordingly. For certain, the year was as much one of adjustment as the former had been one of preparation. And aside from personal adjustments common to all college students, there were those matters pertaining to faculty and administration. 1 he one big happy family had increased tremendously, so the older children had to make way for the younger and to teach them by the precepts of experience. There were adjustments to the many and varied facilities which the old campus could not afford; and there were adjustments to the town of Winston-Salem, to the modified Georgian campus, even to the weather. But most of the children and most of their playhouse came out unscathed from the experience, and both student and campus finally felt as if each belonged to the other. To take one final look at this first year, the start has visited each of the build- ings on campus and has looked them over inside and out. I herefore, from the steeple of Wait Chapel, the cupola of Z. Smith Reynolds Library, the balconies of Revnolda Hall, and the innumerable stairways running up and down the entire campus, the scene unfolds. But because the College is certainly more than a mere group of buildings — and fortunately less than some untouchable Utopia — this volume seeks to capture from the bonds of time and space some of the spirit that is still Wake Forest and will ever continue to be. m 10

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In gratitude lor his many years of d evoted service to Wake Forest College, I he Howler of 1957 is dedicated to Dr. William E, Speas. Fifty years ago, in the spring sun- shine of the magnolia-studded campus of Wake Forest College, he received his 15. A. degree, a Phi Beta Kappa graduate. He later received the M.A. from The Johns Hopkins University, and then the Ph.D. from Cornell. The influence of Dr. Speas has been far-reaching in the realm of physics, including a past presidency of the North Carolina Academy of Science, hut he is best known to students and alumni as one of the most quoted pro- fessors of all time. Though a scholar of unusual ability, he maintains an under- standing of students and a kinship with them in stud;, that have become his trademark. Continually youthful in spirit. Dr. Speas truly seems to gain as much en- joyment from each lecture demon- stration and lab experiment as his students, chuckling in his unforgettable manner when he finishes the demon- stration. He has long been an advocate of a balanced program for Wake Forest, sttessing, among other things, the im- portance of cultivation of the fine arts. Incidentally, his three daughters, Alice, Melinda, and Frances, are all accom- plished musicians. It is to men such as him that Wake Forest owes her place of greatness in the educational world of today, and it is with a true spirit of tribute that we congratulate Dr. William F. Speas on his thirty-seven years of outstanding work here. Wc feel honored to have know n him. SHfl

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K. .- . r .$C79?- ! .M m wtmmrmK $ TCOL L £°S iUMANtf Or THEWAKE FOREST FLAME H ' j v ' Wi7 ww li ' crf talking of the Dead In terms of light. Our paths were dim, they said, ' And we were prone to stumble day by day Till our preceptors pointed out the way, Then lifted high their lamps that we might find And use the boundless riches of the mind And heart and soul —nor were content to stop But burned their lamps down to the oil ' s last drop. That faint spark we possessed when first we came Grew, with their help, into a constant flame Wake Forest spirit! Loyalty aglow! These valiant ones embodied both, and so God grant our flame makes bright the path ahead. Continuing the radiance they spread! I ' m m Earnshaw. WMBDOM