THE TAR HEEL
SATURDAY. MAY 29. 1971
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By ROY THOMPSON
Hinton James probably came back . . .
25 years later and sighed:
"THOSE were the days!"
Remember Hinton James? He's the
stout fellow who walked from somewhere
'way down east to become the first
student here.
They've got a dormitory named for
him now. It's out yonder back of the
stadium somewhere. Ask any student you
see. Fierce as they look, most of them are
nice to old people.
Yes, old Hinton probably came back
and tried to get somebody to listen to
him tell how beautiful it was in his day
and how lucky they were not to have
to walk.
Now they've got roads. Come to think
of it, didn't they have them even in OUR
day?
Yes, there were three. One went
through . Graham to WC. One went to
Peace and Meredith through Lowes
Grove. The other one went to the likker
store in Durham through nothing in
particular.
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If old Hi
Flipping through ' a Carolina Scrapbook
By LILLIAN LEONHARD THOMPSON
When you get an invitation to attend
your 25th college reunion you dig out the
old yearbook and wonder where the heck
that old scrapbook is.
At least that's what happened to me.
The scrapbook turned up in storage,
and I got it out, and as I turned the pages
long-forgotten names and events came
trickling back.
The crowd at the Y at breakfast
time . . . Doug Hunt dashing to a meeting,
bow-tie under chin, umbrella under
arm . . . the smell of wisteria on a fine
spring day in the arboretum . . . walking
quickly past the statue of the
Confederate soldier, because you know
the fellows standing there would make
some crack about how he NEVER shot
his gun . . . And rain, rain, so often the
rain.
Now, the things I put in my scrapbook
might not be those you put in yours, but
in case you never made a scrapbook or
couldn't find yours, here are a few of the
things that turned up in mine:
A postcard of Kenan dorm. I may
not remember your name the next time I
see you, but my room number at Kenan
was 304, and it has stuck in my mind like
peanut butter.
A still hilarious story by Stan
Colbert, clipped from The Mag, on
watching bridge players at the Y and at
Graham. A couple of lines will give you
an idea. Over at the Y he found "four
unshaven, haggard people gasping for
air." And, "The person's hand that I was
watching was pretty monotonous ... all
the cards were clubs. I whispered, 'Bid a
club.' "
A glorious football program cover. A
handsome player in white helmet, is
saluting against a background of Old
Glory. Duke vs. Carolina is printed on the
bottom.
Two telegrams sent on the same
day March 5, 1945. One was for me, the
other for my roommate. One read: Please
let us hear from you. Grades all right.
Love, Mother. The other: No word from
you yet. Wire telling how you are.
Mother.
A Sadie Hawkins Day proclamation
for "all Carolina women what ain't
married but craves to be."
All kinds of political stories from
The' Tar Heel and flyers for candidates.
All of the flyers are for Student Party
candidates, because that was MY party.
(Sorry about that, all you UP members.)
Several newspaper accounts of the
big to-do that mushroomed when 45
Carolina delegates to the state student
legislature in Raleigh proposed that
representatives from Negro colleges be
invited to the next session.
At least two UNC students
disapproved. Under a joint byline in the
Tar Heel they wrote: "We agree that
segregation violates the principles of
Democracy and we look to the day when
some solution may be reached. But no
good comes from a group of
w
orld War II Dead Not
They won't be here for the reunion.
They are the 15 members of the class
of 1946 who served and died during
World War II.
Not all of them died in combat. Three
were killed in those accidents which
sometimes occur in the service on this
side . . . before the serviceman ever leaves
these shores.
But whether they died fighting on a
far-off Pacific island or in an airplane
disaster over Florida, they gave all they
had, and we can never pay the debt we
owe them.
The class of '46 will never forget them.
Their names, as compiled by the
General Alumni Office:
ALMAN BYRON BUTLER JR. of
Clinton, missing in action Oct. 17, 1944,
and declared dead March 24, 1945.
CARLYLE CAESAR COUNCIL of
Durham, Army Private, killed in action in
Italvon June 1, 1944.
DUDLEY WATKINS HUNTER JR. of
Mt. Sterling, Ky., graduated from Ft.
Benning as a second lieutenant at the age
of 18 years, three months and a few days,
a-been like me a
fit-on
The road to Raleigh has been
improved some. They put a likker store
on the county line as Wake County's
contribution to quality education in
Chapel Hill.
They finally built a good highway to
the likker store in Durham, but as soon as
they'd built it, Chapel Hill got a store of
its own, so that one was a waste of
money.
The road to Graham is the same . . .
except that they may have re-arranged
the bumps a little. .
(Notice Carrboro as you drive through.
It has expanded. They have one of those
fried chicken places now.)
If some long-haired kid comes up and
starts preaching to you about the
problems of his world, give him a taste of
his own medicine.
Tell him about the way they used to
make whiskey out of potatoes back in
World War II.
Lord, those were trying times!
If you get close to the planetarium . . .
the place where some of the Astronauts
independently-thinking students who
jump into the fire and attempt to solve
the entire problem by abandoning
segregation at their next session."
(You've got to watch those
"independently-thinking" students.)
A Doug Hunt editorial in response to
a request for a copy of the Di Senate
roster at the time the resolutions favoring
abolition of Jim Crow laws were passed.
"... but my own deepest feeling and
belief about men is that I cannot love a
man because of his race (or nationality or
religion, or any other cause of prejudice),
nor hate him for it; I simply ignore it. To
me a man is a man full of hopes and
fears, subject to tempests and passions,
weak and frail, strong and noble, free,
bond, or master of himself despite his
destiny ..."
A poem from the Tar Heel called
Anti-Planetarium, written by Monty
Howell. It begins:
Though I hate to be known as a
reportedly the youngest ever to receive a
commission. Lt. Hunter was killed in
action in Europe.
EDGAR GEORGE LOUGEE JR. of
Durham, 2nd Lieutenant, AAF, killed
when his C-47 transport plane crashed
and burned near Ironton, Mo., on Dec.
20,1944.
PAUL BISHOP LYLES of Wilson, 2nd
lieutenant, AAF, killed when the army
bomber on which he was navigator
crashed at Gulfport, Miss., on Aug. 27
1944.
JAMES BORDEN LYNCH of
Wilmington, 1st lieutenant, killed in
action on Feb. 9, 1945, in Italy.
CLAIBORNE ROSS MAYNARD of
Chapel Hill, shot down over Germany on
Sept. 11, 1944. He was awarded the DFC,
Air Medal with Oak Leaf Ouster and the
Purple Heart.
THOMAS JOSEPH O'BRIEN JR. of
Durham, 2nd Lieutenant, killed May 26,
1945, over Peleliu.
CLETUS FRANKLIN PERRYiLAN of
Winston-Salem, Marine Corps corporal,
killed in action in the Pacific on Feb. 12
had rein
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trained take a look at our king-sized
sundial.
John Motley Morehead gave us this
and the planetarium and the scholars.
Get somebody to tell you what they
call the sundial if you think you're
old enough.
If sports turned you on back in the old
days, you might find a student who'll talk
to you about this.
Stick to basketball.
Most of them will leave if you try to
talk about football.
If you haven't been back to school
lately and haven't kept in touch, you may
not have heard about what's happened to
Terry San ford.
You may remember him. He was in
law school when you were here.
He got to be governor, and there was
talk about his running for the Senate, and
there was talk about maybe a place in
somebody's cabinet, but he became
president
OfDook.
Politics make strange bedfellows.
sorehead,
I'm distressed at the present from
Morehead.
My worst complaint is that it
tampers
With the prettiest part of the
campus.
And I feel like raising a squawk
About messing up old Senior Walk.
The last two lines:
I appreciate the kinaness of Mr.
Morehead
But I wish he'd given us the million
instead.
A commencement program, on one
of the scrapbook's last pages, dated June
10, 1946. It was the 152nd
commencement, and Gov. Gregg Cherry
was there and Dr. Frank and Josephus
Daniels.
And there I was, too, at the end of the
scrapbook.
Forgotten
1945.
PAUL HARRIS POWERS of
Bennettsville, S. C. SSgt. Powers was
killed in action in Belgium on Jan. 16,
1945. He was awarded the Bronze Star
and two Oak Leaf Ousters with a
Presidential Citation.
BOYCE PINCKNEY SCRUGGS JR. of
Rutherfordton, killed on April 10, 1945,
in Germany.
WILLIAM HAVILAND SMITH of
Lexington, Mass., killed in action in
Belgium on Dec. 16, 1944, in the Battle
of the Bulge.
DAVID LEIGH SPECTOR of Boston,
Mass., Private First Class, killed in action
on April 25, 1945, in Germany.
GEORGE THADDEUS WHITLEY JR.
of Wilson, Private First Class, died Aug!
19, 1944, as the result of wounds
received in action in Southern France
where he took part in the invasion.
ROLAND CLEGG WILLIAMS JR. of
Monroe, 2nd Lieutenant, AAF, killed on
Sept. 29, 1944, when his heavy bomber
crashed during a training flight near Avon
Park, Fla.
Our day9
(Continued from page 1)
and students who want to see their
friends wander over to the Pit. The Pit?
Roughly speaking, it's about on the eige
of what used to be Emerson Field. The
Pit is the open area bounded by the new
Student Union building, the new Student
Stores building and the new
undergraduate library building.
The Y does look sort of uncared-for
now. But from it emanates many
programs which illustrate a basic
difference between students in the 70s
and those in the 40's. The Y is
headquarters for work most of us never
thought about. There's the "Washington
Witness," the central agency for students
who wish to influence our nation's
decision-makers by one means or another.
There are the "Walks for Hunger" drives,
wherein pledges are secured to earn so
much a mile for a 25-mile hike to
'Carrboro and back and points in
between the money to go to feed the
poor. There are tutoring programs for
University students who will go to
outlying areas to help teach the
disadvantaged, and for others who
volunteer to work with the mentally and
emotionally crippled at Murdoch Center
at Butner. How many of us had these
things on our minds during our college
days?
We had a war going on most of our
college years, too, but we felt different
about it from the way young people
today feel about the war in Indochina.
There was no great moral dilemma, no
protest movements, little of today's social
awareness.
Carolina was a fun place. It still is. The
big name band weekends, with formal
clothes and figures, are pretty much a
thing of the past as are the big name
bands. But now there are "groups" and
solo performers who generate the same
campus-wide enthusiasm. There's the
spring highlight, Jubilee weekend, when
kids from other colleges and even from
high schools pour into Chapel Hill. The
main attraction is listening, not dancing.
The Jubilee events are held out in the
open, because there's no indoor space
large enough to accommodate the
crowds.
Which brings us to the numbers of
students. In January of 1946, the total
enrollment at UNC was 4,011. This
represented a jump of over one thousand
from the previous quarter, the first of the
1945-46 school year. That year, of
course, saw the first huge influx of
veterans, with 400 enrolling for the fall
quarter and over 1,000 more for the
winter quarter. And never again was
Carolina the quiet, easy-going Southern
campus. The enrollment of over 18,000
now is a staggering figure in itself. Too
big, many a parent says in trying to help
his child decide where to go to college.
Too big, say some freshmen who feel lost
in the shuffle. Not so, say others, who
find just that many more possible friends.
The University has established what
are called residence colleges to alleviate
this feeling of hugeness. A residence
college may consist of only one
dorm there are a thousand students or so
in Morrison Dormitory, for instance or
of several dorms grouped together,
preferably including both men's and
women's dorms. These residence colleges
have their own governmental and social
set-ups, and it all seems to work out very
well.
Back in Our Day the physical
appearance of the student masses
attracted very little comment. Suffice it
to say, this is another area in which times
have certainly changed. The whole scene
can be somewhat awe-inspiring now.
Perhaps it's the sheer number of
long-haired, blue-jeaned, granny-glassed
young people.
But has the basic concept changed that
Oh, those
Bunky Flagler, a UNC freshman, was
asked to read and comment on the
Woman's Handbook for 1945 and '46,
and Bunky and some friends did and
concluded that the social regulations of
25 years ago were hilarious. Bunky s the
daughter of Fred and Mary Hill Gaston
Flagler of Winston-Salem. Her comments
follow.
By BUNKY FLAGLER
Twenty-five years ago, junior women
entering the University had so much to
remember about regulations-so much
more than a freshman entering in 1971.
Just why did you coeds have so many
rules? Could it be that you gals were just
too wild back then?
As we studied the rule book, we got
some good laughs from some of the more
far-fetched regulations.
For example, if a girl was late to her
dorm she was supposed to knock on her
housemother's window or her dorm
president's window. Now, if I knocked on
my housemother's window after the 2
ajn. closing hour, the campus policeman
on duty near our dorm would probably
arrest me for "peeking." And my
housemother would probably shoot me
and rightly so. Who wants to jump out of
bed to let a girl in when she might have
200 such knocks during the night?
The way to get into your dorm in '71
is to call the campus police on the
direct-line telephone beside the dorm
door. One usually ambles by fairly soon,
checks your ID and lets you in.
The "miscellaneous" rules in your
handbook wrere some of the most
humorous. Drinking in the dorms was
strictly forbidden. My friends and I had
visions of coeds dashing over to the Old
Well to get their last gulp of water before
closing hours, just like camels tanking up
35 offspring of '46 at UNC
Hard as it is to believe, unless of course, you're paying the bill, at least 35 sons and
daughters of the Class of 1916 are now students at Carolina. The names cam? from the
Parent in Class of '46
Mrs. George W. Blair Jr. (Sara Jo Bamett)
Mrs. H. Vinson Bridgets (Katherine Boone)
Mrs. David G. Bunn (Margaret Hooks)
Mrs. Wiibert J. Carter (Brent Woodson)
Herman Cone Jr.
Robert E. Cooper
Mrs. Robert T. Cozart (Carroll Cone)
G. Eugene Disher
Mr. & Mrs. Richard S. Elliott
(Frances Bleight)
Mrs. Fred J. Flagler Jr. (Mary Hill Gaston)
David G. Fogle
Robert L. Foreman Jr.
Theodore E. Haigler Jr.
Col. Paul B. Haigwood
Mrs. Willard T. Hill (Sara Stockton)
William T. Hobbs
Mrs. Hampton Hubbard (Anne Holmes)
Aaron Jaffe
Jesse G. Jemigan
Dr. & Mrs. Thomas C. Kerns Jr.
(Bernice Flowers)
Mrs. John F. Lynch Jr. (Betty Smmons)
Mrs. E. Thad Mclnnis (Lynn Wiliiard)
J. Roy Manning Jr.
Leonard A. Meyer
Mrs. S. WTylie Milligan (Mary Jane Barksdale)
Dr. Robert Alexander Moore Jr.
David A. Rapp
Mrs. Edwin B. Shultz Jr. (Pamela Hotard)
Charles G. Sproule Jr.
Mrs. William S. Stewart (Caroline House)
Dr. David Thomas Tayloe
Dr. Ernest Benjamin Ward Jr.
much? Girls in the 40's wore their
uniform: bobby socks and saddle shoes,
pleated skirts and sweaters and pearls.
And the boys were theirs, be it V-12,
Marine or V-necked sweater and flannel
slacks. Most of us dressed pretty much
alike as most of the kids do nowadays.
True, we had no particular problem
telling male from female. And while most
of us owned a pair of blue jeans or an
acceptable alternative, we didn't all seem
to wear them all the time. (Memo to
other parents of coming college students:
Don't knock it. Jeans are cheap.)
The sheer size of this campus is rather
appalling now, and must pose quite a few
problems for the kids. There are huge
high-rise dormitories in places way
beyond places that were just woods back
in Our Day. The great numbers of cars,
motorbikes and bicycles and those
intimidating parking lots are evidence of a
problem we did not have in the 40's.
But outside of the drug problem,
which is an overriding concern of parents
everywhere, visitation is the thing that
interests the general public. For anyone
who may not know, visitation simply
means girls can go to boys rooms and
vice-versa, during specified hours during
the day and evening (evening presumably
ending at 1 a.m.). It's a rather extreme
departure, to say the least, and has
become a widespread practice on
campuses all over the country in recent
years. And coed dorms that idea sort of
raises eyebrows, too. But large
educational institutions no longer stand
in loco parentis, and probably couldn't
even if they wanted to. The sexes are on
different floors in the coed dorm, Hinton
James, and there's some arrangement
about locking off the females' floors at 1
a.m.
Perhaps as much as anything, parents
of UNC students might worry about their
nutrition. Lenoir Hall is closed, for
silly social rules of 45
for a long dry walk.
Another funny rule: "Two girls cannot
sleep in the same bed." These days it
would be impossible for two girls to sleep
on one of those skinny little pallets the
University calls a bed. It really seemed
funny to us that anyone would worry if
one slept with her girlfriend. Nowadays
well, my father didn't even mention
one word about my not sleeping with
girlfriends!
Definitely missing in the handbook is
any mention of "visitation." Now I know
that for many of you the word
"visitation" rhymes with copulation and
is therefore evil. But without visitation,
so many normal and respectable activities
could not occur.
For instance, if Fd been a '45 coed I
could not have taken care of a friend,
who happened to be a boy, who was in
great pain. He'd been in a motorcycle
accident, and it was good that I could be
with him and help him so that he didn't
have to move his broken elbow and
badly-bruised body so much.
After ail, our bedrooms are our study
rooms, our eating places, our living
rooms. We have birthday parties there all
the time with balloons and candles and
the whole works. We study together
there, work out lab problems together,
discuss personal problems, listen to music
together.
The '46 handbook, however, does give
some very up-to-date bits of advice.
"Wear casual clothes," the authors
insisted. That certainly goes for today.
But more than giving advice on what
to wear and bring and how to behave, the
handbook instructs the new woman on
attitudes. "That is Carolina's way of
lifeliberal, simple, decisive . . . YouU
love Carolina!"
That speaks to all new students,
low, plea accept the editor's apoleje
Child Year ,
George W. Blair III 1974
Herbert Vinson Bribers Jr. 1972
David G. Bunn Jr. 1971
Charles Woodson
Holdemess 1974
Herman Cone HI 19?2
Robert Con 1974
Susan Florence Cooper 1974
Robert T. Cozart III 1974
Deborah Jean Disher 1971
Nancy Wright Elliott 1974
Eleanor Gaston Flayer 1974
David Lynn Fogle 1972
Robert L Foreman HI 1974
Ted Haigler III 1972
Nancy Logan Haigwood 1973
Frederick Tyler Hill 1974
Constance Marv Hobbs 1974
Charlotte E. Hubbard 1973
Lynn Carla Jaffe 1974
William Richard Jemigan 1974
Thomas C. Kems III 1973
John F. Lynch III 1973
Robert Hervey Mclnnis 1973
Frances Carol Manning 1972
Roger Paul Meyer - 1972
Ellen Wylie Milligan 1971
Meiinda Ann Moore 1974
David M. Rapp Law
Norma Karen Shultz 1972
Sara Elizabeth Sproule 1972
Caroline Ann Stewart 1974
David T. Tayloe Jr. Med.
Dana Sue Ward Bunn Eve. Col.
example, and while there is some
cafeteria service, many thousands of
students simply live too far away from
the cafeterias. Many eat downtown,
where there are always others waiting to
be served, so there is little time for a
leisurely meal. There are a limited
number of small refrigerators, which can
be rented for $40 a year, and many kids
in dorms eat out of these, with an
occasional bowl of soup or can of beans
heated in the popcorn popper. Those big
baskets attached to students bicycles
carry not only books, but groceries, too.
Being parents of a child at Chapel Hill
is a rewarding experience. It is marvelous
to observe the eager response to the many
opportunities offered in the University
community a speech by the noted
columnist James Reston, the ballets and
the many, many concerts or watching the
lunar eclipse outside on the coldest night
of the year, with the astronomy class.
Things like this, in addition to the
intellectual stimulation of the academic
program. In this, the old school has not
changed and for this we can be grate ful.
Carolina is a far different place to us
of the Class of '46 in so many ways. But
so is this younger generation different.
Educational methods and goals have
changed through the years to adapt to the
different world they have grown up in. In
the 40's, UNC was considered a liberal
institution, and there are many of us who
now fully appreciate how lucky we are to
have been there. The lessons we learned
and the insights we absorbed have been
invaluable in helping us deal with our
own youngsters.
The lazy atmosphere of the 40's is
gone. But aren't we glad we were a part
of it? And aren't we all proud of the great
institution our alma mater continues to
be?
All together now. "Hark the
sound. .
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whether they entered in '45 or '71. The
.enthusiasm for cultural and educational
growth, the awe of the beauty and grace
of the green, sprawling campus, the
excitement of new interests and friends,
the warmth of fellowship and meaningful
relationships with others in the University
community, the love of the village of
Chapel Hill none of these things have
changed in the quarter of a century that
has passed.
We are all Tar Heels together.
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REUNION CHAK. .AN-James (Jim)
W. Hednek of Greensboro is general
chairman of the 1946 class reunion He h
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