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| the history of wake forest
In 1969 President James Ralph Scales hired me as Alumni
Director. I was a graduate of the College and was in the Graduate
School in English, having been discharged from the army. He gave
me no instruction, just pieces of advice. First, he made it plain that
I worked for Wake Forest and not him. I simply reported to him.
This attitude permeated the campus and created a congenial
working environment. He said that my job was not just to raise money
but also to build my alma mater. I ran to work! No job was too
small—and that attitude was contagious throughout the University.
I received a call that first year from a fraternity brother who
was principal of a small school south of Charlotte. He wanted Pres-
ident Scales to give the commencement address to his seniors and
he asked me to intercede. President Scales agreed, under the condi-
tion that I accompany (drive) him. He drove like Mr. Magoo, so I
was eager to accept.
I arrived at the President’s House at 9:00 sharp on a beautiful
May Sunday. Dr. Scales was not there and the house was locked.
Suddenly, he roared up in the school car. He had been at the moun-
tain retreat that Anne Forsyth had given the school. He was dressed
in shorts, golf shirt and sandals, which he called his “flippy flops.”
He went into the house to get his suit and shirt, which he placed in
the back seat. He worked in his briefcase all the way to Charlotte.
As we approached the high school, he asked me to pull into
“one of those new Hardees.” Dr. Scales was a handsome man and
he emerged from the men’s room in a handsome suit, dress shirt
and a beautiful silk tie. One problem—he had forgotten his shoes
and socks.
in retrospect
Dr. Scales and the Flippy Flops
By G. William “Bill” Joyner (’66)
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