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SPECIAL CLASS OF '46 EDITION
CHAPEL HILL. N. C. SATURDAY. MAY 29. 1971
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By ROY THOMPSON
All right, so it has changed.
You made this thing happen . . . you
and your population explosion.
Some things endure: the Bell Tower
and Graham Memorial and the Carolina
Inn Davie Poplar and the Old Well
and the Arboretum.
And Jimmy Wallace, of
course .'. . heavier but unbowed.
YouH walk around the spring-gloried
campus and probably not notice the
glances the kids give you the same
glances you gave the Class of '21 in your
day.
Your day . . .
Remember?
There were 48 states and only one
troublesome Germany, and the atom was
the smallest unit of matter until a short
time before you left physics class.
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. . . Jimmy Wallace then and now ...
'It was a real good year 9
By JIMMY WALLACE
As they say, 1946 was a "good" year. , The hot war jvas over and the. coldjQne JbacL
begun. The veterans were back, and Churchill had discovered the Iron Curtain. Blacks
still kept their "place" in the backs of busses and in Jim Crow cars.
To most UNC students, though, this mixture of good and bad was not apparent. Just
about everything seemed good. The war was over, the campus was full of people (oddly
enough, it seemed more crowded then than it is, in fact, now. But this merely shows
you what you can get used to), and there were many pleasant things to do.
Three things stand out in my mind as landmarks for the year; possibly for any year.
First, there was the student Constitution. After over 150 years of oral tradition, the
principles of Student Government, dating all the way from the foundation of the Di and
the Phi, were written down. This important event was traceable to the War. During the
five years since 1941, the number of traditions either damaged or lost had been large.
Members and officers of various organizations had hardly warmed their seats before
they were called to the armed services. Fully half of the pre-war extra-curricular
organizations never did regain their vigor after the war was over. The Constitution was
an effort, on the part of those who had been on the campus during the war, to assure
that Student Government, at least, would come through intact. On the whole, I think
that the idea of a Constitution has been a success, although legalistic exercises have
tended to proliferate with the writing down of the "Word."
Second, I went to Prague, representing several campus groups, and helped to form
the International Union of Students, which was taken over by the Communists the next
year in the Gottwald coup (it had been about half and half at the beginning, I would
guess). On the way over, the American delegation laid the plans for what became. known
as the National Student Association. Little did we know that the NSA would lead the
fight against the IUS during the cold war! One funny thing: in the final balloting over
who should go, Junius Scales was the other guy. All the social fraternities voted for
Junius because, I suppose, of his neat appearance and quiet manner (and the fact that I
had advocated the abolition of fraternities). They knew nothing about him except what
they saw. Well, Al Lowenstein, with DTH Editor Bob Morrison's proxy, arrived late, as
usual, and made things a tie. Then Walt Stuart broke it, and I went to Prague. In 1947,
Junius revealed that he had been the Secretary of the Communist Party of the Carolinas
all along.
Third, there was our set-to in the fall which got me impeached as a member of the
Student Legislature representing the Law School. The State Student Legislative
Assembly was being held in the Capitol, and Buddy Glenn introduced a resolution
providing that, next year, representatives from the black colleges be invited to attend. It
created pandemonium. The State College group, sponsors of the meeting, threatened to
secede, which they later did. The Wake Forest Baptists quoted various Biblical passages
about Ham and "hewers of wood and drawers of water." Thad Eure, then a much
younger rat than he is now, was distressed, and wanted to adjourn' the meeting.
The "radicals" imported Douglass Hunt and me for the Saturday morning session. We
both made "great" speeches and we beat 'em by two to one. On the way back, for the
William and Mary game, with Marilib Barwick, we sang songs on the bus. It was a great
moment. In Sunday's paper, the N & O, I was referred to as an "out of state veteran,"
and quoted as saying "to hell with the appropriations" in the debate. (Brother Eure had
suggested that the University would lose them if we passed the bill.) Dr. Graham was
called upon to expeil me, which he did not, and the Law School student body decided
to impeach me, which it did. (I was sworn in, 45 minutes after abdicating, as an at-large
member).
It was "a good year." How innocent, how naive we were; children nibbling on the
edge of great issues. Just about everything seemed right with the world. But the
morning, we were to find, was considerably past seven.
'Our day'
By MARY HILL GASTON FLAGLER
Calling your child at Chapel Hill is
simple enough with direct dialing and
every dorm room having its own
telephone. It can also be a somewhat
jarring experience, if it's a daughter you
are calling, and a young man answers the
phone.
This business of what they call
"visitation" is something a goodly
number of parents shake their heads over.
That and an arrangement called
"self-limiting hours," . possible for
second-semester freshmen girls and
automatic for all girls above that level.
And coed dorms sound interesting but
raise more than a few eyebrows, too.
Russia and China were our allies, and
Ike was a general who had never voted,
and Lucky Strike green had gone to war.
The war was over, and the lights would
soon be coming on all over the world, and
the draft would soon be a thing of the
past.
There were uniforms all over, and
there were more girls per male than the
university had ever had before, and some
said that black students should be able to
go to their state's University.
There were familiar places that you
may not have thought of recently:
Dieppe and Bastogne and Corregidor
and Lidice and Murmansk
and , . . finally . . . Hiroshima and
Nagasaki.
We had our initials.
Remember CCC and NRA and OPA
and OWI?
MV" was for "Victory."
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gone, but-'New
But probably each of us in the Class of
'46 can remember the time when timid
parents wouldn't dream of sending their
daughters to Csirolina. So maybe the new
procedures can be viewed merely as
examples of "how times have changed."
That rigamarole about things being
different in Our Day comes through loud
and clear right from the start in the
mammoth traffic jam that is Chapel Hill
on the day freshmen arrive in September.
How many people did we know who had
cars at Carolina in the mid-forties?
Practically none, of course. Plenty of the
loaded-down cars there on that first day
last fall would be driven out later by
parents, sure. But subsequent trips to the
campus make it absolutely clear that the
A credit card was something that the
affluent had to buy gasoline with.
We had "The Bomb" until somebody
made one bigger.
Nobody had ever been as much as
14,000 miles from home.
Grass was something we weren't
supposed to walk on.
Well, they've made a few changes now,
Baby.
They always make a few changes.
This new crowd has a mortal fear of
being folded, spindled and mutilated.
By your rather old-fashioned
standards, most will look as if they
HAVE been.
Barbershops get about as much action
as a Japanese navy recruiting office would
have had in your day.
Bra salesmen have to have a sideline.
Note how strange some of today's
students look, but remember zoot suits
446 reunion
is under way
The 25th reunion of the class of 1946
is under way! The 25th is said to be the
one that most people come back to.
Between 150 and 200 are here.
By now, class members have become
somewhat reacquainted, having had
cocktails and dinner last night at the
Chapel Hill Country Club. A special show
was to be held at Morehead Planetarium
this morning, followed by a gathering at
11 a.m. in front of the planetarium for a
class picture.
Then the buffet luncheon at the
Ranch House with Jim Booth of Dix
Hills, N. J., class president, presiding. Jim
Hedrick of Greensboro, the reunion's
general chairman, planned a number of
"surprises," such as the awarding of a gag
prize to the class member with the most
children and to the one who has come the
farthest to attend. A number of
best-remembered professors were to
attend, too, and there was to be a report
on how UNC has changed during the past
25 years.
, Tonight's the big one. Class members
will reconvene at the Chapel Hill Country
Club for more cocktails at 5:30 p.m.
Then comes dinner and dancing and
entertainment. Jim Hedrick called this
"the big blowout."
For those who stay over to Sunday,
there's the annual alumni luncheon at
12:15 p.m. in Chase Dining Hall.
And then the 25th reunion will be
history.
Remember?
Danziger's.
You loved it or you didn't.
You got a big kick out of the pictures
of the famous people on its walls and the
Viennese coffee and rum cakes, or you
thought it was a phony little hole in the
wall and the prices too steep.
Many of us there in '46 liked it.
It was a quiet dimly-lit place in the
afternoon in which to have a cup of
coffee and a ginger sugar cookie (four for
10 cents) or a raisin cupcake (six cents).
And if you were really hungry, a
Hungarian cheese (homemade) on
pumpernickel (20 cents). There are those
who say that nothing else has tasted so
good since.
And at night the quiet and the dimness
gave way to crowds and laughter and
light, and it was the place to stop off at
on your way back to the dorm.
Live entertainment there sometimes
was, provided by a fellow named Jimmy
Wallace who banged on an old piano.
Few of us, when we think of Chapel
Hill and Franklin Street, fail to remember
Danziger's. Some kind of memory sticks
in the mind. Someone we ate there with
once or the food or the vague
remembering of the lines that appeared
on the menu above the list of pastries:
Life is sweetened by both love and
pastry.
Here is one, it will help you find
the other. (L. L. T.)
Day9 highly impressive
registration figures must be right, that
roughly half of the students have cars of
their own.
Perhaps the first day of the fall term is
too confusing for parents and too hectic
for the kids to give much of a picture of
how things have changed. Only later,
after classes have begun and students are
settled in their home-away-from-home
routine, can one go back and really take
in the changes.
The court bounded on the ends by
South Building and the Wilson Library
seems so much smaller, and South
Building looks so much older (but aren't
we all?). Those aren't the reasons things
don't really look right, though. And then
it comes to us:
before you start making a speech about
it.
They've got a new world, although
they're concerned with the way they've
inherited it . . . polluted and all.
They have television and heart
transplants and men who've been to the
moon.
Some of them h&ve a thing about The
Establishment, and some of them are
plotting to tear it down, and some of
them are looking for the shortest route to
the top of it.
They've got Volkswagens and
X-movies and loud music that all sounds
alike to you because you're so much out
of things.
You had gasoline rationing; they're
trying to get the lead out of it.
You had a population explosion, and
they've got The Pill.
In order to keep the population
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Class officers for 1946 (left to right): Cornelia
Alexander, treasurer; Meadie Montgomery, secretary;
Dr. Frank:
By ROY THOMPSON
Dr. Frank Porter Graham is back in
Chapel Hill.
You may not have gotten to know Dr.
Frank. One of the bad things about World
War II was that it took him away just
when you were here. They needed him in
Washington.
Generation Gap?
He never heard of it.
The wildest kid on any campus in the
country could sit down for a 10-minute
talk with Dr. Frank and come away
convinced that people a half-century or
so over 30 are pretty good after all.
He's retired now. He lives in Chapel
Hill with his sister.
He keeps up with everything that's
going on . . . talks with everybody he can
corner . . . reads the way he used to wish
he could get his students to read back
when he was a teacher.
If you should happen to run into a
See Snookie, Bill, Lib
Look around you, member of the class
of '46, and see if you can spot Bob
Wise or Barbara Boyd ... or Graham
White.
Ask them if they're living up to their
reputations.
Ask Bob if he's still a flirt. Twirl
Barbara around the dance floor tonight
and see if she's still a great dancer.
Demand of Graham that he be witty.
Bob and Barbara and Graham were
among those the class of '46 elected as its
senior class superlatives. Here's the entire
list:
Best looking: . Patty Harry and Ed
Emack.
Most likely to Succeed: Ruth Duncan
and Charlie Vance.
Best Personalities: Meadie
Montgomery and Graham White.
Most Popular: Jane Isenhour and Ed
Emack.
Biggest Flirts: Margie Cole and Bob
Wise.
Hardest to Get: Snookie Phipps and
Jim Jordan.
Most Talented: Ida Prince and Monte
Howell.
"In Our Day," we tell our child, "the
Y Court was sort of the crossroads of the
campus. Sit there long enough and you
wouldn't miss much that was going on.
There at the Y there were always bridge
games and bull sessions to be joined,
dates to be made for the weekend all
sorts of things. It was the place to
go there or to Graham Memorial, where
the publications people and campus
leaders had their offices and where much
that affected student life took place."
Maybe that's a big part of it those
two landmarks just aren't what they used
to be.
Now, we're told, Graham Memorial is
largely used by the Carolina Haymakers,
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problem from getting completely out of
hand, they're going to take seriously the
admonition not to have more than 2.2
babies (or is it 2.3 babies?) per family.
You may not know how to do this,
but they're smart, and if it can be done,
they'll do it.
Don't be disappointed if they've never
heard of your big deal Depression. Many
of them don't even know about Choo
Choo and how he went out for football.
If you want to talk to the natives, try
to remember not to use that line about
not being able to tell the boys from the
girls these days.
They've heard it umpteen thousand
times, and a college graduate who doesn't
know the difference between boys and
girls will turn them off quicker than
almost anything.
It hasn't really changed more than the
rest of the world has.
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little bitty fellow with white hair (what's
left of it) and real bright eyes, that may
be him.
If it is, hell walk up and ask you
where you're from, who your daddy is,
what class you're in, what you're
Ones Who Have Done Most for UNC:
Ruth Duncan and Doug Hunt.
Most Fickle: Ann Farr and Bill
Walston.
Smoothest: Linda Williams and Tom
Gorman.
Best Dancers: Barbara Boyd and Mac
Warren.
Most Athletic: Joyce Fowler and Bob
Paxton.
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Look familiar? It should.
UNC is found in more places. There's
hardly a town worthy of the name in the
state that doesn't have a UNC-Somthing
in it.
The legislature still worries about this
particular branch of the
university same as it did when you
were in school . . . and for as little reason.
The thing to do as you roam the
old paths ... is to notice how MANY
bright kids are here.
That means a better state, and you've
helped to pay for it, so enjoy yourself.
Notice, too, the way spring still finds
places that the bulldozers haven't come
to yet.
St for a time in the sun ... if they
have one for your big auld-lang-syne
week-end . . . and enjoy the finest spring
this side of Heaven.
Welcome home.
Margaret Burke, vice-president and Jim Booth,
president.
interested in these days.
Little bitty fellow . . . lots of zing to
him.
"Write something about Dr. Frank,"
these once-every-25-years editors said.
What?
Settled on this story that goes back to
his freshman days here. . .
He decided to go out for football, and
he went to see the coach about it, and the
coach took one look and laughed:
"A runt like you?"
Dr. Frank, who was knee-high to a
duck and not at all hefty for his age, went
away and started collecting runts.
Soon as he had 11, he challenged the
University's third team to a football
game.
Beat 'em.
He challenged the second team.
Beat 'em.
Then the varsity.
After that he gave up football.
Say hello if you see him.
or Jenks?
Wittiest: Nancy McClendon and
Graham White.
Biggest Politicians: Lab Schofield and
Bill Crisp.
Best Prospective Husband and Wife:
Elaine Bates and Bob Foreman.
Class Beavers: Linda Nobles and Jenks
Tripp.
Y Courters: Bunny Flowers and Joe
Mallard.
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