a personal preface
ultimately be resolved only after one evaluates the many things
that actually happened to change Wake Forest between 1967 and
1983. Did not those years point progressively to the future as well
as nostalgically to the past?
Perhaps because we of the administration lived among faculty
members—my closest neighbors included professors from English,
mathematics, economics, psychology, and politics—we tried (not
always successfully, I’m sure) to listen to the faculty. And, fortunate-
ly, the faculty had candid and determined spokesmen. Harry Miller
of chemistry constantly challenged what he saw as our disregard for
graduate programs. Mac Bryan from religion was never quiet about
any lack of progress he thought we should be making toward the
fulfillment of human rights goals at Wake Forest. Delmer Paul Hyl-
ton, famous among accountancy students for the uncompromising
standards he maintained in his classes, was in strong opposition to
the way in which we resolved the various questions that came up
about business education at Wake Forest. (See his book, A Personal
History of the School of Business and Accountancy at Wake Forest
University, 1949–1991, privately printed.) Charlie Allen of biology
was quick with his dissenting opinions, and—to mention just two—
Jeanne Owen and Don Schoonmaker often stood on the floor of
faculty meetings to ask of the administration “What are you doing?”
or “What do you mean?” (I hope I have not left out any faculty mem-
bers who would like to be recorded among those opposed to admin-
istrative judgments. There isn’t room for every negative opinion.)
I have written this extended preface to provide a personal con-
text for what follows in my more impersonal History. I am, admittedly,
by temperament and by education, a Romantic, and I tend to be
sentimental and elegiac about the past. I know that not everyone
who studied or taught or worked on the Wake Forest campus be-
tween 1967 and 1983 was as happy here as I was, but let it be said
that my memories, even of bad days, have become sweet, or at least
acceptable, through the passage of time. And let it also be said that,
during the years about which I write, I experienced, every day, the
enveloping happiness of coming home after work to the wife I love
and to our three incomparable children.
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