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giants of the faculty, to speak at commencement. Neither of them
planned to join the exodus to Winston-Salem.
If that occasioned some sadness, there were other regrets that the
college was moving. That magic campus with its beloved trees and
brick walks, its arch, stone wall, and old well, its ivy, would not be
home again. No more would the late train known as the "Hoot Owl"
send its wailing notes to somnolent students, and the midnight trips to
Shorty Joyner's hamburger heaven would be over. The Wait Hall bell
that tolled for classes and athletic triumphs would be
Snyder's College Book Store and Coke fountain would no longer be
the social hub of the student community. Sure to be missed was the
daily ritual stroll down Main Street to the post office, and the charm
of the village and the friendliness of its people would be left behind.
Not a few tears were shed at the prospect of departure.
For most of those who were moving, however, there was a common
emotion―a thrill of anticipation arising from a pioneering experience.
There was exhilaration in the thought of new homes, new dormitory
rooms, new buildings, and a virgin campus.
In the crucial month of the migration to Winston-Salem, before
summer school was to begin on June 18, the college transported
ninety-eight vanloads of faculty possessions at a cost of $24,782 and
seventy-seven consignments of college equipment at a cost of
$18,462. Harold S. Moore, physical plant director, and Royce R.
Weatherly, his chief assistant, worked out the logistics in careful
detail. For an operation so complex, the transfer went remarkably
Located as it was in a lovely setting north of Winston-Salem proper
in the rolling Carolina Piedmont, the new campus was an architectural
wonder. Grass was up on the quadrangle that stretched from Wait
Chapel to Reynolda Hall and the young trees were in leaf, but the new
buildings had a shiny, raw appearance, devoid of the impression of
comfortable aging as on the old campus.
Not everything worked out to complete satisfaction. A trailer park
which had been set aside for occupancy by married students was not
ready for use that summer, and students arriving with trailers in tow
were directed to the Dixie Classic Fairgrounds and to private lots. By
September 8 the site between the gymnasium and