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been as understanding as she was, especially when I told her I was writing this work
as an expression of my love for Wake Forest, and that the reward would be simply in
capturing and sharing an era with others.
Structure of the Book
This history is separated into sections that cover each year that Tom Hearn was Presi-
dent of Wake Forest. Within each chapter, I start from the overriding “big” stories of
the year—generally, three or four stories, once just two, once five. Then I focus on
the stories that reflected or affected academics, administration and staff, athletics, the
arts, campus and student life, facilities, finances, and alumni. Finally, I sum up the
overall impact of the year. I know some will believe some stories deserve more ink,
and some events or people could or should have been left out or added. I accept such
I believe a history must be filled with stories. I do not just list names and facts but
tell as many stories as I can. Some are serious and some, particularly those involving
students, are humorous or inspiring. Tying all this material together is a develop-
mental thread: the University’s movement from regional to national status. I concen-
trate on the Reynolda campus and events and people in the undergraduate college. I
did not cover happenings in the professional schools, especially the medical school,
in great depth for a simple reason: they each warrant a history of their own. I am also
following my predecessors, who focused on the college and its advancement. Note
that I have been democratic in not using prefixes, such as Dr., and abjured footnotes
in favor of simple, in-text references when necessary. Scholars wishing to find more
specific information should consult the reference list, where they will find an abun-
dance of sources.
Wake Forest and Me
I transferred to Wake Forest at the end of my sophomore year. I was told by one of
my best high school friends, Ed Hallman, who was already enrolled, that “Wake For-
est is the next best place to Heaven.” Being religious—I intended to be a minister—I
thought Ed’s recommendation was about as good as it gets. I was not disappointed.
The college—still a college in 1965—welcomed and accepted me. The grandfather of
my roommate, Jeff Kincheloe, had been roommates with my mother’s father, Samuel
Templeman, at the University of Richmond at the turn of the twentieth century.
I thought our pairing was a positive sign, and I immediately fell in love with the
institution. I was treated with respect and fairness. I thought the emphasis on honor,
friendship, and service to others was noble. I found the sometimes good-natured
rowdiness of the place refreshing and the seriousness of living Pro Humanitate
inspiring. I liked the rivalry of the Atlantic Coast Conference (ACC) and my inter-
actions with professors and friends. On many nights, I sat quietly on the Quad and
soaked up what I considered the air of goodness and kindness that descended from
the history of those who preceded me. My experiences at Wake Forest motivated me
to be better.