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| the history of wake forest
atmosphere, the same way of life, the same “friendliness” that we had
encountered in our own undergraduate years. It is worth noting that
many of us—administrators and faculty members alike—built our
Winston-Salem homes just south of the campus on or near Faculty
Drive and Royall Drive. The Dean of Men and the Director of Ath-
letics were two doors away from each other, and the Dean of the
Graduate School lived across the street. A few houses away were the
Dean of Women, the Treasurer, and the Director of Libraries: the
three of them did not have Wake Forest degrees, but they all absorbed
the traditions that we Wake Foresters cherished. Not far down one
street or another were the Chaplain and the Director of Communi-
cations, as well as faculty members from almost every department.
In a historic sense we were the last “old College” generation,
having been born in the years before World War II and having be-
gun our careers either just before the War or in the decade or two
thereafter. We had been invited to come to Wake Forest at a time
when the College gladly employed alumni and when alumni wanted,
more than anything else, to come back “home.” It could certainly
be argued—and legitimately argued—that we were exemplars of
too much inbreeding, that with a few exceptions we were men, that
we were all white, and that, being somewhat alike in our perspec-
tives and in our ambitions for Wake Forest, we ran the risk of not
being sufficiently forward-looking or progressive. Such doubts can
Dean Percival Perry and Registrar Margaret Perry
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